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Sobriety

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Arkav took the week off work. He doubted many would care or notice, which was exactly what he wanted at this particular time of year. He’d spent weeks dreading Brewfest.

War Crimes Summary

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Drogar asked me for a summary of War Crimes for those who haven't read. You're all doomed, cuz it's me. SPOILERS of course, BUT this does put a cap on the lessons learned in Pandaria, AND leads into Warlords. If your character is there, here's how it goes down over ten very tense days...

Paladin vs Undead

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Rage.
The dead should stay dead.

A Start

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"Can I help?"

Master Krollos looked down. From Arkav’s perspective, he was a tower of blue, shiny with sweat as he pumped the bellows.

"Too small," the smith grunted, tail gently sweeping Ark aside as Krollos clopped back to the anvil.

Bullies

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Arkav tried not to talk often at work. For one thing, Master Krollos had drilled into him focus and silence when at the anvil. All attention must be on the metal and crystal, not on “needless chatter.”

The other reason, of course, was his stutter. It was just difficult to get ideas across, or even just work with others. He was already non-dwarven, and refused to drink alcohol on top of that, so the stuttering only helped make him a target for the younger smiths’ teasing.

Waiting Game

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Alynore probably shouldn’t have drank the whole bottle herself.

Nore took a few pills with a generous swig of water, hoping the pounding in her skull would soon abate. She doubted it, considering it wasn’t all alcohol related.

Hilltop Ruminations

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Alynore sat on a small hill on the edge of the Halfhill farm, trying to meditate. Instead, she thought up responses to questions asked earlier, all those things one wishes had been said in the hot moment.

A Brother's Call

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((So, Jormund sent me a writing prompt on tumblr ("How did you get in here?") and somehow it tangled up with the plot ideas percolating in my brain the last few weeks, so I'm going to toss it up and see what happens.))

The door to her apartment was ajar. Nore frowned and touched the blue button on her bracer, summoning her heavy armor. Wes wasn't in the city so it couldn't be him. As she stalked closer to the door it opened, revealing a semi-familiar face. They stood and blinked at each other for a moment.

“Jeck? How did you get in here?” She demanded.

Family Matters

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((Technically happened two months ago, but it's been a bear to write. I have plot ideas though that may use this as background, so up it goes regardless.))

Alynore made the climb from the bustle of Lower City to Kamron’s apartment. A group of skinny brown orc youths paused their guttural conversation to watch the human woman as she stopped at the old soldier’s door. She knocked, counting the seconds to an answer.

Panic

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Arkav stumbled out of the Stonefire Tavern, hands shaking enough that he couldn’t turn the ignition on his bike. He concentrated, sending a private call for help across the background chatter of the Link. It didn’t take long for the memories to intrude.

Hymnal

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It was never prayer that came to mind, but music.

Boundaries

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Evening in Cathedral Square was clear and crisp as Nore left the Dragoon office. Her green, white, and red holiday sweater made her back and arms itch as she thought over the party.

Chance Encounter

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“Hullo, Miz F’Sharri,” the Argent flight handler smiled, taking the reins of Aerie’s grand gryphon. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Aerie stretched, working out the kinks from the long flight. “It’s that time of year again,” she said. The sun was shining, but there was a chill in the air and clouds piled on the horizon, bringing with them the scent of an incoming autumn rain.

A Most Important Appointment

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“You drink from dis cup,” Annelise ordered. The tea that her mother had provided slopped over the edge of the toy mug and onto Nore’s pants.

30 Day Character Challenge

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((Some of you know and have followed my tumblrs and the 30 Day Character Writing Challenge; little prompts to describe things about your character, or at least think about them more.