Tag: Shadow Council RP x 19

"It started when I was a child. One of my brothers dared me to walk along the banister of the third floor landing, I did and then I fell. I died. Obviously the priests were able to bring me back but my legs were in pretty bad shape.” Tesclina shrugged her shoulders, “Father sent me away to a sanitarium where I was taught to walk again.” she narrowed her eyes, “It was there that they started, the voices.”

Tes turned away from her audience to pace across the rough floor, “I tried telling the doctors but that was a bad idea, they all thought i was crazy. I told father. I thought he would make the voices go away. That’s what daddies do after all, take care of their little girls.” she gave a self deprecating smirk, “Not my...

Niviene glared at the woman sitting across from her, the woman looked back with an air of obstinance, her blue eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed. The priestess looked closely at the woman’s features, trying to trace the furrows of grief and pain in her eyes and the lines of her face.

She wondered if anyone who looked at her might read the trials her own life had taken. Could they see that she’d been married twice before, both men leaving her for something they considered better? Could they see that she was a mother though she’d never given birth? Could they see the shadows that lurked beneath the surface, always ready to seep through her consciousness, to shrine through the blue of her eyes, making them gray pools of madness?

If...

“On the right!”

The group of paladins shifted their attention at Braghaman’s call. Angling shields and weapons, they turned as a unit to face a new batch of demons that came running at the clearing. The demons were once more storming the beach head at Hope’s Landing, making one last attempt to overtake the forces there. The demons pushed against the shields, trying to get past, but the young paladins held true.

“Hold the line!” Braghaman yelled. “Hold them!”

Working together, the paladins held the demons at bay, separating one or two out at a time for the rest of the troops to dispatch. After several long minutes, they continued to thin through the group of beasts until finally they had all been slain without any...

Purplish muck oozed up into the crevices of his hooves.  Each step brought the scent of water, mold, and rot to his nose.  Easily he found purchase with his cloven feet, and balanced himself carefully with his tail as he climbed the hillside.  Stopping to turn; he took in the view of the Zangarmarsh.  Blue and purple mushrooms, many with some sort of colorful phosphorescence, rose overhead and as far as the eye could see.   Their glows reflected in the murky blue shallow lakes and coulees.  A faint warm mist fell from the ever grey sky, causing his cloak to cling damply to his armor.

It reminded him of his childhood, what little joys he had found, while exploring the edge of the marsh near Shattrath.  The stories of elders about...