Un'Goro Crater
Breaking the Venomhide
Mor'vek had said the venom would sting, that it would be like ten thousand white-hot needles pricking the skin and enveloping the nerves in a swath of searing agony. Well, he didn't exactly say that, but he had pretty much meant it. Cad lay there, slumped against the large tree trunk. His first encounter with the raptors hadn't exactly been what he was expecting, being that he figured Mor'vek had simply tried to scare him. But oh, no, the fool of a Forsaken trudged on into the dense jungle and found one of the venomhides, shot it, and promtply fell to the ground as the acidic blood and sweat spattered his thinly-layered clothing, sizzling his skin and eliciting a wailing shout that surely echoed throughout the entire Crater.
Way to go, moron, part of him thought condescendingly. What happened to that motto you lived by, mate? What was it?
A Song of Thunder
Sunlight has not once touched this land
In the past hundred years or more
Deep shadows stretch across the earth
Beneath where painted parrots soar
Testing their wings against a sky
Crafted of vines and bark and leaves
A roof that keeps rain in, not out
And in the drizzle, great stones heave
Time to feed the baby
Something cold and wet nudged her cheek, followed by warm breath and soft woof against her ear. Vanaja turned her head, lightly shoving at the furry head intruding on her space only to be met with a warm, wet tongue sliding the up length of her face.
“Oz! Stop it!” she grumbled as she turned over. She stiffened as the red wolf snagged one of her golden earrings with a fang. “Okay, okay. I’m awake. You can let go now.” She growled. The wolf woofed in her ear again and complied, stepping back to sit on his haunches, watching the orc, ready to pounce if she tried to fall back to sleep.
From the Templar’s Journal : Trials
Elune is a god. And there are many others….less than she, more than we…the Ancients; demigods…
My eyes…my voice…
What do you remember of your past, fulo? She asks me…
Nothing have I but my call name and the moonstone…a stone that is marked with a rune that is the mark of the protector; the top half of a rune that is the mark of the Tree.
Her tears come in memory and worry that I should be taken from her in death or through trials…I tell her to hold onto this moment when those trials come...where we stand to our knees in water; and my hand is on her waist and she is smiling and fishing…and love is flowing between us like ripples on the bright surface of the pool…hold onto this…when trials come…
Runaway (again)
There was no inn at Marshal's Refuge. There were no buildings. A tanned human woman had grudgingly agreed to allow the elf to share her tent, and Hayat had gratefully stretched out on the thick, springy moss and dropped off to sleep immediately. She was not afraid. The people here were busy fighting to get their work done and avoid becoming meals for the reptilian inhabitants of the crater. They didn't have the energy to spare for factional or racial conflicts.Late at night, she awoke to the patter of rain on the tent roof and lay on her back listening. The sound was restful. Maybe she would stay here for a while.
My Own Worst Enemy
Artisania Marveloso went alone.
She knew Un'goro Crater well enough; she had known it for months now, so rich it was in precious metals, not to mention the fine soil the Taurens so craved for their morrowgrain. She knew the paths of the little rivers, the winding marshlands, the geysers and hills of volcanic stone. And she loved the place as well, not only for the promise Teledriath had offered beneath the ancient trees, but also for the timelessness of the place itself. Somehow, it never ceased to give her hope and comfort. There was still so much overwhelming life in the world, despite all that so fought to stifle it.
So she rode with confidence through the deep green, heading south – yes, south – to the Silithid hive. It was not the first time she had entered that bitter land, constantly patrolled by the aggressive creatures; called by a goblin's experiment, she had gone to scrape some sample from the walls. She was more than happy to attempt anything to further the efforts against them. The plague of whispers and threats against herself and Dria were their own, but any way she could support the outward battle against the Qiraji and the Hammer she would. A goblin in Gadgetzan had given her a straightforward task: use his lure to call out the queen, and bring him back a sample of her brain. Well enough. Artisania dismounted nearby the entrance of the hive, the green flask holding the lure held tight in one hand.
The whispers began immediately, accompanied by a chorus of buzzing. "You are not supposed to be here."
Kerwinna meets Devilsaur.
Kerwinna made her way through the steamy jungle of Un'goro crater, looking about in awe. She had never seen such a place. Dressed in her traveling gear with a longstaff strapped to her back, creeping through the foliage silently. Well...-almost-.
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A Broken Heirloom
Dutaee rode At’tesh hard, tearing through the fog toward the direction in which he had last heard the thunderous roar of a Devilsuar. Talon ran along side Dutaee, his head swinging back and forth in a attempt to detect danger before pounced upon them.
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Return to Un'Goro
Dutaee sat atop At’tesh, his raptor mount, looking out unto the canopied roof of Un’Goro from the rim of the Crater. His mind drifted, he had left the clan in a critical time, a time when there was no leader, a time of disorder.
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