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[Ginwhistle]Operation: Operation.

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The white lights of the surgical theater shone down on Pinapple Peppercog as she sat in a chair, a series of straps and clamps holding her recently shaved head in place.

[Dolraan] Recovery

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The first day was devoted to rest. Dolraan and Rhia, hidden deep beneath the covers in one another's arms, each of them convincing themselves that yes, this was real.

Thanatos' Gambit: The Dream

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He dreamed...

Thanatos' Gambit: The attack

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A sweet smelling breeze flowed past Dolraan's head as he watched Finkswitch and Kimzee assemble the device they were testing in the grassy fields outside Fort Fordring.

Thanatos' Gambit: Prologue

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The fires of the underground camp burned a sickly green, casting an otherwordly glow upon the shadow council coven.

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!))

Personal Drogar stuff

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Family stuff below the break. 

[Drogar] Passing the Torch

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The large hall, dug out from stone and reinforced with steel, looked very different from its normal status as a construction bay. Machinery replaced by granite benches, and industrial lighting replaced by great braziers and glorious banners hanging on the wall, and a great orange carpet forming a walkway leading to an old, scorched altar.

Camping in Elwynn, Finale

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(Before Garrosh's trial...)

Hiking hadn't gone much better. The route he'd chosen had been too long, and halfway through the kids had gotten grumpy and were flown back to the campsite by Henii. And then Finkswitch had found the mushrooms...

[Drogar] Rock Bottom

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A tinkling, cracking sound came out from under Nicholai's boot as he gingerly made his way into the Truthhammer home.

Catharsis in Krasarang

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The ride south had been a peaceful one, neither Dolraan or Rhiswyn having much to say to one another, instead riding in contemplative peace. The weather in the Valley of Four Winds was pleasant, though Dolraan chose a route that kept them a fair distance from the various farms that dotted the landscape.

[Drogar] Schism

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Drogar stood over his desk, covered in papers. He had been there for hours, hardly noticing the passage of time.

A notice sent to all Meddlers

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To all Meddlers

[Dolraan] Lessons of Pride

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The trial had been a stressful one for everyone, even those in the stands.

[Modren] Bad Luck

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Modren had followed the priest, but something had caused him to pause after the man exited the Stockade, not noticing the stocky figure sitting at the open air meat vendor on the other side of the square, enjoying a sausage.