I Now Pronounce You... pt. 2

Author: Riatcha




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(This story is set in an alternate universe.  Some characters are portrayed differently.)

Her staff strapped to her back and carrying her leather 'work suit' over one arm, Riatcha picked up the satchel of the rest of her belongings she had brought with her and stepped through the portal behind Atrophus.  Both were on their way back to the Exodar to; as Erusi had put it, enjoy their new life together.  After a moment it was as though she had just taken one step forward and she was standing in the Draenei city.  Atrophus was waiting for her, carrying a larger bag of his own things.

"Are you ready to see to getting our new quarters?"  He asked.  For a long moment she looked conflicted, but eventually she bowed her head slightly in agreement.

"It will get easier with time," he caught her gaze with his own eyes and she nodded, quickly looking away from him.

"I know," her voice was quiet, and he knew she was still unsure.

"It is this way," he headed in the direction of where the supplies were kept.  She followed behind him a few steps, her head bowed.  He didn't say anything until they arrived at their destination.  Where he explained the situation and what it was they required to the provisioner on duty there.  The female provisioner looked at the silent Riatcha behind him and simply nodded, seeing the matching necklaces they both wore.

I Now Pronounce You... pt. 1

Author: Riatcha

(This story is set in an alternate universe!)

Riatcha sat at one of the tables in the small library muttering something under her breath about Saaurnu while trying to write a note for Eudaimonia, explaining why she was leaving for the Exodar.

"There is no need to speak of Saaurnu that way, sister," Atrophus' voice spoke from behind her.  Riatcha turned in her seat to look at the tall Draenei.  He did not seem to be in any way upset.  She set her pencil down next to the scroll of paper and the large book on the table.

"Have you spoken to Saaurnu today?"  She asked him.  He walked towards her, limping slightly on his bad leg.

"No, I believe she has decided to join up with the other Echoes," he replied.  Riatcha sighed, leaning back in her seat.

"I see.  In that case can you explain to me what it is that married people do in Draenei culture?"  She watched him carefully.  He frowned, taking a seat and facing her.

"There are some books in my library on the Exodar that I would be happy to lend you so as you can learn about marriage customs, sister, if that is what you want," he answered, crossing his arms.  Riatcha sighed again, rubbing her finger and thumb against the bridge of her nose.

"You do not understand I think...Saaurnu did not...perform the rite of kinship.  She has told me that it was the rite of marriage, she said she was going to tell you..."  Riatcha trailed off, looking right at Atrophus.  His crossed arms loosened and a look of surprise crossed his face, before he frowned again.  For a moment he seemed unsure of what to say, his frown deepened.

"She did what?"  He finally asked.

The Wolf and the Dragon, pt. 2

Author: Erusi

An infernal charged through the formation of rams, swatting its fiery arms from side to side. The formation broke and some of the rams bolted. The descent from Ironforge gave the dwarven defenders momentum, but with that came a loss of control. They descended into a wave of Felfire, spewed forth from the invading legion ship above, some lept from the descent at the last minute and prayed for hope their ram would land safely, others threw themselves from their mounts. Those who charged, hoping that speed would carry them through were burnt alive, their charred remains not making it much beyond several feet into the inferno.

Some, had called upon the light to see them through and for a time it had carried their dwarven steeds and them to safety, enabling them time to prepare for combat. The dwarven paladins were few and far between, but their holy light was quickly targeted by the demons.

“They’re picking off those who wield the light!” Gahdoan flipped his visor up again, swatting an incoming fel bat out the way that looked much larger through his visor.

“They’re trying to whittle-” Aevah paused, hoofing a keg of Thunderbrew up at a demon and then throwing her sword through it. The demon caught the keg with a brief snort, but instantly grew silent once the blade pierced the keg, the liquid within and then finally it’s face. With an agility unbefitting her armour, Aevah went to run up the demon to pull her sword from it’s face, but only served to knock it to the ground with the force of a tombstone. Yanking her sword free she continued “They’re trying to whittle us down, protect the healers!” She swung her sword off to her right, similar to that of a club, slicing an imp clean in half.