Keido
Good Morning
He opened his eyes and allowed them to slowly take in his darkened surroundings. He slowly unfolded his legs with his knees giving nearly no sound of protest until he began to stand up, though the groan he gave was more pronounced than the groan of his joints. He stood up carefully, looking at the sleeping form of his wife, no correct that, the woman who was his wife years ago. In the predawn twilight that filtered in through the window, she looked every bit the woman he loved and had a family with all those years ago.
Ghosts in the Myst
In a sizable office dangerously filled with candles near and on thousands of tomes, a weary looking old man sat behind a grandly carved oak desk. His normally piercing gaze was unfocused as he set back in his tall-backed chair. He folded his hands together causing the tinking of metal on metal to sound. He had heard the rumors. His connections were still trustworthy when it came to something like this. They had found him. That intractable gnome had come back from the dead. A common trend it seemed as of late.
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What happens in Old Town...
It had been two days since he had received the letter from Rethelia. Two days he had been traveling as swiftly as possible back to Stormwind from his latest academic venture. The letter seemed urgent to him, and as such his ancient mind made all sorts of presumptions on the situation ranging from diabolic to just plain strange. And as he arrived in Stormwind, he immidiatly headed for the Old Town tavern, The Pig & Whistle. He neglected to tell her where we were meeting intentionally. Though he did leave the hint of a trail, thanks in no small part to his currently employed succubus, Jhorlith. Much like himself, the demon was very much unlike the rest of her kind and her skills in subtle fel manipulation was something to be admired.
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A Life of Blood: Dreamwalker Pt. 1
Upon waking, I thought that the world around me was on fire. The heat was oppressive, as if it were a solid object weighing down upon me. I could not yet open my eyes, but my ears clearly picked up the heavy and slow breathing of someone nearby. Through dried and severly chapped lips, I managed to choke out something resembling the word ‘water’.
A Life of Blood: The Early Years Pt. 4
But, at this darkened twilight hour, the ruins near the surviving Falconwing Square were still something to marvel at.
