[Over the usual noise of the inn, there is the distinct thump of boots being planted on a bartop and then an orc emerges, head and shoulders over even the Tauren patrons. She sticks a thumb and a finger in her mouth and whistles. Loudly. As if anything worth doing is done any other way...]RESPECTED MEMBERS OF THE HORDE! ALLIANCE PEOPLE! AND BLOOD ( Read more... )

[Suddenly! A human who has obviously had many girlfriends comes down the stairs DRAMATICALLY! With cape-swishing? Wait, I don't think I have a cape. Uh, scratch that.ANYWAY! Nobody in the room notices him, because he is a NINJA ROGUE, but if they DID notice him, they would see that he is wearing AWESOME CLOTHES and has hair AS BLACK AS MIDNIGHT and ( Read more... )

This was not fitting! He was Nefarian, son of Deathwing, and leader of the Black Dragonflight! Why was he in his human form? And in a- what did the humans call it? An inn? Oh, yes. He crossed his arms, mouth set in a nasty scowl. This was not supposed to be, no ( Read more... )

in this dream of life and death, i know so much i will forget...

[Everything sentient dreams, and everything that dreams on Azeroth dreams somewhere within that one Dream composed by the Titans when they first shaped the world. Even the most alien of beings, from Old Gods to soul-draining runeblades, touched some tiny corner of the Emerald Dream, ( Read more... )

[ The warmth of a crackling fire only facilitated Thassarian's heavy drowse and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to pull out of his slumber. Only the muffled din of voices and the realization that he was sitting, not laying, was enough to stir him from a sleep that he had resigned to permanently suffer years ago. Of course, we've ( Read more... )

[There is rain, lots and lots of rain with clouds that churn angrily in the sky. Some lightening lances its way across each cloud in a display that can no way be natural. Its definitely not a storm you would want to be caught outside in. Despite the rain, it is hot, humid, and the temperature doesn't fade. A war of the elements, it appears to be ( Read more... )

[The enemy of stealth is obviousness. The enemy of the young woman wandering into the inn, it seems, is something more mundane. It's not easy to be sneaky and rogue-like when it's raining outside and you keep stepping in puddles. The human scrubs at a few left-over raindrops in her hair and snarls curses under her breath.]

It had to rain when I'm ( Read more... )

[A bald, green, rather-manly-by-human-standards girl runs screaming into the front door of the inn, smoking slightly and tossing spells over her shoulders. She skids to a halt at the bar, hand already in her pocket, and slams three silver down.]Bread. Cheese. Stick the second inside the first. Sandwich. Difficult concept to grasp, but I think you ( Read more... )

[Someone's left a note for Ishas with the inn's high elf staff that should--Light willing--shortly find its way into the priestess's hands ( Read more... )

[A towering young man with bright red hair and a suit of worn, heavy-looking plate armor is fidgeting nervously with an iron warhammer on the path near the stables; he passes it from hand to hand and drums gloved fingers on the head as he addresses the open sky:]

Look. Uh, I, like, really need to go back.

[The sky, as skies tend to do, utterly ( Read more... )