The Mystery of Mr.Wryne (WoW)Who was Mr. Jackson Wryne? All you could see on the outside was an anxious entrepreneur in the city of Gilneas.. After the curse. His strange actions and constant growling and sniffing led to seeing visions of an upright feral creature wandering the streets of Gilneas deep in the night, with him waking up to find that his clothes had been shredded. Claims around the street that there had been murders led to more people being seen with deep claw marks down their backs.The Mystery of Mr.Wryne (WoW) by FelineRecluse
With much concern of the Gilnean people, and more of these feral nightmares wandering around the streets at night. People who claimed to wake up in places other than their bed with their clothing shredded were taken into question.
They were finally confirmed as the 'damned.'
Of these people, Mr. Wryne was the first that was confirmed as a member of the damned.
Every full moon, ordered by Lord Godfrey, would be locked in a cellar, 'The cellar of the damned.' With them in shackles, and Mr.Wryne himself in a cage. But,
Gift to RememberValéria stared with wide-eyed excitement at the assortment of shiny, sparkling things on the smooth, polished stone surface of one of the work tables in the large study. There were things that glowed, things that glittered, things that were so pretty she could barely stop herself from reaching out and touching them! But she couldn't touch them, no, no, no. That would get her in trouble, and she really didn't want to get in trouble and be left out of what the arcanist was planning.Gift to Remember by AranyaVerSarn
"It looks like everything's here," murmured Aranya, surveying the materials that were laid out on the table. She lightly ran her fingertips over some bottles of shimmering dust, some pieces of parchment, a small assortment of runed objects, and even a few flowers and bits of cloth. She turned to her right to look down at the little elf-girl with a smile. "Are you ready?"
Valéria nodded enthusiastically, beaming.
Aranya picked up a single firebloom from where it lay
A Warrior's LamentA Warriors LamentA Warrior's Lament by Zandar13
Azeroth, home to all, death to some, glory for others.
Its lands bear fruit to us all, a place where our ancestors gave birth to its future, our past and present.
A land of snow and sand, forest and lava, man and beast, demons and spirits, of good and evil.
This is my home, my birth, my present and future, and one day my tomb.
Lands full of magic and steel, full of history, blood, and timeless battles of ages past and future.
Many forms of warriors scour the land, some seeking heroism, others searching of dark secrets.
Whether they find the heroes call or villainous temptation matters not to me for I am alone.
My name is Rinth'zal, a champion of Durotar and slayer of alliance scum.
I have faced the forces of Stormwind and stormed the castle of Illidan upon the Outlands.
By my sword I besieged the frozen norths of Northerend and helped end the wraith of the Lich King.
Using my strength I allied with the great Shaman Thrall and ended the cataclysm and Dreadwing.
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