Oblivious

The man I see, his eyes so dim
Is only but a shadow
Of who he was
Back then

To Light’s Hammer

Naerityah sat in the downstairs common area of the Filthy Animal in Dalaran, waiting. The inn was abuzz with speculation. Furtive glances and harsh whispers were passed around, the patrons hardly picking at the bounty spread on the table.

Tirion Fordring had arrived hours before and was still sequestered upstairs with Arioch.

The skies over the floating city were deepening into shades of violet when Fordring descended the stairs. The inn was silent by the time he reached the bottom step. No one said a word as the paladin crossed the room, nodded to Uda, the innkeeper, and left.

Suffer Well

Tirmanel arrived in Dalaran broken and bleeding. His run in with Inítrí had left him somewhat confused, more so than before. He decided that these questions could wait, as he had more pressing matters to attend. He went to First to Aid to get patched up and then to Eventide Bank to grab his stronger armor from his bank. He had a meeting with Tatia later on in the day, and knew that she wanted him to lead their force into Icecrown Citadel.

Mounting his Fiery Warhorse, he went through the portal to Darnassus. The cold of the nether wrapped around him, making his head spin and eyes fill with a rainbow of colors. Seconds later, he touched ground inside the Temple of the Moon. Traveling onward, he continued to take the portal to Rut’theran so that he could travel to Darkshore by hippogryph and make his way to Ashenvale in Astranaar, where Tatia awaited him.

No Peace – Alternate Ending

The following is brief excerpt of and an alternate ending for the piece No Peace. It was written with no intent of following storyline, but rather as a response to an off-handed comment one of the authors of this site made on a blog.

Before Tirmanel could react, Inítrí grabbed Tirmanel’s ponytail, arching Tirmanel’s head back. His left arm slipped under Tirmanel’s shoulder and lifted him to his feet.

Tirmanel’s breath was caught in his throat. Inítrí’s bare chest pressed against his back, cold like granite as the essence of frost was in Inítrí’s veins. Tirmanel could feel a trickle of blood sliding down his own chest where Inítrí had dug in with his nails.

“We are always alone.”

Tirmanel struggled against Inítrí’s grasp, but the paler death knight seemed stronger than the last time they had sparred. All his attempts to free himself did were to deepen the scratches across his chest.

Searching for the Past – Alternate Ending

The following is brief excerpt of and an alternate ending for the piece Searching for the Past. This ending would have brought the story to an early end so was passed over in favor of the actions that propelled the story forward.

Her sadness only lasted what seemed like seconds. The next thing she knew, Tirmanel had slammed her against the wall and drew his axe to her throat.

“LIES!!! I can believe who I once was… but being married to you!!! I can only believe so much.” Tirmanel hissed.

Their eyes met at this range. The stares each had were like that of two sides of a coin. Naerityah looked at him with fear and love, searching his soul for who he once was. Tirmanel glared at her, looking at her with nothing but hatred, but still searching for the truth in her words.

Naerityah closed her eyes, knowing her fate was near. After several minutes, she opened them. Tirmanel was no longer at her neck. Instead, he was on the floor, holding his head, as if writhing in pain. She wanted to go to him, but feared a similar incident would occur. After several minutes, he spoke.

Nature’s Power

The moon was full and lit the glade where Tatia bathed in the small pool.

A crackling sound and a flash of blue light alerted her to the arrival of her lover. She stood and turned to face him, water sheeting off her body. The summer breeze quickly dried her off.

Arioch stood still as she sauntered towards him, letting down her hair to tumble about her shoulders.

He raised an eyebrow in appreciation of her lithe figure as she approached. He paused before moving to embrace her, there was something different about her tonight, an air of assertiveness.

Arcane Touch

Arioch slipped the straps of Tatia’s gown over her shoulders, easing the sheer fabric over the swell of her breasts and again over the fullness of her hips, letting the garment fall to the forest floor.

She reached out to help relieve him of his clothing but found he had already disrobed through magical means. He winked at her and she giggled; she was becoming more at ease with his rather casual demonstrations of his abilities.

His arms slid around her, lowering her to the ground.

Death Awaits

The words hit Tirmanel’s ear like a shard of ice. Even for a soul that could feel no pain, Tirmanel was nearly stung. “We are always alone” echoed in his ears, taunting… torturing him.

“Maybe you are, youngling, but I know who I once was,” Tirmanel said indignantly.

“Knowing who you once were means nothing. I am sure it helped in your meeting with your old friend, the priest,” Inítrí growled, still clenching Tirmanel’s ponytail.

No Peace

Tirmanel’s skin crawled as the death gate collapsed behind him. It always felt like something tried clinging to him as he passed through, damned souls trying to gain passage back to the world of the living.

With the war in full swing in Northrend, the necropolis hanging in the skies over the Plaguelands was deserted. Faintly, he could make out the sounds of shambling corpses on the upper level tending to the rune forges. The only beating heart in the entirety of the structure was Tirmanel’s own.

Searching for the Past

The Ghostlands were as gloomy as ever. The smell of rotting flesh emanating from the Dead Scar made most hold their noses. The chill of the air here made even Northrend folk wear their coats. None of this bothered Tirmanel. Even if his senses weren’t dead, it still wouldn’t. Tirmanel was on a mission. He wanted, no, needed to recover who he once was. He knew he was once a Night Elf Druid. He knew he was old, possibly even from the time of Malfurion Stormrage. He needed to know more. He had received a tip from an old friend in Darnassus, Tatia, that he may find out more from a priest named Naerityah.