Dreams are Real

Tatia awoke with a start. The events of the day before had tested even her strength. Seeing Naerityah in her current state, drained and distraught, made her think of how she would feel if she lost Arioch. Looking over at his outstretched body, his muscles tensed as if he were having a nightmare and she pushed the thoughts away. She laid her head back on the pillow and was instantly asleep. What she saw next felt nothing like a dream at all.

Alexstrasza appeared to her in a dream. She was in her dragon form, but Tatia recognized her immediately.

Lost and Found

Selwyn strode through the Filthy Animal and took the stairs to Arioch’s office, knocking loudly on the door.

He listened intently for the usual feminine giggle and the sounds of a portal opening to whisk away the object of Arioch’s current interest.

However this time, he heard only the sound of staggering footsteps before the door was wrenched open before him.

Arioch leaned heavily on the door frame, his eyes dim and blurry, a few seconds passed before a look of recognition washed across his face, “Oh. It’s you. I don’t suppose if I close the door you’ll just go away?”

Selwyn pushed his way into the room, “No, I will not ‘just go away,’ I need to speak to you.” He looked about the office and noted it was in an unusual state of disarray.

Is Death Truly Eternal?

Tatia and Arioch advanced their forces deeper into the reaches of Icecrown Citadel, leaving the safety of Light’s Hammer. They searched the Citadel for hours. Suddenly, chaos erupted. Sparks, skulls laced in shadow and fists made of unholy frost were flying past Arioch’s and Tatia’s ears. As they turned to look, they saw Inítrí and Tirmanel in an intense battle.

Tirmanel and Inítrí were nose to nose as their weapons interlocked, sparks flying everywhere. With a powerful thrust of his upper body, Tirmanel sent Inítrí flying backwards, causing him to land on one of the many spikes guarding Light’s Hammer, impaling his left leg at the thigh.