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Calm Before the Storm


I sat on a hill overlooking Lake Elune'ara. I couldn't shake the feeling that had been growing over the past couple of months. I looked at the orcish blade I had in my hand. A trophy, a vow. The first few days after we brought Garrosh down were some of the most peaceful of my life.

An iron fist crashing down...

Then the dream happened. I woke up from it covered in sweat. The feelings the dream inspired had faded a little after I woke up, but never completely went away. Instead, they had been steadily growing, spiking ever time the dream repeated itself.

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The Siege


(Just thought I'd give Scott's views on what it was like after the front gate of Orgrimmar was broken through, and where he got his new weapon.)


It was finally time for me to get in and fight. Hunting down the orcs along the shore was easy, but there was little I could really do against that giant, metal scorpion outside the gates. Now that it had been destroyed, it was time to move into the city.

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Epilogue: No Rest For The Wicked

It had been weeks since Oghrin had returned to Orgrimmar, and he could already feel how much had changed since he'd left for Pandaria. The traitor Hellscream was missing, Nazgrim was dead, and his neighbors watched him as if he was a stranger. It didn't make for an easy return, but it make for return, which was more than most of the soldiers he shipped out with got at all. 

Though, with some of the looks he was getting, Oghrin wasn't sure he should've come back at all. 

Adalynn's picture




Two months, they had said

Silvermoon in two more months

I guess I'm ready


I just wonder if...

No. You've come so far, Ada

Don't start to drift now


I guess I'm ready

We have a ways to sail, still

 more than enough time



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The Seveth Sha: Pride

The weeks following the death of Persephaali left Oghrin a quiet, troubled orc. Remorse and bitterness riddles his figure, from both the fate that had befallen her, and the black justice he had carried out. These moments, he reminded himself, were what his father had described as the periods that can either temper a person, making them stronger, or break them beyond the point of being fixed. Oghrin wasn't sure if he was becoming stronger, but his heart did break every time he thought of the late draenei.

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Battle Ball! Westfall Cyclones vs. Agmar's Hammers! (Preseason)


Through the tinny, electric buzz of gnomish and goblin radios and the soft-edged, blurred screens conjured by arcane eyes, came the sound of an eager crowd and, on those screens, the image of Orgrimmar's Battle Ball amphitheatre, with it's jagged silhouette and pillars of smoke, rising from pyres along it's perimeter.

The image faded into another, replaced by the throngs of Horde citizens along the sides of the stone field that had come to watch the game.

The jovial lilt of a loch-born dwarf drowned out the sounds of the anxious crowds.

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Summary of War Crimes

Drogar asked me to do a summary of War Crimes by Christie Golden for our MeddleGoons who hadn't read the novel but wanted to know what was up with the plot for the upcoming 6.0 patch. So I did, and it's kinda long (it's me) and I thought I'd link it here as well for anyone curious. 

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Timeless Abandon


Dream Time

“You don't belong on a battlefield. Go back to your dresses and parties, girl.” He didn't even turn to face her.

“Sergeant Harrigan, I can help out there. Not every fight will be on the battlefield-”

“NO!” He turned on her, his face a mask of rage. She felt blood spatter across her face. It flowed down his arm, falling to an ever-widening pool on the ground. “This is no job for cripples!

She reeled back in shock, bumping into someone behind her. A strong, gentle and comforting hand squeezed her shoulder.

“It's all right, Kaewynn.”

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Fury is the Key

The stone walls of the moonwell we're crumbled and the water defiled. The land around the ruined moonwell was equally devastated, the trees downed and the ground a muddy morass. Elza stood in the fouled water, her shoulders slumped and tears flowing from her closed eyes. Because her eyes were closed, she didn't see the growing glow of moon light around her, nor did she see the water she was standing in clearing up. The changes still went unnoticed by her when a gruff voice spoke from behind her. 

"Whatcha doin', deader? We're jus' gonna wreck it again."

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The Sixth Sha: Hatred


Oghrin knew a thing or two about hatred. There were few orcs, and even fewer members of the Horde at all, who weren't despised by others in their world. That was part of the reason the Horde had come together; Races, hated and spurned by the rest of the world, found a home under the banner of the Horde; Here, all were welcome, and few were turned away. Some united in their hatred of other races, driven by bitter memories, the repetition of bloody history fueling the fires, and keeping the anger alive.

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Vorgillis moved silently through the audience hall and bowed low before Sylvanis.

"You have progress to report? She won't be of use to me if she doesn't regain her power." The to of Sylvanis' voice indicated at bad news would not be welcomed.

"I believe I've learned things that will prove useful in you plans." Vorgillis ducked his head, "Were you aware that she's a half-breed and a priestess of Elune? Trained by Tyrande herself?"

"What?!" Sylvanis leaned forward, "That wasn't in any of the reports I saw on her. Who are her parents?"

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A Tale of Doubt and Wisdom

"Tell me another story before you go? Please, Father?" The elven child peered up at Luminash as he brushed a lock of crimson hair - just like his mother's - away from his face, a brilliant smile stretching all the way to his curious eyes.

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Stupid girl.


Stupidirresponsible girl. Who didn't know what she was fucking doing.




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Call of the Elements, Part Three

The water cascaded down the falls, roaring as it reached the bottom kicking up a fine mist. Some distance away the pandaren buildings that made up the Greenstone Mason’s quarter resided. The buildings mostly obscured by the trees of the forest, just as the churning of the falls deafened the hammers and chisels of the work in the quarter.

Nirahsa stepped along a path leading to the falls her tail twitching in annoyance as she spotted Torgeth ahead. From his posture it was obvious that the Orc was communing with the elements and otherwise distracted at the moment.

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For King and Country, Part One

Thirteen years ago

Rand Venner scowled over the rim of his mug. "Damn it, Marcus," he said, "what is he doing here?"

Marcus Jonathan raised an eyebrow at his old friend, taking a swig of his own drink. "Would you rather the King had stayed in Stormwind Keep, wallowing in his grief?" he asked.

Rand's scowl deepened. "Not Varian," he clarified. "That intelligence officer. Prestor's creature."

Ironrend's picture


"It's the most dangerous word in any language."

"Hrm?" The master perked at Oghrin suddenly speaking, albeit with a significant slur. Both of them were drowning their sorrows (and anything else in their stomachs) in one of the new Spitfire Brews. Oghrin had taken a liking to it, but there was no pleasure on his face now. The orcs jaw was drawn into a grimace as he glared at a spot on the table.


"Maybe, what?"

"What?" Oghrin's head jerked around, the orc scowling at his teacher, "No, that's the word I was talking about."


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((I got sent a prompt....I'm rather proud of the result, so I'm putting it up here!))



Paw clenched tightly around the coin, little Lai-Ning bounced excitedly on her footpaws.

"Are you sure, Master Ren-Shao? I..I’ve never had one before.."

The scrollkeeper chuckled, kneeling beside the little cub and stroking her head.

"You did very well today, Lai-Ning! You helped clean almost the whole main floor! I think you deserve it…maybe ask your G’ma if you can take it with you to the market next time!"

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A Dwarf and his Gryphon

"That's not right!" Aedroc grumbled in dwarvish, glaring sideways at Beaksy, "App-Lee-Cay-Shun. Not 'Apple-cae-tin'. Trust me, I checked."

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For a few short days Maggot had been herself again. She stared up at the roof of The Dragon's Crotch as she waited for Bones. He had asked her to wait for him there, while he took care of some business.

Alynore's picture

Warlords Invading Azeroth, 11-13-14

There is not only the cinematic release, but also a new series of short films called Lords of War. Told by Vindicator Maraad to King Varian, the backstories of the Warlords of Draenor are revealed.

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Luminash's research journal lay open on his desk, a single word written on the top of the page:


Ironrend's picture

The Fifth Sha: Fear


A warrior must be fearless. It was one of the first lessons Oghrin learned from his blademaster. At any time, a soldier can be asked to charge into the very mouth of Hell, to a point of no return, in the name of his nation and his people. A warrior must not fear death, fire, or pain. And Oghrin didn't. His fear was of something much more common, something that could find you anywhere at anytime. It was something no orc would ever admit to fearing, least of all fear in such a way that made Oghrin tremble and cower as though he were a child.


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Lai-Ning Silverpaw, apprentice mage, couldn’t sleep.

Who could, after today?

It was so quiet out here in Elwynn, after being in Stormwind for so long. Even the winds were quieter as they blew around the cabin…their cabin.

Her birthday present was amazing, the little home hand-built by Gozo.

She had thought nothing could make the day better, and then…

Her fingers brushed against her lips.

…he’d kissed her, as she had sat next to him, gazing out across the view from their deck.

Padding down the hall, she peeked in his room.

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A Letter Home

My Dearest Husband, 

I must send my deepest apologies for my absence from the Townhouse. Often, I find myself thinking of you and our handsome little man, envisioning the long days we've spent together laughing over the most random of topics. What makes Bram think of the questions he asks, I doubt we will ever know.

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Paladin vs Undead


The dead should stay dead.
All that was left of the Forsaken called Shades when she finally stopped channeling the Light.
She had danced upon the fine line between that and revenge. She needed to talk to someone about it.
Alynore had none. She wasn’t sure that was a good thing.

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"Shh…it’s okay…"

Thunder boomed outside, causing the little ones to whimper again.

Lai-Ning couldn’t fault them…many had lost their families in the thunder. Instead, she settled herself comfortably, beckoning them over.

"Come…sit with me. We’ll tell stories, until the storm passes…and then, I will show you some magic."

Most of the cubs scooted over, cuddling up to the little mage.

One, however, stayed back, arms wrapped around his middle. He glared at Lai-Ning.


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