Tag: BfA x 9

Nealani Dalmoon
Nealani @nealani#348
2020-12-19 23:38:00

Silent Night

The wind blew Nea’s purple curls across her wet cheeks as the overcast night sky loomed above. Nea was not usually one for normal social gatherings but this was far from normal. She sat on the cold cobblestone sidewalk, her kin peppered around her. Some Kaldorei had been living in Stormwind for quite some time and had adapted themselves to a more human schedule of sleeping at night, but it seemed even those who had the ability to do so weren’t sleeping right now..5cunpF2bTyTJayivZnMhbtfOsyGAj6L6t-SBeKZ1xeNjPUX7Uch89VYNn5LhTyO6JKOSVZW0Qz84uyHXRaRXQNPueHybMC5grKyHJP0je48ZbC0FbahY_L3J1MWxaSUuqdFLtl8H

Nea looked up. The luminescent eyes of those around her were dimmed with tears as well. Some tried getting rest, while others murmured prayers to Elune in hope of comfort. Nea looked down at the small bonfire before her, its flames dancing with wild abandon. While it was...

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Marachius Ainsley
Marachius @marachius#83
2018-10-06 19:11:00

Mending Armor

Marachius sat on the ground with several pliers and hammers scattered around him. He held part of his armor over his lap and carefully examined it before finally stopping at one spot. There, a few links of the chainmail had been rent apart. Twisting the piece around in his hands, Marachius finally sat it down across lap and picked up some of the tools. 

“You doing okay, Marc? You took a pretty good hit out there.”

The paladin looked up to see his squadron leader standing over him. Kiernan smiled and watched as Marachius set the pliers back on the ground.

“Little bruised, but I’ll be okay,” Marc answered, reaching a hand around to rub his right side. “Unfortunately, my gear is a little worse for wear.”

“You’re...

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Marachius Ainsley
Marachius @marachius#83
2018-09-13 01:35:00

Return Letter

(This follows the events of this: https://chardiary.com/c/Regynn-96/diary/entries/545 )

Marc sat on his bed, his foot idly tapping against his greatsword on the floor as he read over the letter one more time. His brow furled slightly and he let out a quick breath as he thought about what he’d read.

“Boralus”, the paladin muttered to himself. “And we thought I’d be the one running around.”

Marachius continued reading, reaching up and scratching his chin. At least she’s found some friends over there, he thought. Someone to keep her company while I’m stuck here.

Then he paused in his re-reading. “Boyfriend? Why would she think I was a boyfriend? What did Reggy tell her?” His face scrunched up as he re-read the...

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Kenjai
Kenjai @kenjai#210
2018-08-26 17:14:00

Is This What Wisdom Really Is?

I am Kenjai, Atal’Shango, Devotee to the Loa of Storms.

Son of Zul'ZenjiAtal’Bwonsamdi, Devotee to the Loa of Death.

Son of Onja, Artisan and Mother.

I have heard the bray of the great beasts of Zandalar and the call of the Loa, I have heard the whispers in the deepest earth in Kul Tiras. But, I have also heard the call to war, and it concerns me.

I am a wave-speaker

I have spoken with the rivers that run through the world, I have heard the old wisdom of the deepest currents of the ocean floor.

I am a medicine man

I have taken what the earth and the soil have given me, and I have used it to heal the sick and dying.

I am a guru, I am a mystic, I am a seer, a conduit for old wisdom, old magic, and things yet...

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Bones
Bones @bones#209
2018-08-26 17:10:00

Then, and Now

I saw the armada, jagged ships scorching the sky and defiling the land.

I saw the sky darken, I saw the swirling mass of their homeworld burn a hole in the sky.

I saw the sword fall, I felt the world shudder in pain.

I saw the tree burn, smelt the smoke on the wind, and heard the people scream.

I have been, and continue to be, unconcerned.

I am, however, intrigued.

There’s real fucking magic on the wind, now.


The Naaru, the Illidari, the Army of the Light. Prophets, archmagi, doomsayers, and every wannabe huckster flipping cards onto their backs. They drank the punch. They bought bridges in far off lands. They were all convinced that life, the universe, and everything was threatened.

I was unconvinced. There were always...

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Xanthia Lieu
Xanthia @xanthia#191
2018-08-08 01:53:00

Visions of Hope

Gloved hands pushed the canvas tent flaps aside as the Kaldorei slipped into the faint morning light, the war trodden dirt beneath her feet crunching softly. The embers of the nights campfires lay in their own ashes, scattered in piles throughout the Alliances camp ground. The siege towers loomed over head, their monstrous size acting as a threatening vision of war to the opposing side.


The leaf covered branches woven into pauldrons upon her shoulders, rustled as the wind kicked up and her teal hair blew around her face as she made her way through the clearing to stand beside a crumbled heap of building once belonging to a tower in Brill.

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Dizarak Sanar
Dizarak @dizarak#187
2018-08-07 05:16:00

Starkissed Skies

A cool breeze drifted across the clearing, tents and campfires littering the land as the Alliance prepared for the siege.


Dizarak leaned against the base of a long since fallen tree, eyes darting to and from various faces  his gaze lingering on the reason he found himself within the ranks of the Alliance once more. The middle aged human male sat among a few others  boisterous drunken cheers detailing how he would do this  that and the other thing to his enemies. Displaying his Broken Isle sized ego that frankly the Ren'dorei couldnt even fathom how it fit in his small frame. 


Silently the hired guard prayed his charge would run screaming from the fight in the morning or perhaps be entirely too trashed to merely figure out how...

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Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger
Moriurya @moriurya#167
2018-08-30 00:00:00

Where Loyalties Lie

“I am Sin’dorei. I fight for my people and stand defending our lands against all threats.”

Rumors spread of deserters like ashes flying from the smoldering trunk. Though the Horde’s victory cry was loudly proclaimed across the continent, the cries of terror among many of its allies echoes through the ranks; some stripped themselves of their Horde regula and left.

“Traitors,” muttered an Orc ranger beside Captain Brightsinger. “The rear guard will take care of them. You can’t abandon the Horde and expect to live free.”

Moriurya Brightsinger did not respond, but her silence seemed enough for the Orc, whom grunted and moved on towards some similarly armored Orcs not to far away. They had advanced together during the...

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Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger
Moriurya @moriurya#167
2018-08-01 18:12:00

To Be Horde

“That order. Of all orders, that one will haunt me for the rest of my life. I knew we were marching for Teldrassil; that was obvious from the moment we had finished taking over Astranaar. When an army is on the move to take over land, you don’t stop before the big prize. The destruction of these ancient forests was painful to be a part of, but I’m just a Captain in the Farstrider ranks, and not the forward march; we were more like a scouting detail and later a cleaning crew. 

Details of why each order was given, of what exactly happened at the front, were merely rumors through the vine. I don’t know why we set the Tree aflame, but it fits the general advancement of our lines. We were not there to overrun politically, we were...

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