[Next to the well, there is a small, finely constructed stall set up. While not conjured from thin air, it seems to have been constructed overnight. The wood has winding knots in a Sin'dorei fashion, but embellished with elements of Dwarven, Kal'dorei, and even human design. Hanging from the arches supporting its' roof there are a few Troll ( Read more... )

[Your character, whatever they're doing - exploring the forest, crafting an item, opening a door - will find, after a simple blink, that they are suddenly in the commons room of the inn, along with everyone else! Additionally, the sun is setting and evening twilight is seeping in through the windows... has time moved forward or gone back? What day ( Read more... )

Hello everyone! The purpose of this entry is the community's entry tags. As you may have noticed on the earlier entries, the mods were going back and making tags for new characters who showed up according to their journal name.

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[In one of the many, many rooms, a Tauren awakes. A rather large, white-furred Tauren, who looks around in sudden bewilderment. The room he's currently in looks nothing like the room he thought he went to sleep in. It's certainly not the Aldor's tier in Shattrath - in fact, it looks more like a room from a inn within Forsaken territory, only ( Read more... )

[Were it not for the very audible nature of the expedition, one might not notice the Forsaken leaning her entire person into the well, clawed feet only precariously attached to the earth at the base of it. She leans so far in that she balances her meager weight on the edge of the stone walling and converses with god-knows-what.]

Helloooooooo. Ooh, I ( Read more... )

[Picture one Adrasteius Bloodspeaker, kneeling in front of the altar in the church, his hands tightly clasped, praying loud enough to shake the stained-glass.]

O LIGHT GIVE ME STRENGTH, for I have been deposited among a collection of scum-sucking villainy the likes of which I've  rarely seen.  Please grant me patience, so that I might not burn off ( Read more... )

[Anyone passing by the stables might notice a note tacked to one beam ( Read more... )

[Adrasteius climbs onto a table, kicking over mugs of beer and platters of meat, at which he looks down upon with the same disgust one might hold for a pack of child-killers.  He fans his hands around his mouth and shouts.]

OI!  CALLING ALL YOU LAYABOUTS, SCALAWAGS, CHUMPS, AND TOOLS OF THE FASCIST OPPRESSORS.

Which is to say the full populace of ( Read more... )