Commander Braghaman Larethian

Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-07-09 23:02:00

Here To Help

What’s that? What’s that noise? Is it over there?

There it is!

What’s that smell? Where’s it coming from? Is it this? IT IS!

This is the most wonderful smell. I must tell the others!

Wait!

What was that?

That sound? Something’s happening! Where?

Nearby.

There!

A fight!

He needs help!

I can help!

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The militiaman swung his sword again. His blade tore into the arm of the skeleton that had wandered from the cemetery down onto the road. He had called for assistance, fearing that more skeletons might follow suit, but for the moment none did.

Yanking his sword back, the skeleton’s left arm was pulled free from the body and clattered to the ground. The militiaman raised his sword high and brought it down on the...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-07-09 16:12:00

Traveling Through Goldshire

Sister Anetta glanced at the young lady sitting beside her as she guided the horse along the path through Elwynn Forest.  Sabina Jensen sat quietly next to the priestess as they passed the trees and crossed the rivers. Even though Sabina would answer as briefly as possible, Sister Anetta continued to talk as they traveled. On occasion, Anetta would give the young lady a sad look, but she would then continue on with the mostly one-sided conversation.

“Have you ever been to Goldshire?” 

“Twice,” Sabina answered quietly.

“I’m always amazed at how lively a village it is,” the sister offered, looking down the road to the outskirts of the settlement. “It seems like everyone comes from all around to see it.”

Sabina...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-07-07 22:44:00

Leaving Town

“Ready to head off to Stormwind?” the captain asked, looking up to the two women sitting in the front of the cart.

“I believe so, Captain. Thank you for your assistance.”

“Not at all, Sister Anetta,” the captain of the Night Watch said with a nod to the priestess. Then he turned his attention to the other person in the cart. “Miss Jensen. Once you have had a chance to recover, I will need to speak with you.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered meekly. 

“Are you sure that you don’t want an escort to the city?” the captain asked, his gaze going back to the priestess. “I could send someone along with you.”

“The offer is much appreciated,” Sister Anetta answered. “But I would hate to deplete your forces here....

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-07-02 21:31:00

New Inquiry

“And that’s all you saw, sister?”

“I’m afraid so, captain,” Sister Anetta answered. “I never spoke with the poor man.”

“What about Miss Jensen?” 

“She’s still in her room right now.”

“Did she see this guy before the accident?”

“She said she hadn’t spoken to him. Have you found out anything about him?”

“Not much,” the captain said, his shoulders slumping a little. “He apparently came into town early this morning.”

“Do you have any information why?”

“No. If he told anyone why he was here, they haven’t come forward yet.”

“Any idea what happened?” Sister Anetta asked as she leaned back in her seat.

“None. The door to his room was locked. No sign that anyone else was in...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-06-27 21:09:00

Kidnapping

The two men stood in the shadow of the trees, not too far back from the road. They gazed between the houses at the main road of Darkshire, not daring to speak much for fear of being noticed. Dressed in dark leathers, they watched. Then, the door of one of the buildings opened and a young boy stepped outside.

“There he is,” said one of the two men, tapping the other on the arm with the back of his hand. The second man nodded. The two of them tensed as they watched the boy adjust his tunic and look back towards the center of town. Then they both jumped slightly when a voice spoke to them.

“Wacha doin’?”

The two men turned and looked around the shadows, finally settling their sights on an imp standing behind them.

“What the...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-06-20 23:11:00

Broken Window

Sister Anetta followed the crowd as it surged through the front door and around to the side of the tavern. On the ground, a few feet from the building, was a member of the Night Watch holding a torch and kneeling on the ground next to the body of a young man. Sister Anetta moved through the crowd and stood at the edge of the firelight and looked down at the body.

The man was dressed in simple clothes, not the type that one would wear on the road. His head was turned at an odd angle and his arms and legs were spread from the body. The priestess looked up at the tavern and spied a window on the second floor that had been broken out. Turning back to the body, she watched as the militia man placed a finger on the man’s neck. After a...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-06-18 16:20:00

Travel Plans

Sister Anetta sat in the common room of the tavern in Darkshire, sipping a glass of noir and listening to the sounds of the room. Next to her sat a young gnome, his hair ruffled and his his clothes showing the worse for wear.

“I’m telling you, miss. The future will be in pneumatic catapults.”

“You seem quite certain of this,” the priestess said as she sipped her wine. The gnome had been regaling her with scientific descriptions since she initially struck up the conversation. 

“Of course!” the gnome blurted out in response. “It will be so much quicker that going by horse or ram. Even by gryphon. One straight shot and your there. And you won’t have hire mages for those pesky portals.”

“But what happens when you...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-06-15 21:40:00

Playing Catch and Deep Discussions, continued..

Benjamin and Lohgan watched from the window of the second floor of the Caravan inn. Quietly, the two boys speculated on what the explosion was that they had heard only minutes earlier.

“I bet it some evil wizard coming from that haunted tower,” Ben offered.

“Or maybe its the horde coming to attack the city,” Lohgan countered.

“Maybe it was one of the worgen.”

“Nah. They wouldn’t know how to make explosions that big.”

“Look! They’re coming back with something.”

The two boys scrambled out of the window and ran down the stairs, stomping so loudly that Ben’s father called out for the two to knock it off. Bursting through the doors, the two boys made it to the road just in time to watch several members of the...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-06-13 21:02:00

Questions, Answers, and More Questions

The captain of the Night Watch stood next to the door, leaning against the jam and watching. The small office was crowded with various pieces of furniture: a desk covered in papers, two chairs placed in front of the desk, a small table with two chairs at the side, and a sofa against the side wall. In the middle of the sofa sat a young lady, her legs drawn up with her arms wrapped around. A blanket covered her shoulders and rippled slightly as she seemed to sway at little from side to side. Next to her, on the closer end of the sofa, sat another woman in the robes of a priestess.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Miss Jensen?” the captain asked. “I can get you some water if you want.”

The young lady shook her head, causing the...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-06-13 20:27:00

Playing Catch and Deep Discussions

“What about Watcher Keller?”

Benjamin threw the ball to his friend, Lohgan. The two boys were in the front yard of tavern that Ben’s family owned, tossing a ball back and forth.

“Yeah, he probably has. What about Watcher Ladimore?”

“Oh yeah,” Ben replied. “I bet he’s fought tons of skeletons.” Ben grunted as he caught the ball that had been thrown back to him.  “What about Watcher Hartin?”

“I don’t know,” Lohgan replied before catching the ball again. “He’s always quiet when I see him.”

“What about Watcher Royce?” Ben asked as he held up his hands in the air.

“Watcher Royce? But she’s a girl!” Lohgan said before thrown the ball again.

“So what?”

“Girls don’t fight skeletons,...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-06-05 22:10:00

Memories

The captain of the Nightwatch led the way down the hall and eventually stopped at one door. Opening it, he led the priestess into the office. Along the far wall was a young lady asleep on a sofa. She slept fitfully, turning and whimpering quietly.

“Here you are, sister. Like I said, she’s still asleep.”

“That’s quite alright, captain.” Sister Anetta stepped past the captain and sat down on a chair beside the sofa.

“I need to deal with something real quick, sister.”

“Please go ahead, captain. I will be fine here.”

“If you need anything, just holler out and one of the men will be here right away.”

“Thank you, captain.” The priestess nodded to the militiaman and watched as he turned and left the office,...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-05-31 19:55:00

Help From The Abbey

The priestess stepped into the cluttered office and looked at the person sitting behind the desk. The man gazed up between stacks of paper and leaned back in his chair.

“Good evening. I’m Anetta from Northshire.”

“Thanks for coming, sister. We can definitely use your help.”

“Not at all. Can you tell me what happened?”

“We’re not entirely sure. A husband and wife apparently appeared to have attacked each other.”

“That’s horrible. Are there any survivors?”

“A young lady, sister of the husband. Name’s Sabina Jensen.”

“Jensen?” the priestess repeated, her eyes widening.

“Yes, ma’am. Know her?”

“Not personally. But if its who I think it is, she was supposed to come to the abbey to start...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-05-28 21:45:00

Traveler Come To Town

Braghaman was walked up the road from Darkshire on his way home. He had just passed the gryphons when he heard a voice calling to him.

“Brother Larethian.”

Stopping in the middle of the road and turning around, he saw a priestess in white robes stepping onto the road.

“Sister Anetta,” Braghaman said with a bow. “What brings you to Darkshire?”

“The Church sent me here, that there was someone who needed to speak with me. And what of you brother? Are you back from the war?”

“I am, sister.”

“Will you be returning to your work in Stormwind, then?”

“That is still being negotiated, but I think that I will be continuing my work here.”

“Well, I hope that the Light will bless your endeavors, brother. Now, I...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-05-20 18:10:00

More Questions Than Answers

The captain of the Nightwatch made his way back to Darkshire, going over what he had seen in mind as he walked. Crossing into the town, he passed the fountain and came to the steps leading to the town hall. As he took the first step, another member of the militia came through the doors and began descending.

“Captain. Any news?”

“Not much. More questions than answers at this point.  How’s the girl?”

“Still in shock, I think. They gave her something to sleep.”

“Was word sent to Stormwind?”

“As soon as you told us to, sir. We haven’t heard anything back, yet, but its still fairly early.”

“Yeah, but I was hopeful,” the captain replied, rubbing a hand over his face. “Probably won’t get anything back...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-05-14 20:35:00

First Thoughts At The Scene

The captain of the watch knelt down next to one of the bodies. Pulling the sheet back that covered it, he leaned forward to look at the wounds to her neck and shoulder.

“Looks like she was mauled,” the captain said, glancing over his shoulder towards the Nightwatch member standing behind him.

“That’s what we thought when we first got here. Worst still, he’s got blood all over his face,” the militiaman explained, gesturing to the other body.  The captain followed the gesture and looked at the other body. The sheet was tented up above the man’s chest where the knife was protruding.

“So what are we thinking,” the captain said as he stood up slowly. “That he started biting her so she stabbed him?”

“Possibly,”...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-05-12 01:28:00

Scream In The Night

Watcher Jordan kept his steady pace, walking along the road leading west out of Darkshire. The lanterns swayed with the gentle breeze and shone their light down on the road as the militiaman walked beneath their glow. The wind caused the leaves on the trees to rustle slightly, providing a lulling background noise to the watcher’s march.

He was just to the edge of town when he heard the scream. It was piercing and filled with terror, causing the hairs on the watcher’s arms to stand on end. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to the direction where it seemed that the cry had come from. Almost immediately, he heard the sound of boots from behind him. Turning back towards town, he saw Watcher Mocarski running towards him with his...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-05-09 02:10:00

A Lone Candle In The Dark

The main room of the home fit in the with the rest of the house.  Small.  Some might have tried to be polite and call it ‘cozy’, at least as much as any home on the outskirts of Darkshire could be called that. It was small house, but it was built with care. The floors and walls were made with a deep red wood, though they had started to darken over time and with use. The woodwork shone with the thin slivers of moonlight the managed to sneak through the canopy outside and dove past the torn curtains that hung limply from the rod above the window, casting a pale glow into the room.

In one corner sat a small table, a lone candle sitting on it and sputtering as it was nearly burnt out. The flame cast shadows around the room that...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-04-28 15:10:00

Striking Low

*THWAK*

“Good shot.  Do it again.”

*THWAK*

The sound of wood striking against wood echoed through the yard. Braghaman stood to the side and watched as his son swung his short mace and struck the side of the post that had been recently planted in their yard. The wooden head of Banagan’s mace hit the post high and came to an abrupt stop.

“Good. Now hit lower.”

Banagan brought his arm back and swung hard again, this time aiming lower on the post. 

*THWAK*

“Shouldn’t I try to hit them in the head?” Banny asked, pausing in his attacks and looking at his father.

“A lot of the time, sure,” Braghaman replied. “But if you keep attacking the same spot, the other guy is going to expect it and they’re more likely...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-04-25 00:43:00

Training Dummy

Young Banagan looked out the window into the back yard and watched as his father spoke with a dwarf. He couldn’t hear what the adults were talking about, but he could see them gesturing to a thick wooden post that had been driven into the ground near the cats’ enclosure.  After a few more minutes, his father handed the dwarf a coin purse. The two shook hands and dwarf left. Assuming that things were done outside, the young boy went to the back door and stepped through.

“Who was that?” Banny asked as he walked over to his father.

“That was Mr. Stonehammer. He came here to do some work for me.”

“What’s this?” the six year old asked, going over to the post to get a better look at it. The wood had been sanded down, and...

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Commander Braghaman Larethian
Braghaman @braghaman#82
2018-03-31 02:39:00

First Opportunity At Training

Braghaman walked through the center of Darkshire, his war hammer resting on his shoulder and occasionally scraping against the edge of his breastplate. Beside him, Marachius kept pace while his long sword, slung across his back, lightly tapped against his own armor.

“May I ask a question, commander?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you live here?”

“What do you mean?” Braghaman asked in response, glancing at the younger man.

“Well, you could live in Stormwind. Near the Cathedral. Why did you choose to live here?”

“These citizens need help as much as anyone else,” Braghaman answered with a shrug.

Marachius looked at the older paladin for a moment, and then nodded in understanding. Drawing in another breath, he was just...

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