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Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …

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Friday Five-hundred: Summing up Cataclysm
comment 1 Written by on August 24, 2012 – 7:35 am

Today’s Friday Ficlet challenge is to write a short story (500 words or less) that sums up what one of your characters has been doing for the last two years. Fighting dragons? Getting married? Smoking felweed behind a shady bar in Shattrath? Have a go at something that gives a good closing to what we’ve been up to, because everything’s about to change.

Feel free to post on your own blog/forums and leave links in comments! I love reading these.

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Down Came a Spider

The orc didn’t see her, there behind a well constructed blind. Her crew of nightsabers lay sleeping behind her, various ears twitching occasionally, while she sat in wait. Intelligence said the cultists came this way, concealing a communication route through the thick of the trees on the mountains around what used to be Loch Modan. They were pretty securely in Alliance territory here, but the Twilights didn’t seem to have much notice for boundaries.

She stifled a belch, sour and with a hint of last night’s tequila, and watched as the orc picked his way through the dense underbrush, sometimes riding, sometimes leading his worg. He was thin and almost emaciated, dark robes hanging off of his bony frame, which seemed odd – out of sorts with the power and strength so common to orcs, now that they were free of the blood of Mannoroth.

At least, they said they were free of it.

Angoleth chewed on a bit of grass, vision trained down the sight of her crossbow.

He had made it almost through her field of vision, moving slowly, no indication that he was of any consequence, when a spider dropped down in front of his mount. The giant worg scurried sideways, but the spider only mimicked, winding up to spit the horrific, numbing poison so common to the spiders in these parts.

Then the orc summoned a twisted, fouled elemental, and she put a bolt through his head.

She thanked the spider later.

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One Response to “Friday Five-hundred: Summing up Cataclysm”

  1. Corrienda shifted the baby on her hip and kissed his indigo-fuzzed head as she fished a letter from the mailbox. She smiled wryly at the words scrawled across the back of it: “From the scenic Molten Front!” Scenic, indeed.

    The crumbling remains of a twilight ascendant stared hollowly at her as she made her way back to her home. They really should replace it, but ascendants were in such short supply these days. Perhaps a different trophy – or perhaps they could be like normal people and decorate their yard with flowers instead of dead monsters. Corrienda giggled as she made her way up the stairs.

    Galedorin was waiting for them, having just returned from his morning exercises. “Anything interesting?” he asked with a voice like dark chocolate, bending to kiss her. The baby grabbed his father’s ear, and Galedorin smiled at them both.

    “Just a letter from my father – probably about the wedding, I’d imagine,” she replied, returning the smile. “Are you working at the quarry today?”

    “I am,” he said, giving her a squeeze. The baby lunged at him, and he easily scooped his son up without ever letting go of her.

    “Well, make sure you leave enough time to get ready for the Rose Ball this evening,” she told him, walking her fingers up his muscled abdomen. “Mother will be here at 3 to take Myrodan, so maybe you should get here about the same time?”

    “Of course, Beloved,” he said, suddenly dipping Corrienda into a deep kiss, even as the baby alternately yanked on his ear and his long hair. She returned the kiss eagerly, and beamed up at him when their lips finally parted. Did life get any more wonderful than this?

    By Duerrienda on Aug 24, 2012 | Reply

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