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The Ritual

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Auchindoun. The City of the Dead for draenei.

[Moon'ori] Something for the Trip

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Moon'ori gazed at the Dark Portal nervously. It was her first assignment ever it was okay for her to be nervous right? She`d be a fool if she didn`t felt like that...

[Lai-Ning]Little Thoughts...

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Every so often, something odd occurred in her little head.

It could be in the middle of studying….during a meeting…..or even if she was just climbing into bed at night.

[Gozo] Treats for Friends: The Fireclaw Sisters

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The garrison was quiet at this time of night. Most of the Dragoons were fast asleep in their bunks, no doubt exhausted from the day’s events. Draenor was a very beautiful planet, but that beauty was only skin deep as right below the surface were fierce challenges that natives and visitors endured daily. While Gozo had only encountered a few of these challenges on his trips to the Elodar fields to do trade with the farmers he heard plenty from those coming back from the farthest reaches of Draenor.

What if Dolraan lived long enough to become the villain?

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((This is a "What if?" piece I wrote after receiving the tumblr prompt "What if Dolraan lived long enough to become the villain." Enjoy!))

[Gilberte] Wild: The Leslie Brenton Story

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After finally cajoling Annelise into slumber with almost an hour’s worth of stories about Yogi the cat’s adventures in Daddy’s garrison, Gilly slunk back to her own bed and its own little cocoon of blankets. Ordinarily, she would have preferred a bubble bath with a nice glass of red wine on the side, but the winter climes made even heated baths somewhat less than comfortable and even worse, there was no Llane around to tease. So, instead, she poured herself a glass of warm cider and piled herself into the blankets.

[Saphra] Morning Again

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Saphra never wanted to wake up.

Time to Process

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Pin’s concerns about the Commander getting enough sleep were quite hypocritical, in retrospect.

Extraction

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Nathalus

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            The wagon rolled steadily through the mud of Shadowmoon Valley.

The Bitter Cold

The cold of Frostfire Ridge pulled at the Elder Druid a

[Quincy] Quincy's Dastardly Plan

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Quincy hated Draenor.

Furthermore, he hated Sir Sour-Face’s garrison which (unsurprisingly enough) was chock-filled with stupid people who seemed to worship the ground Sir Sour-Face walked on. “The Commander said” this and “the Commander wants” that

Quincy couldn’t stand it. Well, more specifically, he couldn’t stand a very particular fact about his new life in this Sir Sour-Face-loving garrison.

Programming for war

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Nirahsa frowned to herself as she made several more adjustments to the core. The draenei hunched over ontop of the massive machine she and her team had been constructing for the last couple of months. Mechanically it was finished but programming wise it still had issues.

The workshop in the garrison was rather quiet as most of the work was done for the day other than a few people here and there since even at night things didn’t stop they just slowed down.

[Rhianon] Encounter

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The voices of Auchindoun were so silent. It was a funny thing to say, Rhianon thought, when the place itself was awash with fighting and terror - but it was the truth. She had walked the perimeter of Auchindoun each morning since settling on this Draenor, hoping to touch whatever lay within its depths - ancient spirits, the wisdom of her people, memories. Yet, each morning she had been denied. The spirits were in hiding and the place was quiet.