Nagrand was quiet in the afternoon, save for the bustling of Talbuk and smaller creatures making their ways to the various watering holes scattered across the grassy landscape. Tizze felt the soft grass crush underneath her bare feet, now calloused and scarred by hours of walking. She had promised the spirits a visit, one made by her own sweat and ( Read more... )

I have learned the Harbingers are being stationed in Hillsbrad. Very peculiar place for us to go, seemingly at random ( Read more... )

Since the first trip to Nagrand a few days ago I now visit almost every day on my own, I feel stronger each time I pass through and head straight to the Throne where I sit and meditate and roll in the soft grass like a stupid lovesick

The elders of the Earthen Ring are kind, albeit curious to my interpretation of shamanism and these past few visits ( Read more... )