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Saving Sergeant Harrigan: Between a Drake and Hard Place

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Alynore didn’t spare much of a glance at the other Dragoons and friends entering Harrigan’s mind through the bridge Vasily created. She didn’t stop this time to look at the ruin of Honor Hold, or the graves stretching to the horizon. She did, however, pause briefly to look over the grizzled, beaten-up old soldier endlessly digging those graves. Before he could “recognize” her again this time, she turned to the portals ringing the immediate area.

They seemed unremarkable by themselves, nothing distinguishing one from another, though Vasily said they would connect to key memories in Harrigan’s life, memories they had to play through and find a “key” to bring back to the broken digger to make him recall who he was and wake back up. Nore let herself be drawn to one of the portals, knowing which memory she wanted to find; it may have been selfish, but it did count. Alynore stepped through the portal, letting the hellish landscape of Hellfire Peninsula dissolve and reform…

A Cold Meeting

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The north peak of Ironforge was cold, snowy, and isolated. Brewfest was miles down the mountain, and the airstrip was another few miles away in the other direction. Alynore flew Tenacity along the mountaintop, until they found a clump of rocks among the sparse trees, a cloaked figure standing by them, sheltered from the wind.

Tenacity landed, but did not dissipate or fly away as Nore dismounted. The charger pawed the ground and snorted, vapor blowing from her armored nose. Nore looked around and headed for the cloaked figure, weapons ready.

Old Soldiers and Second Chances

It was almost evening when Harrigan arrived at Shattrath. He started from Auchindoun that morning, figuring the cross-country ride would be good for the elekk that rumbled steadily beneath him. He let Scrap have his head for the most part, which sadly led to exploring every new plant, stream, and defile they passed near. His back regretted his decision and the rest of him was ready to agree.

Sometimes All You Have Left...

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It was getting on toward midnight as a lone stone drake ghosted its way through the soft poofy clouds of the Valley of the Four

Regrets

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“So there we were, fighting a few orcs. One of them cracked his axe against my head. Broke my goggles; I felt the enchants just melt. I got knocked to the ground, cuz ow. Axe came back down, I rolled out of the way, felt something go THUNK and come loose and for a minute thought I'd lost part of my skull and hadn't realized it yet. Nope; just my hair.” Alynore took a swig of her drink, listening to the music in the Blue Recluse.

Old Soldiers Can't Forgive

The sun beat down on Harrigan's back as he filled in the latest vermin tunnel in his field. He thought the hides he hung on the fences would discourage them, but they appeared oblivious to the obvious consequences of invading his farm. Now three more skins were drying on the poles.

“Mornin', Harri!” a cheerful voice lilted across the field. He wiped his forehead on his arm and peered at the owner.

“Morning, Cassie!” He walked across the field, scraping the worst of the dust from his arms as he went. She was waiting in front of the house when he got there. He rinsed his hands off in a rain barrel and dunked his head. Cassie yelped and laughed as he shook the water from his head. “What brings you this way?”

[Nirahsa] Mending Broken Fragments

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((Hopefully this bit makes sense, really wanted to include the elemental familiars so I'm hoping they don't feel too forced.))

“What’s your name girl,” The dark skinned man asked gruffly even as his fingers ran through his beard eyeing the tall stranger in front of him. Most of Nirahsa’s skin lay hidden behind armor including her face which was obscured by a helm and cloth mask covering the lower portion of her face. Only her soft glowing eyes could be seen, eyes that looked vengeful and hurt at the same time.

“Name unimportant, yes yes,” She replied back in broken common while glancing around warily, the winds of hellfire peninsula picked up a moment tossing more red sand in the air. It was just her, the human and his small like-minded escort. The small fat one was supposedly called a dwarf, but just looked like a human that’d been sat on by an elekk to her.