Story thus far:

First letter: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176542881811/letters-to-the-lost-one-resting-with-her-back-up 

Response: https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176564496655/worthless-worry-the-large-chiseled-bartender-stood 

Second Letter: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176679452996/lost-cause 

On the front line: https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176724784505/starkissed-skies-a-cool-breeze-drifted-across-the 

The day of:https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176787975395/one-last-time 

Her side: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176794888121/come-with-me-a-figure-could-just-be-made-out 

She checks in on him: 

Story in order:

First letter: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176542881811/letters-to-the-lost-one-resting-with-her-back-up 

Response: https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176564496655/worthless-worry-the-large-chiseled-bartender-stood 

Second Letter: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176679452996/lost-cause 

On the front line: https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176724784505/starkissed-skies-a-cool-breeze-drifted-across-the 

The day of:https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176787975395/one-last-time 

Her side: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176794888121/come-with-me-a-figure-could-just-be-made-out 

She checks in on him: 

The bed pressed up against the wall opposite a pair of windows, cracked slightly to allow the cool air in, atop it were numerous pillows and a thick dark comforter. A large plush chair and guitar paired neatly in the opposing corner. The desk once more covered in papers stood resolute next to a small bookcase, a pair of tavern tabards folded neatly atop it, the top one much smaller than the one beneath it. A pile of clothing of differing styles lay at the foot of the matress, who occupants lay dozing peacefully.

Slowly, pale blue orbs opened and blinked bleerily around the room, his gaze lingering on the beds other inhabitant, lying almost face down beside him. Her deep crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, her arms tucked beneath...

“You did what?” Clair gave her sister a dumbfounded look.

Kyalith shrugged, “What? It was just a note.”

“Sis you can’t go around leaving notes for your friends from a “mysterious man”. It’s just creepy, and wrong.” Clair replied, air quoting and shaking her head. “Why did you do such a thing?”

“She’ll tell Marc and that will light a fire under him. He just doesn’t realize that they’re meant for each other. He just needs a nudge.” Kya explained. “No harm will come of it. I promise.”

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Regynn had read the note several times, her mind reeling at the idea that there was a man in Boralus who had seen her...

Marachius had gone to the market to grab a few snacks. He knew that it could be useful to have a few things like dried fruits or nuts tucked away in his medical bag. Finding some of what he was looking for, the paladin was heading back to his station when something caught his eye.

Further down the road, coming out of one of the shops was Regynn. He started to call for her but quickly realized the futility of that given all of the cart traffic and people walking around the harbor city. He had just started to raise his hand and walk towards her when he Marc saw a man wearing an apron step out of the shop. Reggy turned and spoke with him for a moment before turning and heading down the street, away from the paladin.

“Is that him?”...

Braghaman walked into his house, shutting the door securely behind him, and set his mace down on the floor just to the side. He held in his hands several envelopes that had collected during the family’s most recent trip to the lake, mail that thankfully had been gathered in the tavern in town while they were gone. Bragh stopped just inside and looked around. 

From the sounds of things, the kids were upstairs in their rooms unpacking their bags. Not seeing Niviene around, he assumed she was likewise emptying their bag in the bedroom. With a shrug, the paladin moved over to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Putting the mail down, he began to sort through it and see if anything important had come. There were a couple of letters...

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...

Standing just over seven feet in height, the Kaldorei made his Captain look like a child. They were certainly an interesting pair on the officer's deck of The Mistrunner II. "Mind the keel, eh," Captain Lynx spoke above the steady winds towards the helmsman, eyes not wavering from the rocks jutting out of the waters in the distance. Her First closely monitored beside the binnacle, a ever watchful eye of their new crew working alongside their more familiar crew.

They made good time from Boralus to Rustberg. Lynx Dilancri knew these waters and these winds well enough to plan a favorable route while still testing the efficiency of her crew. After they passed through the rougher seas, the captain stepped to the helm. "She'll warm up to...

“Ainsley!”

Marachius had been sitting outside on a bench when he heard his name called. Looking up, he saw a commander walking towards him with several troops in his wake. Marc immediately jumped to his feet and stood at attention. As the commander stepped up to him, Marachius snapped his arm up in a salute, which the commander returned. The men behind the commander watched quietly, some nodding slightly, while others showed no notice.

“Men,” the commander said, glancing over his shoulder at the five men behind him. “This is your new medic. Get him squared away with a bunk and explain the mission to him. You all go out first thing in the morning. Ainsley, pay attention to what they say. They’ve been here since the first...

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A redhead stood there and watched as Colette threatened a woman's brother, she thought of the Colette of the past, the girl who she fell in love with who buried her nose in books to hide when she looked at her.

The Colette who asked strangers if they were hungry, who suffered through her predicament with a smile.

Chelsea reached out to touch her lover but her hand just went through her and the spirit sighed.

"You're racing to a terrible end my love."

"This is it. This has got to be it. The little porch at the entrance is perfect. I can already see the front hallway with the coat hangers and boot mat. I can heat up drinks on the fire in the nook with just enough space for a table. Oh! Or a hammock! That could be cute. And this second room will fit a full size mirror and a wood dance floor - I can use the step up as a sort of practice stage! Upstairs will suit me just fine with cozy bedroom and the long hall for my instruments and surfboards and clothing chest and this little side place will be perfect for candle carving and  ... gosh I love it!"

"This is the one. No need to keep looking at vacancies," Kav grinned to Vynix, gloved finger-tips tapping her cheeks to keep them warm....

Marc watched as Reggy headed off after their conversation. It’d been weeks since they’d seen each other; she’d been sent to the front while he was continuing his training at an accelerated pace in Stormwind. But they managed to end up in the same place again and in some ways he felt it was just like it always had been.

And in some ways it was different, he thought to himself.

He was still a bit surprised that she was wearing a dress, even though she’d told him about this change in her letters. Marc had assumed she was telling the truth, but it was still a noticeable change.  Once Reggy was out of sight, he let out a slow breath and glanced around the area.

“Not unusual for her to be serious,” he said to himself quietly....

The pounding of fists against ground was far less satisfying than it would be against his skin, the rain pouring down, splashing against the dirt and what bare flesh peeked around leather upon her frame. Crimson locks hung heavily toward the soil as she fruitlessly beat the wet surface, her masked face a barrier to the world. Hands a knees, a position ill suited for the demon hunter, whose usually strict and proud stance now crumpled beneath her in the mess of rainwashed terrain.

Face the skies, worthless monster. Her memories echoed through her head and she obeyed, turning the open maw of her mask to the heavens, a place she knew she would never grace.

"What the fuck do you want from me!?" her voice echoed within her cover but rang...

“No chance that I can get you back to the city is there? You’re intent on living out here in the wilderness.”

Braghaman looked at Lord Shadowbreaker and his eyes contracted slightly.

“Wilderness! We have a fountain here, I’ll have you know.” Bragh smirked as he lifted his mug and took a drink.

“That you do, Larethian. That you do,” Shadowbreaker said with a chuckled.

“Did you get over to see the academy?”

“Sure did. Nice barracks you’ve got set up over there now.”

“We’re happy with it. But we just call it a dorm, not a barracks. Don’t want to give people ideas that a new fort is being built out here. Some people would take that as a sign that we’re the next target for the horde.”

“Fair...

It had been months since the blonde paladin has stepped foot in Tol Barad. The crisp fall air tugged at the loose strands of her hair as she and Forsetti made their way towards the village. 

The familiar tavern came into view as the pair rounded the corner, despite her usual feeling of home from this place Olathia couldn't help but linger on the apprehension in the pit of her stomach. Would they even recognize her? Jade eyes peered down at her new attire and a hand rested on the hilt of her new sword. Everything had changed, not just because of the war at hand, nor her still mending heart, everything seemed....odd.

Forsetti shook his mane and craned his neck to glance back at his companion upon his great back, the Captain peered ahead...

“Ainsley! Front and center!”

Marachius looked up from the arm he had been bandaging. A young man had run across some wild animals out in the forest and ended up deeply scratched up as a result. Tucking in the edge of the bandage, the paladin laid the arm back down on the table and smiled at the young man, saying “I’ll be right back.”

Jumping up from his stool, the paladin jogged in between the cots and tables of the healing ward and made his way to the main doorway where two senior paladins were standing. Coming to a stop, Marachius immediately stood up straight and threw his arm up in a salute. After a moment, the other paladins made their own salute, allowing Marachius the lower his arm and stand at attention.

“How’s...

A quiet chapel was holding a confessionary period.

Colette entered the confession booth and listened the priestess give off the usual spiel. When it was her turn to talk she spoke soft "Forgive me sister, for I have sinned. I seek forgiveness." 

The priestess spoke then equally soft, full of sympathy "What did you do my daughter?"

"I killed...you."

That moment the witch broke through the screen with a felfire covered hand to reach into the woman's chest and pull out her heart...and crush it to dust.

All the guards could get out of the one other priest in the chapel was that they heard laughter ring out through the chapel before the witch disappeared. 

Regynn tapped the pen against her chin, her gray eyes closed as she went over the last few days and how she would tell her friend in a way that he wouldn't laugh. After a moment she growled under her breath, admitting that such a way did not exist. Resigned, she put ink to paper for another letter home.

Marc,

I had my first duty assignment and it seems folks here don't listen any better than they do there. I know my papers told them I'm not a healer. I've seen those very words myself. But of course they didn't listen, all they saw was priest and off they went. 

I was sent to a place that had recently been attacked and there were lots of wounded. I told them I didn't heal but they piled a stack of bandages in my arms with a look of...

The sky had already begun to pale from inky violet to fading lavender as she charged down the path and into the family gardens. On another night, Ghislaine might have stopped again to consider how it might look beyond the swathe of arcane shielding that held the last of the world in its care. But not this night.

This night, her as-yet-budding frame railed against a blooming vine, caught on the gossamer filaments woven into her hair as she rushed past. She spun about, swatting at the tendrils with an embittered cry, until at last the silk-lined satchel she carried was pitched unceremoniously at a nearby statue- an alabaster priestess poised in prayer, peace on her parted lips with her arms open wide.

Schoolbooks, strewn about the...

How long had he been walking? It was hard to recall. The Illidari had started his death march after he heard of the defeat of the legion. After all what purpose did he have now? 

It might of been a tad dramatic to decide to wander fighting monsters until something or someone ended him.

He was on a forest path this time when someone tried to speak with him, it was a child. Geth could remember having a fondness for them but as the little girl peppered him with questions, he had trouble remembering why.

"Why do you have horns?" Geth growled "To fight monsters."

"Why do you have fangs?" Geth responded the same "To fight monsters."

The little human girl was quiet until they both heard someone screaming for her, it was a man Geth turned...

The three of them stood in the kitchen, Kyalith, her hands elbow deep in hot, sudsy water, washed the dinner dishes while Regynn took the clean ones from her and rinsed them, then handed them to Clair for drying.

“I think it’s romantic. It’s like me and my husband, we knew each other from school. From the moment I looked at him I knew he was the one.” Kya said as she handed a platter to Regynn.

Regynn took the dish, sighing in exasperation, “I’ve told you a million times, Marc isn’t my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

“You have to forgive my sister.” Clair said, taking the platter and swiping a towel across it’s wet surface then putting the still damp dish on the shelf. “She sees the world through rose...

Colette did not know who the man was just that was easy to seduce. Given his way of speaking over her and grabbing things from her hands she didn't feel that bad about giving him to Kalafi (her demon owner.)

It was different this time however, as the man laid before her, chained to her bed; Kalafi refused to eat his soul. "I want -you- to dear heart." 

The witch looked confused so Kalafi placed a hand on her chest, right over her heart "You must feel it, every passing day you use fel magic, a little more of your humanity dies. Take his." A waving gesture over the now awake and struggling man.

Colette waited for her conscience to speak to her, warn her of such a horrid act but...it never came all that did was memories; of anger at...

Into the pool she went once more -- into that darkness, that comforting embrace of Thalassa. While normally meetings with the Mother of the Seas were easy, soothing and gentle to the soul, today Toirasa felt the meeting was...different. Even Thalassa was agitated by the goings on -- and it showed in the feeling of the water around her. As her feet met a semblance of solid ground, the entire realm of the sea seemed to reverberate with tension.

My child. The goddess was there at once, perched on her throne of the tides. Today she could not hold a shape -- ever-changing, shifting through forms like the waves of the sea. Anxiety echoed through the halls. Toirasa had never seen the Mother in such a state -- it was slightly terrifying, to...

It was a bird that she could be sure, it had a broken wing and died on her cabin's windowsill. The giggles of little snot nosed children could be heard. It was easy for her track them, the trees saw all and through them so did she. 

When she found them, they were playing with another bird corpse, one was clearly the ringleader, egging the others on. As she approached the ringleader, a kid no older than twelve, clad in expensive clothing chattered on to the others "Oh look fellas, it's the woods harlot." All the while throwing insults the kid was tossing a large stick from hand to hand.

"You cherish your strength, your size." A statement not a question, the boy tilted his head at Colette as if he wasn't expecting her to see the...

I want to thank you for--

She scribbles the line out, crumbles the paper within her hands, and tosses it to the floor. There are dozens of pieces like this, discarded to the wood boards beneath her feet. Some are long winded and beautifully poetic. Most are short and direct. None of them are what Kav wants to give to the friends she made while working with the burlesque group.

The elf groans and rolls her eyes as she plants her elbows on the table and presses her cheeks into the upright palms of her hands. Her thoughts swirl around her mind, yet the paper before her is blank. There she sits, dwelling on the things she wants to say to her coworkers, for hours. Only as the loud birdsong begins at the sight of the first rays of sunshine...