I never understood how anyone could enjoy the quiet. I struggled to sleep for most of my life when I couldn’t hear servants walking up and down the halls or the murmurings of late night chats in nearby rooms. If anything, noticing how silent things were always made me tense, as if I was all alone on Azeroth. Obviously I grew up. And those silly notions were put far behind me. But that uncomfortable feeling when things were still never quite left me. It’s why I always favored port towns and major cities to quiet country cottages. And why, I never guessed why Ilyssae would have me happy to sit near her and just read. I glanced at her as I thought about it and asked myself, What is so different about you? Was it the way she cupped her cheek against a palm at certain passages. Or perhaps the way she turned the pages with a gentle pinch at the corners. Or maybe it was the simple way her brow rose when something the writer wrote surprised her. I didn’t know. But, I couldn’t help but
Main protagonists & antagonists of Warcraft 1-3, some informations come from Wowpedia, and some informations I added with my imagination: 1. Warcraft: Orcs & Humans (1993) a) Main Protagonists: i) Human Campaign: Defender of the Crown (Roderyk Sutton [my fan fiction] or Karos [my another idea]) ii) Orc Campaign: Orgrim Doomhammer b) Antagonists: i) the Human Campaign: - Main Antagonist: Magus Medivh - Secondary Antagonist: Tor'Morrow (my fan fiction) - Supporting Antagonist: Turok ii) the Orc Campaign: - Main Antagonist: Gul'dan - Secondary Antagonist: Blackhand the Destroyer - Supporting Antagonists: Turok & Grizelda Blackhand 2. Warcraft II: Tides of Darkness (1995) a) Main Protagonists: i) the Alliance: Milan of the Elven House of Scribes ii) the Horde: Utok Scratcher b) Antagonists: i) the Alliance: - Main Antagonist: Orgrim Doomhammer - Secondary Antagonist: Aiden
The overwhelming aroma of freshly baked pastries hit Samara as she pushed open the door. She was greeted by bright colors splashed across every wall in evenly spaced lines and swirls and an upraised finger waggle from a dwarven woman behind the counter. “Greetings,” the dwarf said in a high-pitched tone, “Come on in and warm yaself up!” Samara smiled at the woman and brushed a few flakes from her shoulders. She then wandered past the threshold in a comfortable daze, while the warmth from the crackling fireplace brushed her from head to toe. And before she knew it, she had already removed her coat and hung it on a hook by the door. “What can I get fer ya?”, the dwarf said. “Oh I’m here to meet someone,” Samara said as she tucked her gloves into her coat’s left pocket. “Aye, Hildy,” said a familiar voice from her left, “She’s here to speak with me.” Samara's lips curled into a wide smile as she spun on her heels. Her gaze flitted and bounced across the room until
It had been a quiet evening in Eldre'Thalas. The moon hung in its full splendor casting its vigilant light upon the ancient Highborne city. Birds slept in nests that overlooked grasslands that teemed with small mice and hares that retreated from the hungry eyes of predators. And leaves dripped with lazy drops of dew from a rainfall that had passed hours before. The perfect evening for quiet study and reflection. Or so Azaela thought. The highborne elf made her way down the cool stone corridors of the city's eastern wing. A comfortable robe hung close to her lithe figure with the hem narrowly brushing the lonely stone blocks. One hand reached out to tap on the gigantic stone pillars which reached toward the heavens. While the other kept a bundle of dried vellum scrolls, a vial of plant extract, and several small pouches of freshly cut herbs and spices close to her chest Her lips were a thin line across her forever-youthful features, while her eyes shined with the