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Varok Saurfang woke up. The silence of his quarters was undisturbed but for his breathing. His cheeks were wet again, he noticed. Dreams. Such useless things. He did not have the sleep of the blessed, with visions that spoke of the future and offered truths about the past. Just as well. Such visions would have …Read More
Impassioned voices rose and fell in the confined space. Hamuul, though normally reserved and quiet, was beginning to raise his voice in response to the obstinate and brash young orc before him. Garrosh’s management of the Horde left much to be desired in the eyes of the tauren, and Hamuul still could not believe that …Read More
Tarlo Mondan had been at the Pandaren campaign from the first call for volunteers, and he’d been in plenty more battles before that. Orcs, moldering undead, twisted horn-heads that wore human skulls—he’d fought them all and lived. What’d he gotten out of it? Enough scars to make him shave his scalp? Some pillage put away …Read More
Archbishop Benedictus stood adorned in his finest robes and trinkets, representing the pride of Stormwind’s culture for the great day at hand. Next to him stood a small and grimy man carrying a large bundle of wrinkled scrolls. Benedictus looked up eagerly as Varian emerged from his private quarters. “Light bless you, King Varian.” He …Read More