Tag: Dimetri x 3

Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger
Moriurya @moriurya#167
2018-04-11 00:00:00

A Shifting

(( I wrote this during the events of Cataclysm. Rya struggles with the war and the changes of the world and in her own life. ))

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She had been obsessed; her naturally amber eyes were filled with the fel green that does not suit her. He knew she needed to get out of Silvermoon, to forests that had not been altered by magic, for her eyes to return to their normal hue and her mind with them. When a Brightsinger goes insane there is little one can do if they do not know them, and Dimetri was dealing with the only recorded Brightsinger left.

“What am I to do if Moriurya crossed that line? Will I be able to protect her as her uncle had made me promise?” -Dimetri

The world had just changed to what was now being called ‘The...

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Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger
Moriurya @moriurya#167
2018-04-02 00:00:00

Time Is Up: Prologue

((The numbering between breaks show the order of events, but this is meant to be read straight through rather than back and forth. These events happened on Shadow Council in 2012, leading up to my "When Your Time Is Up" post.))

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“Do you now, Rya?”

Gilithanas’ voice spoke clearly, harsh even. The sound of a gun locked into place came from the entrance of the club they were outside of. The first thing that came to Rya’s mind is, “Oops,” but you do not say such a thing in front of a lawyer with a gun pointed in your general direction. If Gil was aiming at herself or at Tiradell, she could not tell.

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It had been a nice day; no one was crying over the communicators about who said what, where, and when, but with the...

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Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger
Moriurya @moriurya#167
2018-04-10 00:00:00

Classic Cult Action

(( I wrote this story in 2010 during the in-game events leading up to the Cataclysm. ))

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It had only meant to be a stroll through Orgrimmar for a certain type of parchment and inks that only a certain vendor possessed at a certain time. Of course not, Lady Moriurya Brightsinger thought as she made her way through the crowds of panicking people, of course I have to come to Orgrimmar just when the world decides to end. Her golden pupils, shaded over with the emerald glow of a blood elf, glanced over at the troll, obviously some sort of shaman, with a large group of people around listening intently.

“Pathetic, the lot of them,” the smooth voice of her consultant broke into her thoughts. Dimetri had proven himself repeatedly in...

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