62. Unliving Hope
The city of Dalaran, the heart of the magocracy that bore its name, had been the capital of magic and a center of arcane research and development for over two thousand seven hundred years.
A...
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61. Coldender
Nothing would be able to describe the smell as I plunged into Tartek's gaping wound, the small and big intestines breaking to the unholy horror inside.
Barks and bones covered my head in its...
The Wild symbol (or my idea of it)
So those are the 'designs.' It's AI, but those are more draft than anything for now. Choose which you prefer.
2025-05-24 16:04:09 +0000 UTC View Post60. Diving into Problems
It had been half an hour since my first contact with Charlga Razorflank. And during that time, I got to know her beyond what my fellow Representative Magatha told me.
The Elder Crone had giv...
59. Art of Diplomacy
I thought for a long second about how to answer Rexxar. It was for me to do it as a member of the Wild Council.
I couldn't say whatever I wanted without impacting the livelihood of millions...
58. To the Razorfen!
'Heat, how only Ursol knows how much I despise you…' With half-closed eyes, I glared at the rising sun, my leathery wings beating against the dry, arid air.
"Wishing death on the sun won'...
57. The Wild Council
The Wild.
This was an organization born from the alliance of the kaldorei, furbolgs, taurens, and kobolds. It has evolved for the better in the short time since its founding.
Mortal m...
56. Rekindling from Strife
Blood dripped from my teeth and tongue as I breathed hard on the headless corpse of Fandral Staghelm, still pinned to the World Tree.
The head was long gone and resting in my stomach to be c...
55. Fall of Hubris
Tonight, actions were orchestrated with a complete understanding of the myriad possible results. Time had not been wasted planning; Fandral had made sure of it.
Tyrande Whisperwind's late ar...
54. Reality Check
Greenpaw Village was a quaint and picturesque place, the green canopy above letting the sun's soft rays filter through.
Flowers of all shapes and colors grew upon the houses, living plants s...
53. Sacrifice to Duty
My claws tapped the brilliant stolon, and a grimace formed on my blood-drenched muzzle.
I had felt it when my mind shortly connected to Undrassil; the nature of the drainage was simple. Unma...
52. Poked the Bear
Undrassil, the Crown of the Under, a World Tree that should have never existed, was a heresy against nature, birthed from the feral mind of a marginally intelligent furbolg.
It was a thing s...
51. Threat to the World Tree
Regrowing a body of Ursoc's proportions from an apple-sized patch of tissue evidently took a long time.
Well, long wasn't the correct term. It wasn't instantaneous. It wouldn't take months o...
Ohto new appearance
That's what I theorize a jalgar (the furbolg ancestors) to look like. It's not something you want to mess with.
2025-04-19 15:49:55 +0000 UTC View Post50. Unbearable Wait
The crisp air of Grizzly Hills entered my nose as I walked out of the Dream Portal. My knuckles crushed the soft green mosses, as my back paw pads did much the same.
The sight of the taiga, ...
49. Inevitability of Conflict
Neatly folding the letter after thoroughly studying its content, Jaina Proudmoore's icy blue eyes were fixed on the one who had brought it to her.
Rexxar, a strange orc of light brown skin a...
48. A Captain Never Abandon the Ship
"Filthy beasts, still parading as civilized…" Daelin Proudmoore, Grand Admiral of the Admiralty of Kul Tiras, spat as he walked down the vessel's gangway that had transported him from his fla...
47. Building a Home
Durotar was a harsh land.
It was inhabited by countless dangers, from its dry and hot climate to its unwelcoming landscape, ferocious predators, and hostile races such as the quilboars, harp...
46. Consequences of Pressure
"Follow the flow motions, and you will see…" Chen explained in a very good Ursine as he guided my siblings, Softjaw, and a dozen others with even kobolds through the hypnotic dance-like motion of...
2025-04-05 15:24:35 +0000 UTC View Post45. Politic, Oh Politic
Within the cool confines of a large tent of high-quality leather, wood, and metal, Magatha scrutinized the male tauren with a broken left horn opposite him.
He was not of the Grimtotem trib...
44. Wanderer and Healer
I blinked, and my claws were effortlessly yanked out of the stone I had been pummeling. Chen only raised an eyebrow at that; he was as unruffled as it was physically possible.
"Ohto of the G...
43. Wild Chase
My claws shifted, and Vandel's strike was reflected, his daggers making sparks on impact as his momentum was broken, and he jumped back.
It was barely enough to dodge my following slap, but...
42. Bear Society
I spoke to Malfurion, and I hoped my ideas germinated in his mind, even just a little so that he would act.
Otherwise, it would have been a waste of time beyond mildly defrosting him to the...
41. Debate of Life and Nature
Ohto of the Greenweald.
He was a young furbolg with extraordinary capabilities and a distinctive demeanor, who had recently taken a substantial portion of Malfurion's mind.
It was no ...
40. Vernal Awakening
It had taken me only five days to get back to full health—a record of slowness for me.
The first two days were spent traveling down to Hollowmaw, making the actual recovery even shorter. I...
39. End of Eternity
I flew low to the ground, weaving between structures and plants already present or that Groot was raising. Walls of thorns were grown, and seeds rained down to grow a trail of twisted trees in my w...
2025-03-11 15:50:00 +0000 UTC View Post38. Eternal March
"My eyes… they burn." I heard Jaina's pained voice to my right, and I was in a similar situation, so I healed her after me.
The damages were small; five minutes would have done the trick ...
37. Eternity Unveil
I weaved through the rain of projectiles, my leathery wings taking minimal damage from their size was angering all the same.
I hissed from the sharp pain but kept on, my eyes and ears wide ...
36. The Last Step
The 'Great Alliance' was formed, and to put it mildly, it was equally tense and shaky as it had been before, even if now the night elves didn't lead anymore.
Shandris hadn't been a tyra...
35. Joint Front
Life mana coursing through my bladed claw, I clutched the lich's unnaturally sharp-horned skull and unmade it with a snarl. Its screech was blood-curdling and grating as the magic holding it togeth...
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