Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2014-10-19 12:00:00

To Battle - Part 2

“….We need to get around their barricade and into the crater or we’re not going to get anywhere. We’re still short on supplies from the Siege,” Lyn tuned back in, listening to the Elven scout give his report to the temporary war council that had been set up with a few of the Army officers and a couple of the Mercenary captains. She shifted her weight in the canvas chair that had been provided and rested her chin on her knuckles as he continued, “If we don’t stress to our leaders that we need a joint operation with the Alliance we aren’t going to–”
 

“We can try, but don’t expect much,” Imriel intoned, seemingly just as bored as she was, “Thank you, Scout Springvale. Sunwell guide you.” Scout Springvale...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2014-10-14 12:55:00

To Battle

Two missives came by personal courier, something that never happened. That was my first inkling that something was up. One was in a scarlet envelope that screamed urgent, the other plain parchment yellow emblazoned with the Horde insignia. Obviously I opened the red one first; I knew what a call to arms from the Horde looked like. I’d gotten a few as a private soldier and I wanted to put off opening it as long as I could. 

 Ratchetclank’s personal seal in inky black wax kept the red envelope shut. There was a bit of string under it to cut through the closure efficiently. Goblins, always looking to shave time off of menial tasks. I skimmed the text.

They’d been “morally obligated” (translation: paid a fine sum) to sign my...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2014-09-15 12:00:00

Ghosts, or, Licking One's Wounds

Helion Gloamingdawn had been a good man. Even tempered, strong, and steady. Good with people and animals. Quiet in all aspects; mind, soul, and body. His love had been this deep, unfathomable wellspring that was always tangible. There had never been any question of it, even if some other woman did occasionally catch his eye.

Ysirien Van’aen, on the other hand, was his opposite. After Helion’s death, opposite was what she needed. Gone were Helion’s broad shoulders, replaced by Ysirien’s wiry, lithe frame. Instead of gold, cream, and brilliant azure she indulged herself in decadent chocolate, caramel, and fel tinged green. Where Helion had been constant, Ysirien was mercurial. Helion was her equal, Ysirien her subordinate. But,...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-11-14 23:55:00

A Final Meeting

(Originally posted Nov 14, 2010)


Braghaman sat up on the bed and glanced around the room. It was a small room, enough space for a table and a chair at one side and the bed at the other. It was a quaint home, comfortable for the people who lived here usually. The hearth had a cozy fire in it, casting a warm glow around the room. The door was open, the early evening peering into the room.

It had been two days since the priestess had brought him here. Smuggled out in the back of a wagon, she'd brought him to Darkshire and to this little home just outside. She'd bound his hand and helped him as best she could. Then the young priestess returned to Stormwind to see what could be found out.

Two days of laying in the bed with nothing to do...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-11-11 23:55:00

Voices In The Dark

(Originally posted Nov 11, 2010)


Nalya was new to the Cathedral. She had completed her priestly training in Northshire Abbey and had only recently arrived in Stormwind. As a young priestess, she was still amazed at the grandeur and size of the Cathedral. The city was much larger than her home in Darkshire. But at least she didn't have to worry about something coming in to town to eat her, she thought as she walked through the halls of the Cathedral.

She was new, so she had been given mostly menial tasks to do. But Nalya didn't mind. She was happy to be helping in any way she could. This evening, she'd been given the task of lighting the candles in the rooms in the keep. With a calm smile, she walked down the halls of the lower...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-11-03 23:55:00

Discussions in the Dark

(Originally posted Nov 3, 2010)


Deep in the halls of the Cathedral, the light of the morning barely made itself known. Sitting in his lonely cell, the priest was on the floor, cross-legged with his head bowed. As he slowly, rhythmically breathed, his peace ended with the quiet tapping on the door to his room.

"Come," the priest said quietly, his head remaining bowed.

"Father Corenyn," the paladin greeted quietly as he entered the room and shut the door.

"Brother Faris," the priest returned, finally looking up to the doorway. He looked young, not quiet the years of middle age. Apparently fit, he never seemed to tire in front of the others in the Cathedral. "You bring news?"

"I do, father," Faris began as he moved closer. The...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-10-28 23:55:00

Discussions in Dark Places

(Originally posted Oct 28, 2010)


Slowly, consciousness creeped up on the paladin. And with it came the pain. A dull throbbing pulsed in his head. He could feel his heart beating in his head, and it was not a pleasant sensation. Slowly, he tried to bring his hand to his forehead, but couldn't reach his head. Tentatively, Braghaman pulled on his arm with no success. Jerking harder, he could begin to make out the sound of metal jingling near his ears. Turning his head to the side, Bragh could see his arms hanging from the wall by heavy chains.

"Glad to see you're back with us," a gruff voice spoke in the shadows.

Wincing, Bragh began looking around. The room was shadowed. He was sitting on the floor, chained to the wall by his wrists....

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-10-27 23:55:00

A Cold Day In...

(Originally posted Oct 27, 2010)


The hour was late. Sooner than some would want, the morning would begin to break along the horizon. But for the moment, darkness had settled deep as the night slowly progressed. Most had long since gone to sleep, few continued to mill around the city of Stormwind.

Inside one of the town's inn, the silence was disrupted by five men who quietly moved from the entrance to the steps. Hints of armor could be seen beneath their cloaks. The men had taken the trouble to try and muffle the metal of their plate, wrapping particular parts in cloth to reduce the ringing. As the five men began to climb the stairs to the second level, they drew clubs.

"Who are we looking for?" one of the men whispered from the...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-10-23 23:55:00

Unwritten Invitations

(Originally posted Oct 23, 2010)


A mist rose lazily from the ground, still damp from the rain that had torn through the realm earlier. In the woods, the occasional howl would echo among the trees as beasts began emerging from their lairs as the weather cleared. And in the town, the citizens also began to come out of their homes, wondering out into the twilight. As the watchers shook off their cloaks, water spraying into the air again, the clopping of hooves sounded as a lone rider came into the town's center.

Braghaman pushed the hood of his cloak back, water dripping down his back, as he rode into Darkshire. His patrol had been long and wet, at least one would guess that from his appearance. The paladin reined his horse in, and sat...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-09-29 23:55:00

Warnings In The Night

(Originally posted Sept 29, 2010)


Braghaman sat near the fire with his feet propped up on the hearth. Madame Eva floated around the common room, checking on all of her regular customers and the weary travelers who sought a safe room for the night. But she always found a moment to check on the paladin, even though she knew he would never ask for anything more than a cup of coffee to help keep the chill in check.

Walking away from him again, Madame Eva patted Bragh on his shoulder. The slight metallic ringing could be heard from the armor he had beneath his traveling cloak. She turned towards the door as a new person arrived to her inn. The hostess greeted her new guest, a large man with his cloak pulled close, but it seemed as though...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-09-11 23:55:00

Resisting Arrest

(Originally posted Sept 11, 2010)


The shadows of Duskwood were cast deep as night creeped up on the town of Darkshire. The howls and screeches of the forest echoed off the buildings as people raced in and out of town. Braghaman stepped out of Madame Eva's inn and looked around the town. Dressed in full armor, he was still adjusting one of the straps on his breastplate as he began walking towards the town hall. He had only crossed the road when he heard a call.

"Larethian!" the voice called far too loudly for the quiet town.
Braghaman stopped and turned towards the voice. The look of curiosity was immediately replaced with one much darker.

"Faris," Bragh replied with a grumble in the back of his throat. "What do you want now?" he asked,...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2010-09-07 23:55:00

The Unwelcome Mat

(Originally posted Sept 7, 2010)


Braghaman slowly rode his charger into the capital city. Wearing the colors of the Argent Crusade, the warhorse steadily trod across the bridge as his hoofbeats echoed to the waters below. Paladin and charger were a quiet pair as the moved to the main entrance to Stormwind. As they got closer to the guards stationed at the bridge, the charger snorted as if to say, "Are you sure about this?" The paladin placed his hand gently on the back of the horse's neck, rubbing reassuringly as the continued on.

Normally, Braghaman would wear his traveling clothes. He preferred to wear black leather pants and leather vest. Normally, he'd have a well-worn hat as well. But not this day. Something made the paladin feel...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2009-01-10 23:55:00

Shadow In The Light

(Originally Posted Jan 10, 2009)


The paladin walked slowly up the steps to the cathedral in Stormwind. His armor ringing as he climbed the stairs seemed much louder to his pounding headache. When he finally reached the top step, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked into the cathedral. Entering the main hall, a young priest called out to him. 


"Brother Faris. Welcome back," the priest called out. Then he noticed the paladin's condition. "Are you okay, Brother Faris?" 


"I will survive," Faris grunted. Please find me Father Jeseb." The paladin sunk onto one of the benches while he awaited the priests return. He felt as if he'd barely closed his eyes when he heard footsteps...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2009-01-06 23:55:00

Shadow In The Light, Part 2: Growing Conspiracies

(Originally Posted Jan 16, 2009)


The paladin Faris was sitting at a table in the Cathedral of Stormwind. It'd been a day and a half since he'd lost Braghaman Larethian. Almost two days since someone strolled up and dispatched his men and defeated him. He stewed over the insult as he read through papers on the table. While he was reading, a shadow fell over his table, blocking the light from the papers he was reading, blocking the light from his business. 

Looking up, Faris saw a young paladin, his armor still fresh and suffering from no mark or dent, standing beside the table. The young man stood at attention, waiting for his superior's attention. Faris eyed him up and down for a moment. "Report." 

"Sir," the young paladin began....

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2008-12-31 23:55:00

New Players, New Games...

(Originally Posted Dec 31, 2008)


Bragh had returned to Eva's inn shortly after his encounter with the death knight. It had been unsettling, as far as meetings went, but far from the worst that it could have been. With only a few hours left of that night, the paladin intended to get as much sleep as he could. 

When next he awoke, Braghaman found light slipping in through the opened front door. It had not reached him yet, sitting next to the fire, but it was close enough to bring him around. Rubbing his eyes, Bragh let out a colossal yawn that cracked his jaw. Wincing, he rubbed his jaw and lifted his head slowly. His neck ached from sleeping in the chair, but it was a penance he was willing to do. Rotating his head a little,...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2008-11-11 23:55:00

On The Road Home

(Originally posted Nov 11, 2008)


It was a cold night as Braghman rode through the forests of Duskwood. It had been weeks since he last stepped foot in the place. Or rather, it had been weeks since he spent any more time than it took to ride towards the haunted towers of Karazhan. He glanced around as his charger slowly paced down the street, his eyes keen for any trouble that might appear.


With the retirement of so many members of the Dawn, Braghaman had found it difficult to continue his duties in Duskwood. The last remaining councilor, he thought sadly. Almost the last officer, a soft voice added in his mind. It had been hard. At first he continued his duties the best he could, patrolling the forests and helping where he could....

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