Author: Rick
It had been some time since Nairii had joined the Echoes on their trip back to Azeroth, unlike the other Echoes who were returning home Nairii was leaving hers. Draenor, her home, she had seen it decimated by the Iron Horde and the Fel-Legion, had lost loved ones and all that remained of her childhood homestead was fel-scorched rubble. She had lost everything, although as she learned more about this alien world was thankful that her Draenor had been spared the almost total destruction of this worlds Outland's.
She had split off from the Echoes early on, eager to find her place within this magnificent new World, she spent much of her time studying the history of Azeroth, the Outlands and the Burning Legion. Her self-inflicted sojourn away from the Echoes wasn't entirely to learn, she had felt great loss with the passing of Consul Mahdaan, a true Vindicator and wielder of the light, she had warmed to him quickly and admired him both as a mentor, warrior and most importantly a friend. She still saw him sometimes in her dreams, ethereal and glorious, stronger with the light than most souls she had seen walking the path to Auchenai. He appeared in his prime, younger than when Nairii had known him, dressed in his familiar Justicar armour hefting his mighty Hammer with ease, he would talk to her although she could not hear his words, she longed and struggled to make them out but they were like rain drops upon the Ocean. Somehow she knew or felt what he was trying to say though and as such she had set off for Stormwind.
Sunday, 28 August 2016
Sunday, 21 August 2016
Saaurnu's Battle
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Author: Taarhal
Saaurnu stood upon the hill, the legion ships were overhead, fel energies bombarding down into the town of Westfall, people were running in panic, running for cover. Others were preparing to fight, all races had come, humans, night elves, orcs, trolls, draenei, differences forgotten. A common enemy bringing all together.
Saturday, 20 August 2016
The Journal of Tarnalia
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Author: Taarhal
Day 1
So here it starts, the Legion have returned, it was foretold but even when you expect something it still takes you by surprise, I guess that’s the thing with seers, they tell you things will happen just never when or quite how they will come to pass.
But for all she is Taarhal means well, shes crazy as the day is long but she has seen things over her long life, things I would have no wish to see, maybe she’s even seen how she dies, I’m no seer and I have no understanding of how it works or how magic works. All I trust in is my weapons and my strength to destroy my enemies and serve the Holy Light and our people.
So we came together, the Echoes, some I had met already, some I had not, a calling, a mission to track down five demon lords that betrayed all that they stood for and now seek to kill us all and destroy our world, or the world we now call home.
I believe in the cause they serve, Taarhal believes in the cause, I am not wise, but I am strong, strength should be directed where it is best used and Taarhal tells me I will be needed so I will serve and lend my strength to the cause for that is all I have to give and so I will give it.
Our last night in Stormwind, it’s strange as while the place is not home it did feel as such for a while, since meeting the Shas`tans, serving under Vaerhal, fighting at her side, good times.
Much smashing the skulls of our enemies, fond memories of those I leave behind, but if it is to be the last time I see the city so be it, I can not dwell in the past and I cannot sit by and wait for the Legion to roll into the city and take it. So I must fight, and fighting is what I know, have always known, and what I am good at.
To Smashing of the Demons, For Argus, For the Echoes!
Friday, 19 August 2016
To Hold in Your Heart
Author: Kayaara
It was a night like any other; peaceful. Azuremyst Isle always had that sense of serenity, a sort of calmness that Kalaru just couldn’t get anywhere else in Azeroth. Of course, Azuremyst had been what Kalaru has had to call home ever since the crash, but despite that, the place almost reminded her of her old home in Shadowmoon Valley.
It was a night like any other; peaceful. Azuremyst Isle always had that sense of serenity, a sort of calmness that Kalaru just couldn’t get anywhere else in Azeroth. Of course, Azuremyst had been what Kalaru has had to call home ever since the crash, but despite that, the place almost reminded her of her old home in Shadowmoon Valley.
The only thing missing now was her sister.
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