I serve the Horde. I will not shirk my duty. I will act in the best interests of my people and their allies ( Read more... )

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It is time, she said, as they sat on the roof overlooking Dragonmaw Port. You know it is, Red ( Read more... )

The group of children watched the spider with fascination, expressions ranging from horror to delight. The creature came up to the smallest one's knees, with eight glittering eyes and shaggy, spiky hair the color of jungle leaves. It gazed back at them, unafraid, and let out a shrill chirp. The tallest child, a girl of perhaps ten or eleven, ( Read more... )

She couldn't move. She could barely breathe. The sensation was oddly comforting, like being wrapped in a warm blanket. It muffled the sounds of the outside world, and all she could hear was the sound of her own heart and the steady rush of blood through her veins. She was thirsty--her mouth felt dry, and she wasn't sure how long she'd been ( Read more... )

"Name?"

"Se."

The orc narrowed his eyes, glancing up from his notes. "That all?"

She looked around. Ahead of her, new recruits were collecting their tabards and armor. Behind, other young trolls shifted and murmured impatiently.

"Se'ala," she said. If a lie would keep her from being questioned further, then so be it.

He grunted and wrote in the ( Read more... )

"This is delicious." I smile and set my plate aside to lean against Tiradell, wrapping an arm around his waist. On the other side of the room, Red sulks against the wall, and Kagg is engrossed in examining a broken construct with his piglet. "I admit I am surprised you found the time ( Read more... )

The small orcish boy
Holds out his worn toy
The wolf he will someday ride
With loose button eyes
And stuffing that flies
From a long tear in its side

I gather my tools
A needle and spools
Of finely-spun soft grey thread
Then stitch wounded hide
Pushing stuffing inside
To leave a thin scar instead

Coarse fur, yellow teeth
Torn flesh knits beneath
My hands; the ( Read more... )

The grumbling boar sits on the floor ( Read more... )

"Your eyebrows, Tana..." Tiradell traced a finger over her brow, frowning slightly.

She grinned down at him. "They are gone, I know."

He sighed melodramatically. "Another casualty of this great conflict."

Tanakyll laughed and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Silly elf. I can always borrow yours; you have long enough eyebrows for three orcs."