Silvermoon City was a bustle of activity with people moving around the city shopping, or some just standing and chatting. The paladin and the huntress limped through the crowd, not speaking.  Their face conveyed the feelings within them, scarred and bloody from recent battle. ( Continued )

Written in neat script on a page in a journal:

Last night the Order of Sylvanas, the Guild I am a part of, had a beach party.  I arrived at the location in time to join a beach volleyball tournament.   We won, we being the Ladies of The Order.  Mistress Tyreena, myself, and a girl named Hallah.   We were against the boys: Jadesin, Domethus and ( Read more... )

Caelwyn slowly approached the tall building on Sunstrider Isle, her eyes drawn to the top of the peaks on The Sunspire.  “Hello, welcome!” a voice called out in the native Thalassian language.  Caelwyn turned her eyes to the blond Sin’Dorei lady in the red robes.  “I am Magistrix Elona.”

“Uh-I am Cay-Caelwyn Wuh-Windruh-runner.” Caelwyn ( Read more... )