Argent Dawn
((Text copied from the WoW official site: http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/info/basics/factions/argent/index.html ))
Some say that it is always darkest just before the dawn. Whenever darkness falls, the light of hope will drive away the shadows; wherever the forces of evil work in secret, the brave men and women of the Argent Dawn will be there to thwart their dark designs. The Argent Dawn is an organization that makes no distinction between Alliance or Horde, but instead tries to unite the people of Azeroth in the fight against evil. Though the agents of the Argent Dawn are always wary of the sinister and the wicked in all their various disguises, they have recently focused their efforts on a region of Azeroth where evil has run unchecked for a long time: the Plaguelands of Lordaeron. Detachments of the Argent Dawn are guarding the entrances to the Plaguelands at the Bulwark between the Tirisfal Glades and the Western Plaguelands, and at Chillwind Point, a narrow pass leading south from the Western Plaguelands to the Alterac Mountains. They have also gained a foothold deep in the Eastern Plaguelands at the Light's Hope Chapel, east of Corin's Crossing.
The Argent Dawn is always looking for more fighters to join their cause, and the numbers of those wearing the Argent Dawn Commission, the organization's insignia, are growing each day. Adventurers seeking to aid the Argent Dawn by rooting out the Scourge's corruption in the Plaguelands and taking on the Lich King's powerful servants in the Scholomance and Stratholme will be well rewarded; the organization has many powerful enchanters among their ranks who craft special enhancements that provide the wearer with added protection against all forms of magic attacks. The Argent Dawn also offers those who have proven their dedication to their cause insight into their craftsmen's designs, enabling these adventurers to craft the armors the Argent Dawn created in their ongoing campaign against evil.
Fresh Powder
Pure cold is a truly terrifying thing. Its opposite brings raw pain and the fear it induces is nothing less than primal, but cold brings nothing. It wields numbness and trembling that far overrides the tremors experienced in the face of death. Fire holds and doesn't let go unless snuffed. One can run from ice, and the hope of survival in flight becomes a cruel, terminal joke. That growing lack of sensation throughout the body holds congruent to its end result. It is death while alive and possesses the same blank, unremarkable power of ceaseless pursuit.
Safe Hunting
Every spare moment of calm in Arathi had the potential to fool even its permanent residents into a state of complacency with lethal consequences. The bright sun and rolling green hills spotted with rocky outcroppings made it seem peaceful until one of its many raptors shrieked and broke the spell. They served as a perpetual, sporadic alarm; keeping those aware alive and those dulled in the food chain. Hillsbrad, with its penchant for outbreaks of violence, and the Wetlands, with their less appealing landscape, didn't have the same effect on Ortan when he first saw them. The tauren stared out from the wooden planks in front of the Hammerfall inn initially, trying to take in the entire view offered to him without bumping into the local butcher.
Drakkon The Broken
Drakkon looked out over the ruins of his destroyed home wondering what he could do. he was a greater shaman but not even he could kill the damn doomguard. he had a limit to the amount of control he had over the elements. so he watched hopelessly as his brothers were forced to work for the legion. he cursed himself for not fighting when they still had had a chance. he had thought that the dreghood would simply assassinate the betrayer but they never had. he guessed he would have to return to what survivors there were eventually. but he wanted to sit here for a moment and be sad for the loss of his village
The Eyes of a Sinner ((Art))
Quicky doodle of Hrist, sadly coloured with my mouse. Plan to do a more finished version of this once I get home to my tablet.
Her right eye is odd, as I was trying to capture the creepiness of her witch eye. Also was trying to show the difference between her normal vs her eyes as a Death Knight. I'll probably redo it.
- Hrist's blog
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Requested: Report on Aranak
( For those of you who have read Aranak Journal One, I had to retcon his birthdate, as it did not fit with Blizzard's Official Timeline )
Lord Bolvar Fordragon,
I have compiled the report you requested on Aranak Stryker. It is as follows:
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Aranak's Journal Entry One
Journal of Aranak Stryker
Entry One
Auguste 20 Year 30
Journals... my sister once told me long ago that she always kept a diary, to help her remember and to contemplate her life. She always told me that I should get one and write down some things from my own life. She said that maybe it might become famous, or crucial to someone's life. I'm not sure I believe that, but considering some past events with both my sister and others that I care about, I figured someone should write it down.
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Awakening
(( If you read this, please post a comment on whether you liked it and if you think something could've been better. ))
-Sometime after Silent Knight Part 2-
Scholomance... a veritable and tangible testament to the Scourge's power. The place was crawling with Scourge minions, running around, preparing for what Aranak assumed to be another ill-fated attempt at wresting the Western Plaguelands from the valiant Argent Dawn. These attempts were becoming more and more frequent as well as coming perilously close to actually succeeding. Not only was Aranak opposed to this actually occurring, but the Argent Dawn and the Knights of the Silver Hand were also averse to this. Aranak shuddered as he recalled the events of a few weeks ago, and how his power was drastically drained from him by his own sister...
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Silent Knight Part 2
... That.... was 10 years ago... and now... a new conflict has begun... and the Stryker family... will never be the same.
"Pitiful creature...", Aranak said, pulling his Hellreaver spear from the Fel Orc's back. "Death is all that awaits you here..."
Aranak looked up at the purplish, black sky, wondering again why his superiors were so enraptured with this place. Outland... a ravaged world with nothing but ruins and wars to be gained from it. If he had learned one thing, it was that the Knights of the Silver Hand were to focused on appeasing the Alliance higher-ups. Aranak sighed, they were repeating the same mistakes that had led to their downfall almost 8 years ago. Thinking about what Riahen had asked him the day Aryah fused, he turned on his boot heel and marched towards Honor Hold.
"Where are you going...brother?"
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Silent Knight Part 1
It was a cold night... the leaves in the forest were turning orange, but had the little wispy frost sparkles that usually signalled the coming of winter. Though it was chilly, I kept my shirt off. It helped amplify the amount of sweat my body excreted, helping me keep more warm than if I had it on. The fields wern't barren, though one would think they would be at this time of year. I stuck my hoe in the ground and stared at the sky. This... this is where it all began. I was 15.
"Aryah, Aryah!", I shouted. A girl of about eight years old with long blonde hair, same as her brother stopped short, and smiled a beautiful smile.
"What?!", exclaimed Aryah. "Come ON! We've got to get in the forest and collect those mushrooms for father! You KNOW how he'll be if we don't get back before dinner."
"The Bitch is Back!"
The Voidwalker yelled, his inky mass careening down the hallway, bumping small tales proudly displaying portraits, statues, and knick knacks from all over Azeroth and beyond.
Scarlet Crusade vs. Thelda Cordell
Lord Maxwell Tyrosus
Argent Dawn
Light's Hope Chapel, Eastern Lordaeron
Lord Tyrosus:
Fine, have it your way.
Well now, I make a post detailing that I wont be present until this settles, and why, and come to find it has also been locked, and the display of comments on it has been disabled (I can see quite plainly that someone commented in the Recent Comments box). I was going to be good and quiet and let thinsg settle as they should have after speaking to Lorith, but I find this sort of nonsense going on instead. Allow me then, to explain a few things.
"This content has been modified by another user, changes cannot be saved."
Drama
Well, I have Lorith telling me one thing, Tabi telling me another, and quite frankly, they contradict to the point that I wonder if they're on the same moderator staff. When you folks get this sussed out, drop me a line. Until then, there will be no posts from the following Characters, should anyone have been waiting for them:
Shannae
Earthwarder
Tsukita
Shazren
I simply refuse to support a website that has its own staff divided on issues as important as censorship and what is or is not the proper way to respectfully handle persons they feel were out of line.
Good day.
Writers Block + Insomnia + Wacom Tablet = PICTURES! (Explicit)
The title more or less says it all. I can't sleep, I can't get any of my ideas into writing (that I don't delete 30 seconds later, anyways), and I havn't seriously toyed with Lillies shiny new Wacom Tablet... yet. -grin- Linkage below the break! =^.^= (Erm, and clicking on any of them at work is possibly a bad idea.)
