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Trianya's smithing
Clang.
The hammer struck down hard upon the metal again.
Clang.
Sparks shot from the green and black substance, gold and green in equal amounts.
Clang.
The hammer came down again, striking the metal as the gloves covering the wielder's hands glowed with a golden intensity.
Trianya leaned back, bringing her hammer up high before striking down once more, a grunt of effort coming from the Paladin as she struck the fel tainted metal on the anvil. Sparks flew away from the clashing of Light and fel as her hammer now smoked at its flat head from the energy it was emitting.
She had been at ir for weeks. Working on trying to purify the felslate of its impurities with the Light with each strike. Time and time again, her efforts had brought the destruction of the fel energy, but also the metal. If she could just get the balance right..
Clang.
Crack.
The metal cracked before bursting into dust, fel green smoking rising from the ruined remains. Trianya stepped back and covered her mouth with her a
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Moonfall 4: The Bargain
Three Weeks before the final Change
Esria flinched back as she unfurled the scroll. Her eyes, or what remained of them, scanned across the text that was written upon the sheet but she saw more than just the writing. Her enhanced sight saw the work of spells and words invisible to most skittering madly across the parchment, drawing her vision whenever she tried to concentrate on reading. After a few minutes and a growing headache she threw it down onto the table.
"Its no good. I cant focus on the writing."
"It will come in time," Noorin said as he joined her at the table in the small hovel. "Many of the illidari were driven nearly mad by it. If not into madness entirely."
He places a small mug of water on the table for her which she gratefully took. It was cool as she tipped it back, thankful for some semblance of normality. The last week had been a painful mix of spell work and mental exercise for her. The voice in her head had been calmed to a dull whisper that cropped up from time to
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Moonfall 2: The Pain of Change
Two months before the final change.
Esria huddled over, the shade of the rough tent top shielding her from the sun as the wind blew through the lower city of Shattrath. Pain coursed up her back, throbbed behind her eyes and scorched within her eye sockets. Worse still was the near unbearable itch running along her arm. The tattoos were still fresh and needed to set. She cursed herself for the twentieth time that day. How has she fallen so far? From a sentinel captain to sitting in the gutters of a ruined city.
She resisted the urge to scratch the markings. The last of her gold had gone to some uptight sindorei to mark her with the fel things, a design she had recovered from an Illidari journal. She needed the rest complete though. The whispers, the constant companion to her now, had been muffled by those she now bore, but it was like little more than a sheet of parchment between her and the voice. She needed it gone. No more ruin. No more destruction. No more blood blood blood. No more
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Moonfall 1: The Fallen Moon
Esria Moonfall stared into the broken shard of the mirror, glaring at her countenance that appeared before her. She was far from the woman she had been a few years before, and even further from the brave young Kaldorei she had been centuries before. Time, wounds and corruption had settled deep. And now she was beyond saving.
Ten thousand years ago, she had seen the Legion invade, still young and a novice to combat. She had barely survived time after time in the great and bloody war. And when it was all over, and the world had been shattered, she had been one of the first to volunteer as a Sentinel. And so it had gone for thousands of years, defending the forests and woods of the elven people from all kinds of evil and invaders.
She had been happy. She had served her people, her Goddess and her family. It had been small, but she had loved her mate and children with all her heart. But even three thousand years after the Legion had gone, their scars still claimed her family. Her home burn
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Literature
The Warlock
The quill dipped into the ink bottle, soaking in the black liquid. The long white feather returned to the parchement upon the desk, moving elagently to add to the already well filled work. Runes and letters of various languages were drawn upon the parchment, detailing spellwork and powers.  The only sounds were the scratchings of the quill tip and the flickering of candles. Until the tip broke, ink spilling out and blotting the parchment.
"Light damn it," Liadreth sighed leaning back in her tall plush chair, holding up the now broken quill, "Another one.." She shook her head as she stood from the desk, scattered with books, both open and closed, and scrolls and parchments. Turning, the white haired woman stepped across the small room of her study, to a small cabnet containing not only other ink bottles and quills, but various gems and trinkets of various uses. Picking up a long purple feathered quill, she returned to her desk.
She made an effort to smooth her robes, a rich purple
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Sienya's Musings
Sienya's nose twitched as the aroma of food reached her. She had been working hard for hours now, and the scent of fresh roasted food was tempting enough to draw her away. Of course, to most onlookers at the Shrine of Two Moons, she had simply been sat upon one of the thick stone railings calmly looking down upon the scarred Vale. And while it was true, she had not moved from the spot since before dawn, and while the sun was now nearing its zenith, she had been hard at work.
Her spirit had been in constant motion, soothing and calming the elements of the land. Ever since Garrosh had tainted the land, the remaining Order of the Golden Lotus, along with volunteers from the Horde and Alliance, had set about mending the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. The land was now healing, but it would take years, perhaps decades or even centuries, to heal. And that is why Sienya had returned to her homeland.
The brown furred Pandaren sighed as she rose, legs stiff from hours of sitting. It was certainly tim
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Literature
The Dark Healer
Click. Scrap. Tap.
Click. Scrap. Tap.
Click. Scrap. Tap.
The sounds of Allarnna Coultrie's footsteps echoes through the dark corridor of the Undercity as the forsaken made her way towards what passed as the medical centre of the Undead. The forsaken woman walked slowly, her right foot scraping along the floor after each movement she makes with her dark wooden cane. The slow walking woman looked ahead with a small smile on her cold lips. Dressed in simple trousers and a long sleeved shirt, she looked more like she was on her way to a dinner than tending the wounded.
Allarnna was one of the undead who still cared about making an appearance. She kept her hair tied neatly behind her and dressed in formal and nice looking cloths, although she had taken to avoiding robes due to the messy areas she worked in. She did remain with the cold pale appearance that came with her undead state, but she made an effort to clean at least. Even if her senses had lessened, she still preferred natural scent
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The Rage of Battle
The clash of Steel and Iron echoed across the barren wastes. Battle had ensued once more, or it never ended. Across the whole of the Blasted Lands, the Alliance and Horde seemed constantly fighting or defending against the Iron Horde. And now a small Skirmish along the road had Esria Moonfall once again pitting her axes against several of the blood thirsty orcs.
Both Kaldorie and Orcs were stained with blood, Esria coated in a sheen of orcish blood from the assassin that lay lifeless behind her, while the pair of orcs before her were dripping with a mix of red human, blue draenei and dark elven blood. They laughed at her, they had the upper hand right now and both they and Esria knew it. She had been backed away from the rest of her group who were still fighting a short way down the road. The sound of metal colliding and spells being conjured still reached the trio as they prepared for combat.
It began suddenly as expected, one orc lunging at her. His face was curled into an expression
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A Moment to Think
Esria sat on the log within the Anchorage with a weary sigh. Her entire body ached as she sat with half her armour removed, from the waist up she was dressed just in her cloth undershirt she wore with her armour. It was still stained with sweat and blood despite the rain that had fallen in the swamp. Her armour was being fixed and treated for some damage, the main of which still stung at her shoulder.
Three times now she had been to the front, each time getting a little more scraped, cut or bruised. But the constant battles were starting to take their toll on her. She ached all over and had not had more than 4 hours sleep a night. And her shoulder still stung from where an orc had slipped her guard with a dagger. A lucky strike, she thought to herself as she touched the scar that remained there. A kind draenei shaman had dealt with the wound upon her return, but she kept the scar. She kept all her scars.
She had been out along the borders of the swamp and blasted lands, where sh
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Into Battle
Esria rode through the swamplands with trepidation. She was approaching the battlefields, and even her mount could feel it. The moonsaber tensed as it padded over the damp bog soil. Esria ran her fingers over the hilt of her axes, knowing she was likely to need them soon. She was starting to see tohers, members of the alliance heading to the warfront themselves, from regiments of Stormwind Soldiers she passed, to rushing individuals speeding past her and her moonsaber on their own mounts.
It was those she saw returning from the front that worried her more though, bloody and battered. Soldiers moaned from the back of infirmary caravans, soaked in blood and badly wounded. Some still did not move at all, even with Priests and Druids tending to their bodies. Her eyes narrowed at the concept of what awaited her. But she could not turn back, she had to provide what aid she could.
She stepped into the barren waste of the Blasted lands soon after. They were aptly named, the red rocky earth ben
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The Moon Rises Again
Esria Moonfall sighed as she looked at the scroll once more. She turned the parchment over in her hands as she sat on the edge of her bed. She had read it enough times, she could quote it word for word. But the main issue was clear to anyone. Another threat to Azeroth.
The Iron Horde.
It felt like not so long Esria had been fighting against Garrosh's Horde, the battle where she had nearly died. Her right hand opened and closed, the fingers tingling at the sensation. They still did not feel right to her anymore. But she looked back to the paper in her left hand and lay back upon the bed. The warrior stared up at the words, calling members of the Alliance to aid in the defence of their lands once more. The usual propaganda. But a real threat, none the less.
The Kaldorei had been in enough wars to knew what would come next. She bore the scars of many of them still, even if she did not look the part. Her forced retirement due to her near fatal injuries had left her behind on her practise,
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Call of the Wolf
'Run, Kill, Eat.'
The voice thrummed in her head. Claws dug into stone as she scrambled up the short cliff face.
'Run, Kill, Eat.'
The voice insisted again as paws pushed across fallen leaves and grass. At leasr the first part was being obeyed.
'Run, Kill, Eat!'
The voice was fast becoming a roar in her mind. Claws tore through the bark of a tree, leaving deep gouges that oozed sap. She raised her dark furred muzzle to it before picking up anouther scent too..
'Kill! Eat!'
The voice called her on, following her nose towards the scent. She couldnt focus, the roaring in her mind too loud. The simple tinkering girl had no clue what had happened, nor.could stop to focus to figure it out. All there was now was the voice plagueing her mind.
It was a blur, the dark haired woman had been sat working on fixing a trigger for one of the trapper's guns. The next moment she knew, the very same tracker fell upon her, changing, turning. And then the bite.
How she survived was also a blur, she had lit
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Esria Moonfall pt 2 A Goal and a Dream
Part 2 - A Goal and Dream
Esria's eyes slowly opened, groaning as she conciousness returned with it pain in her upper arm. She opened her eyes to see the smooth white stone roof, the symbol of the moon etched into the ceiling as she rolled to sit up on her unwounded arm. She took a quick look around, quickly coming to the obvious conclusion she was in the nearest Temple to Elune, evident by the moon features around, the pale white stone walls and benches and the soft floor. She turned her attention to herself, clad in a dress a few sizes too large for her, and through the thin fabric she could see how her arm had been well bandaged.
As she was slowly adjusting to the pain in her arm, the Acolyte tending to her came over, pressing on her shoulder to have her lay back down on the large medical bench the Sisterhood used in this room of the temple. "Lay back down, your'e no where near recovered yet." Esria didn't have much choice, still drained from the wolf attack as she lay back down ont
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I plan to use this account primarily for story writing, Mostly in the WoW universe, although others may come up. I am a long term WoW RPer and wish to put some of my ideas and stories down into writing. I hope (if anyone finds this of course) that I can receive positive and constructive feedback where possible. I hope to hear any comments you may have on my work. Thank you.
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So I have been pretty inactive on here, but with Legion coming out and with my new job, time has opened up in ways i want to spend. In addition to now playing D&D I have started writing a novel too. But that has put me in a place where I need a lot of practice. So With the Upcoming Legion expansion (and having played a little Beta) i have decided to focus on a character storyline I have had ongoing for years now, my night elf Esria Moonfall. She has been a warrior since WtLK but with Legion, she is finally going to slip into the demon hunter role. I toyed with the idea a few years ago during Pandaria but never did due to the "loller" attitude to Demon Hunters. But with them now Canon alliance members, I feel I can get away with it.

So TLDR : Expect a lot of demon and night elf short stories to be coming out soon!

Feel free to give me any feedback on either writing styles or lore issues I may have missed!
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Getting back into writing and focusing on my night elf, soon to be demon hunter character! Feedback appreciated!

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Your'e welcome! Your art style is adorable :D
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Your'e Very welcome! :D
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Thanks for the fav on Sylvanas! <3
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You're very welcome :D
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Thanks for the fave, sweetie =D Good luck on your writings!
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Your'e very welcome, and thank you too! :-)
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