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Either I've been kidnapped by the Bronze dragonflight in some moment outside time, or I've lost my mind. Either's equally inconvenient; I had somewhere to be, after all. Though our hostess (should I say our jailer?) assures me I needn't worry about that. There are enough mysteries to occupy my time-- where I am, when I am, why they've seen fit ( Read more... )

Some things your character is free to know about Amarthiel...What most people know about Amarthiel is based on speculation; the warrior is extremely reticent about her past. She has never volunteered much, and no one is close enough to her to feel comfortable asking. It is clear that she was born in the kingdom of Lordaeron, but that her family ( Read more... )

She had avoided this as long as possible, but there was no one left in Orgrimmar who could teach her. Nor was there anyone on the high, sunny reaches of the Tauren city. By all reports, if she wanted to further study the art of Alchemy her only recourse was the Royal Apothecary Society of the Forsaken ( Read more... )

The warrior sat at the side of the lake, muttering under her breath and scrubbing at her hands, occasionally casting an irate glance at the distant pillars and triliths of the Throne of the Elements. Beside her stood a proud black steed, covered by shining pieces of equine armor- recently acquired by his mistress, in order to better protect the ( Read more... )

Amarthiel crept through the dripping caverns beneath the Ashenvale beach, concentrating on each step. It wasn't enough to be quiet, she reminded herself; you had to move slowly but surely, one step after the other, avoiding the drifting gazes of the naga and satyr that wandered so close, from time to time, that she feared alerting them to her ( Read more... )

The warrior took a moment to rest, grimly wiping demonic ichor from her blade and digging through her pack for something to bandage a wounded arm with. Before her was spread the chaos of battle, the uncoordinated but sympathetic efforts of a hundred men and women; human and orc, tauren and elf, all trying to stem the flood of demons from the fel ( Read more... )

No thunderclaps or revelations accompanied the birth of Lord Aurefion's child; it was, if not an easy birth, an average one. Ilfirin waited with Victor for the child to be presented; the two men did not speak. Still seemingly confident of his innocence, the paladin waited patiently; Aranel's husband, on the other hand, paced the floor, ( Read more... )