Not Just Paladins Can Be Crusaders Elren heaved a heavy sigh as she sat down, hissing slightly as she took notice that she was injured. She undid the buckles of her breastplate and tossed it at her feet, leaving her torso covered with a simple linen shirt, now bloodstained. As she gathered up the cloth to examine the wound, she sensed movement coming up from behind her. With a quick gaze she saw a young male Blood elf wearing ornate plate armor, marking him as a Paladin.Not Just Paladins Can Be Crusaders by The-Serene-Mage
"Do you need assisstance?" he asked.
Elren scoffed and looked at him, "I can take care of myself," she answered as she began digging through her knapsack. 'He must be new to the Crusade, he looks as if he can't even lift a sword...' she thought to herself as she continued to search her knapsack.
"You're bleeding," the Blood elf stated.
Elren paused her search and looked at the paladin with an unimpressed look on her face,
Finding HestiaFinding Hestia by The-Serene-Mage
Elren coughed out of habit as she worked her way through the dusty halls of an ancient Titan vault. She was the adventurous type, so when she found a small overgrown tunnel in the circle of mountains that once kept the sacred Vale of Eternal Blossoms safe, she had to explore. The artifacts she came across didn't pique her interest, she was no treasure hunter, all she wanted was to stave off boredom. besides a few mercenary jobs and perhaps a few trips in search of minerals, there was nothing really left to do in Pandaria. She had her farm all ready for harvest in a few weeks, and the Shado-Pan and the Golden Lotus didn't require her aid, so that left her to do whatever she desired.
She pushed through a thick wall of cobwebs and into what seemed to be a workshop. All sorts of abandoned workbenches with tools scattered about, some she knew from working alongside some engineers and fellow blacksmiths, others baffled her for what they could have been used for. By
The Final LetterThe Final Letter by The-Serene-Mage
It has been a long life. I have spent a good seventy-five years upon Azeroth, a good fifty with my Nóiméad. But I must go to the barrow Dens in Moonglade to enter the Emerald Dream… it calls to me, that is how I know it is my time, my time upon Azeroth reaching it’s close. I know Nóiméad won’t be too happy with me leaving Azeroth behind to walk the Dream, but it is where all Druids go at the end of their life, they must give up all of their earthy possessions to be able to enter the Dream. Nóiméad has many years left on Azeroth due to him being a bronze dragon. I write this now to say goodbye, for tomorrow I leave for Moonglade to begin my journey to the Emerald Dream.
Nóiméad, you must live on with your life, I am but a mortal woman who has reached the end of her life. We shared many prosperous moments together, sharing our love and laughter. But I have lived a good life, and that is because of you. If I wasn
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