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The influential, the affluent, the powerful and the beautiful, they attract all manner of hangers-on, devotees and sycophants. Yet rarely do they manage their flocks correctly. Shepherd Only Myriam remains of the dozen children who once stepped at my side. Their recent assault upon the reticent denizens of Stormwind served its purpose however, and their loss is of no concern to me. Myriam, though…yes, there is something different about her. An intelligence, a desire to succeed in His name and mine. The girl shows promise of being one of His most devout servants, much like myself. I particularly admire her viciousness. A feeling fills

Every memorable moment in history, every great figure, is heralded in some manner. Even Kings require messengers… Apostles It occurs to me as I continue to traverse the cities and settlements of my liege’s oppressors that complacency is a common disease amongst their denizens. The forces which so recently invaded their capitals, the ziggurats which spawned in plague-like proportions across the skies - these incursions are forgotten as valiant heroes focus on pressing their attack within my lord’s domain. I thought perhaps to remind them that my lord’s reach is in no way restricted to the northern wastes… *** Th

I often considered, in my living years, what it meant to be human. Now, in service to my liege, I consider this once again. Nihilism Hearthglen. Once a bastion of fastidiousness, belief and order, now the final resting place of the old, the weak, the young, the crippled, the foolhardy and the brave. All of them abandoned. Here my brothers and sisters combine their prestigious lineage to overcome the remains of a once proud order. A road paved with best of intentions will crack and disintegrate over time, especially when the mortar which holds the slabs together is the very thing which allows the spread of corruption. I came here with th

A long time ago, an old friend of mine told me that in serving King and Country, I pledged my life and soul to the most noble and worthy of causes. How right he was. Kinship I walk amongst them now, these wretched abominations who would call themselves Death Knights. They bring shame and dishonour to the name. They spit upon their forbearers and they renounce the one true King. They stand alongside my lord’s enemies and would have the gall to strike him down as they have so many of his minions. It disgusts me. Reborn amidst the bloody and tattered remains of the aptly named Scarlet Crusade, my brothers and sisters represent an ever

Langley’s Guide to Northrend - The Thawing Ice The hollow knock at the splintered door came exactly when he had expected it. He had been expecting it for months. The dead man rose calmly from his wicker chair and shuffled towards the doorway, glancing back at the neatly set table, two cups and saucers, a teapot in their midst. Even in death, it was important to maintain an air of civility. His tiny sanctuary rested deep within the forests of Silverpine where few ventured and the dead were welcome, or at least as welcome as they were like to be. His tiny, rundown cottage had once belonged to some reclusive woodsman, he supposed, thoug

Dead Men Don't Tell Tales You who would seek to judge me do so only with the benefit of limited comprehension. You who would seek to condemn my actions as callous and unnecessary do so only by the grace of my devotion to what will be your cause. You, who think to understand my motivations, understand nothing. This is why, in the end, as I slowly raise my head and meet your eyes, so consumed by anger, so wracked with guilt, burning with hate and flinching with fear, I know you will do to me as I have done to you. And this…as everything else has been…is necessary. My name is Heulyn Solomon. And this is my story. *** Lordaeron,

The man I am I write this as an account and accord of the first week of my…new life, as it were. Much remains confusing – the faces of the people I know so well are just a little less distinct, as is my own reflection. Time passes, and has passed, and one impression grows ever clearer to me – that these people, whom I love and who love me in turn, are disappointed, wary and displeased with the man I am become. Gone is the frivolity, the endless capering, the unpredictable and dangerous nature I had once possessed. In its place: stability, coherency and my former sensibilities. My tongue is sharper in truth and my manner more

Unethical Treatment of Demons – 5 of 5 A gleeful look emphasized the smiling features of a deranged demoness as she skipped towards Jillianne, the priestess finding herself alone as Lila bounded off towards the infernal and Aelandra backed away from the slowly advancing felguard. Distracted by the sight of the sheer difference in height between Lila and the massive infernal, the priestess realised too late that the Maiden was already upon her. “Ojdf pwugju. Ju xjmm mppl cfuufs po nd!” smiled the demon, which roughly translated to ‘Nice outfit. It will look better on me!’ This was followed up with an almighty slap,

Unethical Treatment of Demons – 4 of 5 It is said that every dog has its day, and had this been true, the blue person currently lying on the road through Desolace would not have been watching her beloved wolf being introduced to its own entrails by a particularly enthusiastic demoness named Izala. Nor would she have been forced to stare into the merciless eyes of Tony the felguard as his club came thundering down towards her chin, or at the towering form of Scog lumbering up behind him. Yes, every dog might well have its day, but no dog had ever wished it was its day as much as the draenei, lying helpless in the path of a falling mace

Unethical Treatment of Demons – 3 of 5 “What is this stuff, anyway?” inquired Tony, chewing on another mouthful of the odd but tasty morsels. “I believe the humans call it ‘cheese,’” explained Kibble, nibbling on his own slice of creamy delight. To his left, Scog chewed on his preferred treat, the left leg of the human who had, until recently, possessed a lot of top quality dairy product, as well as all his limbs. The scheduled meeting of the SPCD had begun on a lighter note this week, with the discovery of a lone human wandering the road. Tony and Scog had made quick work of butchering the hapless man, w