The city of Dalaran, the heart of the magocracy that bore its name, had been the capital of magic and a center of arcane research and development for over two thousand seven hundred years.
A place where humans, gnomes, and elves joined the study and exploration of the mysteries of the material and magical realm.
Now, it was a pale shadow of its former grandeur. Reduced to a crate...
Nothing would be able to describe the smell as I plunged into Tartek's gaping wound, the small and big intestines breaking to the unholy horror inside.
Barks and bones covered my head in its entirety. They muzzled my snoot, stuffed my nose, masked my eyes, and sealed my ears. I evidently hated the sensations, but it was necessary.
I couldn't breathe, but asphyxiation was only to t...
So those are the 'designs.' It's AI, but those are more draft than anything for now. Choose which you prefer.
2025-05-24 16:04:09 +0000 UTC View PostIt had been half an hour since my first contact with Charlga Razorflank. And during that time, I got to know her beyond what my fellow Representative Magatha told me.
The Elder Crone had given a pretty accurate representation. After all, as I immediately noticed, they resembled each other, but not a little bit.
I mean, besides being powerful shamans, female and elderly. It said li...
I thought for a long second about how to answer Rexxar. It was for me to do it as a member of the Wild Council.
I couldn't say whatever I wanted without impacting the livelihood of millions.
Still, a part of what the beastmaster said peeved me off something fierce. And this type of thing couldn't be ignored.
I needed to be careful. We were walking on a pane of glass, and I...
'Heat, how only Ursol knows how much I despise you…' With half-closed eyes, I glared at the rising sun, my leathery wings beating against the dry, arid air.
"Wishing death on the sun won't diminish its dastardly rays, my large friend." Chen Stormstout said in a merry tone before continuing to munch on his blade of grass.
I could listen as I grew an equivalent of a whisper phon...
The Wild.
This was an organization born from the alliance of the kaldorei, furbolgs, taurens, and kobolds. It has evolved for the better in the short time since its founding.
Mortal matters were far from the dragons' usual purview, none more so than for the Green Dragonflight, yet this was the greatest exception.
This wasn't solely due to the presence of the night elves, as...
Blood dripped from my teeth and tongue as I breathed hard on the headless corpse of Fandral Staghelm, still pinned to the World Tree.
The head was long gone and resting in my stomach to be crushed and digested; instincts and emotions, with my desire, pushed me to do so.
To eat, to devour until nothing remains.
I never did so until today. Fresh meat was food regardless of t...
Tonight, actions were orchestrated with a complete understanding of the myriad possible results. Time had not been wasted planning; Fandral had made sure of it.
Tyrande Whisperwind's late arrival and subsequent dispute with him had been predicted and expected.
Or so the general idea went, and it would have had the goal to make her see the righteousness of his actions by even a li...
Greenpaw Village was a quaint and picturesque place, the green canopy above letting the sun's soft rays filter through.
Flowers of all shapes and colors grew upon the houses, living plants shaped into logs, if not logs, from the beginning. Butterflies, bees, fireflies, and small spirits flickered around them.
Vegetables, roots, berries, and fruits were abundant; birds and small an...
My claws tapped the brilliant stolon, and a grimace formed on my blood-drenched muzzle.
I had felt it when my mind shortly connected to Undrassil; the nature of the drainage was simple. Unmaking it wasn't quite the opposite.
I had felt the vast quantity of energy when I dived into Undrassil. There were reasons I avoided this root. Oh, one scratch and the likes wouldn't do much.
Undrassil, the Crown of the Under, a World Tree that should have never existed, was a heresy against nature, birthed from the feral mind of a marginally intelligent furbolg.
It was a thing second only to the divine, one no creature like him or his packmates should possess. It wasn't the bear men's place; it went against the order of things.
Yet, Undrassil came to be, resulting fro...
Regrowing a body of Ursoc's proportions from an apple-sized patch of tissue evidently took a long time.
Well, long wasn't the correct term. It wasn't instantaneous. It wouldn't take months or even less so years. There wouldn't be any point otherwise.
But it required a good week and a half of constant monitoring and multiple daily interventions.
It wouldn't be strictly nece...
That's what I theorize a jalgar (the furbolg ancestors) to look like. It's not something you want to mess with.
2025-04-19 15:49:55 +0000 UTC View PostThe crisp air of Grizzly Hills entered my nose as I walked out of the Dream Portal. My knuckles crushed the soft green mosses, as my back paw pads did much the same.
The sight of the taiga, towering pine trees eclipsing all but the tallest trees of Ashenvale. Rolling hills with snow-peaked mountains far from where the rivers of this untamed land were born.
The ancestral home of th...
Neatly folding the letter after thoroughly studying its content, Jaina Proudmoore's icy blue eyes were fixed on the one who had brought it to her.
Rexxar, a strange orc of light brown skin and of size far beyond any she had seen or read about, was closer to an ogre than an orc, and the resemblance didn't stop at his bulk.
Aside from the female bear that followed him, he hadn't com...
"Filthy beasts, still parading as civilized…" Daelin Proudmoore, Grand Admiral of the Admiralty of Kul Tiras, spat as he walked down the vessel's gangway that had transported him from his flagship.
His leather boots thumped against the crude orcish port, his eyes scanning the scene unfolding. It was one of great destruction like many he had witnessed.
Yet unlike any of the p...
Durotar was a harsh land.
It was inhabited by countless dangers, from its dry and hot climate to its unwelcoming landscape, ferocious predators, and hostile races such as the quilboars, harpies, and centaurs.
It had little vegetation, unlike the great forest of Ashenvale and the permanently autumnal North East that was Azshara. Yet Durotar wasn't devoid of vegetation. Though cruel...
"Follow the flow motions, and you will see…" Chen explained in a very good Ursine as he guided my siblings, Softjaw, and a dozen others with even kobolds through the hypnotic dance-like motion of the third form of the 'Wise Serpent.'
I didn't ask the pandaren to teach them how to be monks, or as things were, only the very basics of it. It was an entire discipline that, like any others,...
Within the cool confines of a large tent of high-quality leather, wood, and metal, Magatha scrutinized the male tauren with a broken left horn opposite him.
He was not of the Grimtotem tribe.
He was not a chieftain of any tribe and was a mediocre shaman, given his advanced age, even if he was a proficient warrior.
Yet he was a respected elder of his tribe and to tauren a...
I blinked, and my claws were effortlessly yanked out of the stone I had been pummeling. Chen only raised an eyebrow at that; he was as unruffled as it was physically possible.
"Ohto of the Greenweald, shaman and ursa totemic, what are you? You're no furbolg. I have an idea, but your kind had not been seen in millennia. It is… strange to have you here," I said, studying his reaction.
My claws shifted, and Vandel's strike was reflected, his daggers making sparks on impact as his momentum was broken, and he jumped back.
It was barely enough to dodge my following slap, but two fine lines of blood still formed on his chest from the bladed ends of my middle and index fingers.
He was panting hard, and the scratches I had just made were but two out of a dozen injuri...
I spoke to Malfurion, and I hoped my ideas germinated in his mind, even just a little so that he would act.
Otherwise, it would have been a waste of time beyond mildly defrosting him to the modus operandi of my magic.
If my position had differed, I knew he wouldn't have been so accommodating to me.
He couldn't do anything without pushing boundaries that would end badly for...
Ohto of the Greenweald.
He was a young furbolg with extraordinary capabilities and a distinctive demeanor, who had recently taken a substantial portion of Malfurion's mind.
It was no small feat, given the deplorable state of affairs after the Battle of Mount Hyjal and its devastating aftermath.
Using Nordrassil's blessed enchantments as fuel had immediate and grave repercus...
It had taken me only five days to get back to full health—a record of slowness for me.
The first two days were spent traveling down to Hollowmaw, making the actual recovery even shorter. It was still significantly longer than I got used to, but I also rarely treated bodily damage of that scale, less on myself.
I had been straining my metabolism to keep it going until I arrived....
I flew low to the ground, weaving between structures and plants already present or that Groot was raising. Walls of thorns were grown, and seeds rained down to grow a trail of twisted trees in my wake.
I took sharp turns, shifting up and down, moving erratically with bursts of speed and slowness.
Clouds of puffshrooms' spores periodically poofed to obscure my form and make it dif...
"My eyes… they burn." I heard Jaina's pained voice to my right, and I was in a similar situation, so I healed her after me.
The damages were small; five minutes would have done the trick to clear most of the random blind spots, but eyes were delicate little organs. We couldn't waste time on that.
"Sorry, I didn't have any alternatives. He would want my hide now, though..." I sa...
I weaved through the rain of projectiles, my leathery wings taking minimal damage from their size was angering all the same.
I hissed from the sharp pain but kept on, my eyes and ears wide open on the chaos below.
However, I focused on those skeletal frost dragons above, oblivious to what was above them.
They were pretty rare, just below liches, and like them, they were i...
The 'Great Alliance' was formed, and to put it mildly, it was equally tense and shaky as it had been before, even if now the night elves didn't lead anymore.
Shandris hadn't been a tyrant, nor had she been cruel, but that was the least unpleasant option. It was marginally better. It was an arrangement everyone hated, night elves among all else.
I wouldn't have given free rein...
Life mana coursing through my bladed claw, I clutched the lich's unnaturally sharp-horned skull and unmade it with a snarl. Its screech was blood-curdling and grating as the magic holding it together was unraveled.
Its grotesquely exaggerated bony frame draped in a golden inlaid dark cloak cracked and exploded in a scarlet flash of light and dark frigid–even to me–smoke. The frost co...