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Lyn’s cigarette burned low in her free hand while she scrawled names in her notebook. Amely Fiske, misguided, poor, unfortunate Amely Fiske. She’d missed her children, that was all. It was a common theme among the Humans who were caught up in the chaos of the Second War. It was a common theme among anyone in Azeroth, that the path a life followed would be irrevocably changed or influenced by their family.

Roussel Fiske, Sr.
Amely Fiske
Daphne Fiske
Caspar Fiske
Aldren Fiske
Roussel Fiske, Jr.

In death, their names were all that remained among the living. Amely certainly hadn’t been remembered among the dead.

Lyn’s first trip into the Shadowlands to visit where the plane of the dead overlapped with Haven had been entirely...

Wooden floorboards warped and creaked under her feet as she moved through the ruined building. It was as holy a space now as it had been when first built, though she was sure “holy” wasn’t the intention of it. There were no prayer nooks, no altars or shrines — but it was, all the same. Each of the now ruined planks that made up the floor had been laid and secured by someone with hopes and dreams of a better, safe life. Hearth stones had been stacked and a chimney made to keep the past occupants warm, dry, and fed. People had lived here, maybe loved here, and this place had become a memorial to the time they had put in to protect themselves from nature.

The people, however, had long been gone; whether through diaspora or violent...