Nobody

Author: Riatcha

(Timeline for when the Draenei arrived on Azeroth is pushed back a few more years than current WoW lore)

Carrying the leather satchel in one hand he strode down the hallway briskly, passing cells with a variety of occupants within he did not stop until he reached his destination.  Quickly and quietly he unlocked the door opening it wide and stepping inside.  He looked only at the one he had come for, ignoring the others in the tiny cell, he took the young girl by one arm.

"Come with me," he pulled her from the cell.  She did not resist him in any way.  He sighed watching her sadly for a moment; this was what happened to of those that the Forsaken held captive.  But he refused to be a part of this any longer, he had once been a paladin and a warrior for the light and of justice.  His own life forever lost to him now.  That did not mean he could not do his best to ensure his young charge never had the chance to make one for herself.  He guided her past the huge abominations guarding the entrance and a number of his fellow Forsaken, none of whom questioned him or attempted to stop him.  After walking for a few minutes more they finally reached the surface near the edge of what had once been a human village.  Here he turned to the young girl, holding out a satchel to her.  She shaded her eyes against the natural light that he knew she had not seen in years, squinting her eyes even though it was not that bright.

A Battle in the Past

Author: Taarhal

The bodies were heaped around the battlefield, it was an horrific sight, something Anorai had never witnessed before, this wasn`t her first battle, but this one felt different, it felt like this one they were losing and losing badly. She passed whole detachments of dead elves as she slowly advanced forward, they lay where they had stood, in deformed and crumpled piles, eyes no longer filled with life, but empty and devoid of who they had once been. She had passed many she knew, had known for thousands of years, the elf who had trained her to shoot, the friend she had spent long years playing with when she was a youngling, her tutor that had taught her the histories and lore of the world, the elf she had stood side by side with laughing and joking with not a week ago, now all dead, all taken from the world forever. The smell if anything was worse than the things she saw, you couldn`t block that out, couldn’t turn your eyes away from it, it was just there all the time…the overpowering stench of death.

Her gaze moved forward as she crawled through the mud and the blood and the body parts, her sister was a few feet ahead, edging herself forward and caked in the filth of the battlefield, they were the only two left from their scouting detachment, all the others had joined the dead, how she and her sister had survived she did not know, maybe it was fate, maybe it was luck, maybe it was just some cruel trick to torment them further before they too joined the dead.

The two elves crawled for what seemed like an eternity, pushing on through the filth and using the heaps of bodies as cover when they could, after a time they came to a ridge that dropped away to a flatter plain below, the world tree was visible from here, it was surrounded by demons, assaulting it from every side, Fel energies crackling out at those trying to defend it.

“Rai” her sister spoke softly as she looked back to her position “move around….to that ledge over there….cover my flank as I move down”

Anorai motioned that she understood and started to move to the indicated spot.

Her attention was drawn to her left by movement, a group of figures stood in a dip, they seemed at first glance to be Kirin Tor mages….but as Anorai focussed her keen elf vision on the group they seemed to blur and shimmer, Anorai glanced right to check on her sisters progress, satisfied she was safely in position, Anorai crawled closer to the group so she was just able to pick out some words

“A blue scale….” She caught the words on the wind, something about dragons they were discussing something about dragons…. She peered down at the group, the more she looked the more it all looked wrong. They shimmered as if in a heat haze of a hot summer day, she concentrated more, staring at the faces….the shimmering seemed to fade, but to be replaced not by mages but …. She had not seen such creatures before…they had horns and tails and hooves… and were displaying a tabard she was not familiar with.

She studied the group for a while longer, memorising the faces, but as she watched one of the group seemed to cast some kind of spell and a portal opened, each of the strange creatures vanishing into it….and then silence….no trace of them, it was as if they had never been there at all.

Visions of a Seer (Part 2)

Author: Taarhal

Vaerhal sat behind her large desk in her study, books and scrolls piled up around her, Taarhal and Tarnalia sat opposite.

Taarhal glanced between her sister and Tarnalia, noting both still had their armour on and weapons close at hand “Do you two both sleep in your armour?”

Vaerhal and Tarnalia replied almost together “we like to be prepared”

Taarhal smiled a little, thinking the two of them made a perfect paring, so devoted to duty and doing what needed to be done.

“Yes yes, being prepared is good……so what are we to do about what I have seen?” Taarhal fixed her eyes to that of her sister.

No Rest at Wyrmrest

Author: Erusi

Wyrmrest Temple

Dragonblight

One Week Later

The temple had been kept in check since they knew not when, guarded over by the various flights and a regular presence of all but their own flight. Maren and Aben spoke with one of the guardians, discussing their tale and pleading for support. The windy precipice upon which they stood gave them full surveil of Dragonblight, and brief glimpses into the neighbouring climates.

“We have not seen many a Blue in this temple since...well, in quite some time.” Cielstrasza commented, reviewing her records. “Kalec made record of his journey to the Kirin Tor, but Dalaran makes no mention of his attendance at last check.” She gazed from her records towards Dalaran, it’s spires barely visible through clouds and peaks beyond.

“The beacon atop the Nexus was ignited not one week ago was it?” Ciel gazed at the two of them. “Perhaps you met a few of your brethren there?”

“We were there” Aben commented, looking down at Maren’s bandaged but nearly healed hands. “But it is Kalec we seek.”

Confided

Author: Kayaara

“Your sister is kind of scary.”

“Really? I don’t think so – she’s just… Wary of other races, I think. We’ve only ever had each other, and I know she’d hate it if something ever happened to me.”

“I just… I have a feeling she doesn’t like me, you know?”

“Even if she doesn’t, I like you.”

The Night After

Author: Kayaara

The night was cold, and the streets were calm in Stormwind. The dimly lit roads were almost silent, were it not for the rustle of the trees made by the gentle breeze, and the quiet footsteps of Lexa Carabell.

Her feet dragged behind her, hair a mess sticking up in all places and her eyes showed just how tired she really was. They lost the glow they once held, bags a contrast to her pale face. To top off the look, two curled horns sat on top of her forehead. The dark of the night was helpful for hiding from guards – she didn’t want to think about getting caught as she was – all she wanted to do now was go home.

Turning out from the Trade District into the canals, she almost bumped right into a patrolling guard. With wide eyes, she swerved around the guard, and ran down the path, all the way until she was across the bridge leading to the Cathedral District. She didn’t dare to turn around; afraid the guard noticed her head, and she was so close now. Only a few more steps, just a few more, and she could finally collapse.