Objective: Write small stories written around a single word.
Theme: World of Warcraft
Stories 26-33
26. Lost
The wild-haired troll sat on his haunches staring at the ground.
"Are we lost?"
"Shhhhhhh. We be trackin'."
"It feels like we're lost."
Suru snorted, his tusks flashing. "An' you be loud! Now hush up, mon, and let me listen a spell."
Pouting, Drakomira began carving her initials into a nearby tree, her pale delicate features expressing contempt. The blood elf glared at the back of the troll's ridiculous head. She muttered darkly to herself, stabbing harder into the tree. "I bet you're lost."
The silent forest was the only response. Startled, she glanced at where Suru used to be.
On the ground, drawn in the dirt was a single word. "RUN."
Petrified, she vanished into the shadows realizing the troll might have been fine, but she was definitely lost.
27. Metal
Grunting with exertion, the ghastly woman shaped the metal to her will. Piercing tundra-grey eyes swept over the unfinished ring before crumpling it angrily into her fist.
Immediately a younger red-haired troll leapt to her side.
"Don' be wasting the thorium, Kishir! If ya gon' be breakin' everyting, then go play with the cheap coppa or get out of my way."
"Kaz, I hate this."
Kazuun softened at her nickname and smiled sadly at the outstretched skeletal hand, taking the ruined lump of jewelry. "Now look, cuz, ya be still rememberin' how to be ya. Take it easy and let ya Kaz make the pretties."
Both trolls let their glances fall to the broken band. Before Kishir could say another word in her hollow melancholy voice, Kazuun cut the death knight off. "Ya stink anyhow. Why 'ja hafta go an' die?"
28. New
Stillwaters scaled the wall with ease, nimbly hopping into an arrowslit too small for a human but just right for a night elf with determination. Once inside the tower, her eyes grew accustomed to the dark room lit only by the faint moonlight at her back. Someone was sitting behind a desk but she was sure he hadn't noticed her yet.
Silently walking on her toes, every movement was precise and sure. Blackened daggers materialized into her gloved hands. The former assassin crept forward, contemplating her not so distant past. She paused when the old man bent his head to dip his quill into the inkpot.
It was said that Stillwaters got her name from being able to wade through water without making a ripple. Now she was only a breadth away, both daggers pointed at the back of his neck. She allowed him to straighten up, his shoulders meeting her blades and passing through to her shock.
"Ah, you must be my new bodyguard. Well done, elf. Heh, I hired you. Sorry about all the trouble but I had to make sure you were good."
Stillwaters made a face at the slowly distingrating apparation before her and faced the real Lord. "Then my first task?"
"To the point, I like that. Well, have a seat. Let's talk about our little arrangement, my lovely lady."
She stayed standing arms folding over her chest, the daggers still in her grip. When he only chuckled, Stillwaters tried to hide her annoyance.
29. Old
Page 74, Chapter Six: The Watchmen
The story of the Watchmen is as old as the Order itself, a tale of a secretive band of men and women under the direct command of the Church. The select few served as the eyes and ears of the Alliance and its righteous blade. Their tale is one of noble beginnings and the most unforgivable of betrayals.
When the first portal to the Outland appeared, it unleashed an Orcish horde upon the land the likes that Azeroth had never seen. The Alliance mobilized to counter the threat and battles raged with a ferocity as the land burned and villagers slaughtered by the bloodthirsty marauders. Though history would prove that Medivh was the catalyst behind the invasion, only a few were aware that Khadgar and Anduin Lothar did not expose this treachery.
Founded by Lord Ivan Richards, the Watchmen were tasked to gather information and assess possible threats to the Alliance. Comprised mostly of farmers, wives, postmen, and a handful of soldiers, these rare individuals neither negated their own duties or compromised the secrecy of their Order.
30. Peace
Tinkering was what Cylus did best. Taking apart machines and putting them back together still wasn't her strong suit. Screws tended to get lost in the process. Most of the time, she blamed the little mechanical squirrel whirring at her side. Rusty had a penchant for small tasty screws and bolts.
But this was peace. When Dalaran separated from Azeroth, Cylus had made arrangements to be ferried away with the rest of the Kirin Tor. Now she lived the rest of her days out in the Toy Shop, blissful in ways she never thought she could be.
31. Poison
Running hard, Suru could feel the strong poison coursing through his hot blood.
He cackled over his shoulder. "Catch me ya an' I still tell you not'ing!"
His two-toed feet were sure and fleet but the troll didn't see the tree up ahead and ended teleporting right into it, bouncing back and falling on his side. Groaning, Suru the once-great mage rolled over just as the paralytic took effect, freezing his limbs.
"Ya tink ya be clevah but I tell ya dis, ya not clev-!" Suru's painted lips froze as his anger ignited.
32. Pretty
Julienus Corwyn pursed her lips at the suckling babe and frowned fiercely. "Katherine, you're feeding her too much!"
She was shushed in a heartbeat with the wave of a dismissive hand. Katherine snorted, "You haven't a mothering bone in your entire body and you never were good with little ones. Remember, Tiny Tober? Ah hah, I see you do. So hush now, Juli, and let me feed this pwetty pwecious pwecious bwaby!" The usually stern priestess dissolved into incessant prattling over the child.
Corwyn was about to remind her friend that it was her child after all but already she could see how devoted Katherine was to a baby not of her blood. She sighed and gave up. Since the child had come into her life, Julienus had given up so much already. The most tragic would be how many days she wasn't able to perform her duties at the Watchmen. So far, it seemed none save her best friend knew of the fateful tryst or the suffocating lies.
33. Rain
33. Rain
Sir Reyner no more, he discarded his name as he tossed away his armor. Sobbing, he raised the shovel to the darkened skies, swearing vengeance. He could feel himself breaking, shattering, crumbling. He slumped to his knees and hugged the mound of earth, mingling with the downpouring rain and creating a disgusting sludge. He cared not. His beloved was no more today.
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Theme: World of Warcraft
Stories 26-33
26. Lost
The wild-haired troll sat on his haunches staring at the ground.
"Are we lost?"
"Shhhhhhh. We be trackin'."
"It feels like we're lost."
Suru snorted, his tusks flashing. "An' you be loud! Now hush up, mon, and let me listen a spell."
Pouting, Drakomira began carving her initials into a nearby tree, her pale delicate features expressing contempt. The blood elf glared at the back of the troll's ridiculous head. She muttered darkly to herself, stabbing harder into the tree. "I bet you're lost."
The silent forest was the only response. Startled, she glanced at where Suru used to be.
On the ground, drawn in the dirt was a single word. "RUN."
Petrified, she vanished into the shadows realizing the troll might have been fine, but she was definitely lost.
27. Metal
Grunting with exertion, the ghastly woman shaped the metal to her will. Piercing tundra-grey eyes swept over the unfinished ring before crumpling it angrily into her fist.
Immediately a younger red-haired troll leapt to her side.
"Don' be wasting the thorium, Kishir! If ya gon' be breakin' everyting, then go play with the cheap coppa or get out of my way."
"Kaz, I hate this."
Kazuun softened at her nickname and smiled sadly at the outstretched skeletal hand, taking the ruined lump of jewelry. "Now look, cuz, ya be still rememberin' how to be ya. Take it easy and let ya Kaz make the pretties."
Both trolls let their glances fall to the broken band. Before Kishir could say another word in her hollow melancholy voice, Kazuun cut the death knight off. "Ya stink anyhow. Why 'ja hafta go an' die?"
28. New
Stillwaters scaled the wall with ease, nimbly hopping into an arrowslit too small for a human but just right for a night elf with determination. Once inside the tower, her eyes grew accustomed to the dark room lit only by the faint moonlight at her back. Someone was sitting behind a desk but she was sure he hadn't noticed her yet.
Silently walking on her toes, every movement was precise and sure. Blackened daggers materialized into her gloved hands. The former assassin crept forward, contemplating her not so distant past. She paused when the old man bent his head to dip his quill into the inkpot.
It was said that Stillwaters got her name from being able to wade through water without making a ripple. Now she was only a breadth away, both daggers pointed at the back of his neck. She allowed him to straighten up, his shoulders meeting her blades and passing through to her shock.
"Ah, you must be my new bodyguard. Well done, elf. Heh, I hired you. Sorry about all the trouble but I had to make sure you were good."
Stillwaters made a face at the slowly distingrating apparation before her and faced the real Lord. "Then my first task?"
"To the point, I like that. Well, have a seat. Let's talk about our little arrangement, my lovely lady."
She stayed standing arms folding over her chest, the daggers still in her grip. When he only chuckled, Stillwaters tried to hide her annoyance.
29. Old
Page 74, Chapter Six: The Watchmen
The story of the Watchmen is as old as the Order itself, a tale of a secretive band of men and women under the direct command of the Church. The select few served as the eyes and ears of the Alliance and its righteous blade. Their tale is one of noble beginnings and the most unforgivable of betrayals.
When the first portal to the Outland appeared, it unleashed an Orcish horde upon the land the likes that Azeroth had never seen. The Alliance mobilized to counter the threat and battles raged with a ferocity as the land burned and villagers slaughtered by the bloodthirsty marauders. Though history would prove that Medivh was the catalyst behind the invasion, only a few were aware that Khadgar and Anduin Lothar did not expose this treachery.
Founded by Lord Ivan Richards, the Watchmen were tasked to gather information and assess possible threats to the Alliance. Comprised mostly of farmers, wives, postmen, and a handful of soldiers, these rare individuals neither negated their own duties or compromised the secrecy of their Order.
30. Peace
Tinkering was what Cylus did best. Taking apart machines and putting them back together still wasn't her strong suit. Screws tended to get lost in the process. Most of the time, she blamed the little mechanical squirrel whirring at her side. Rusty had a penchant for small tasty screws and bolts.
But this was peace. When Dalaran separated from Azeroth, Cylus had made arrangements to be ferried away with the rest of the Kirin Tor. Now she lived the rest of her days out in the Toy Shop, blissful in ways she never thought she could be.
31. Poison
Running hard, Suru could feel the strong poison coursing through his hot blood.
He cackled over his shoulder. "Catch me ya an' I still tell you not'ing!"
His two-toed feet were sure and fleet but the troll didn't see the tree up ahead and ended teleporting right into it, bouncing back and falling on his side. Groaning, Suru the once-great mage rolled over just as the paralytic took effect, freezing his limbs.
"Ya tink ya be clevah but I tell ya dis, ya not clev-!" Suru's painted lips froze as his anger ignited.
32. Pretty
Julienus Corwyn pursed her lips at the suckling babe and frowned fiercely. "Katherine, you're feeding her too much!"
She was shushed in a heartbeat with the wave of a dismissive hand. Katherine snorted, "You haven't a mothering bone in your entire body and you never were good with little ones. Remember, Tiny Tober? Ah hah, I see you do. So hush now, Juli, and let me feed this pwetty pwecious pwecious bwaby!" The usually stern priestess dissolved into incessant prattling over the child.
Corwyn was about to remind her friend that it was her child after all but already she could see how devoted Katherine was to a baby not of her blood. She sighed and gave up. Since the child had come into her life, Julienus had given up so much already. The most tragic would be how many days she wasn't able to perform her duties at the Watchmen. So far, it seemed none save her best friend knew of the fateful tryst or the suffocating lies.
33. Rain
33. Rain
Sir Reyner no more, he discarded his name as he tossed away his armor. Sobbing, he raised the shovel to the darkened skies, swearing vengeance. He could feel himself breaking, shattering, crumbling. He slumped to his knees and hugged the mound of earth, mingling with the downpouring rain and creating a disgusting sludge. He cared not. His beloved was no more today.
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