Iliera stood beside the unconscious Fÿnn while, slowly, Syanna waved her hands around an arcane spell floating in the air. Over the years, Syanna had proven to be an invaluable ally to Iliera, not just as a member of the Remnants, but as a trusted personal friend. Syanna had dealt with eons… Continue reading Episode 7: The Enchantress Revealed
Whew. Time moves faster than I expect. It feels like just yesterday I was drafting my Thanksgiving post, and now it's almost the midpoint of December! My absence hasn't been for a lack of activity, though, so fear not! In fact, starting today I'll be publishing the second half of my latest WoW Adventures storyline,… Continue reading Still Alive!
Over the last few years, the beginning of winter has started to signal the conclusion our our year. While we still have most of November and December to get through, there's an element that 2018 has reached its final stages. As we approach these final days, the winter air sweeps in and the gloomy dark… Continue reading Thanksgiving 2018
Iliera burst through the surface of the water and nearly cleared ten feet of air. Below her, a small whale was trying to escape her clutches, having successfully thrown her from it’s back moments before. It squealed in panic and Iliera honestly felt terrible that she was wrestling the… Continue reading Episode 6: A Whale of a Tale (Pt. 2)
The mood in Stormwind was jovial. The Legion was defeated. That was a victory, no matter the whispers of darkness or concern coming out of Silithus. Aebaloth didn’t care for any of it. He sat at a rundown bar in the dwarvan district and rubbed a piece of raw… Continue reading Episode 5: A Whale of a Tale (Pt. 1)
The dry desert air of Silithus was no more forgiving at night. As the heat of the sun died down, frigid winds would blow that could freeze a man to the bone. Of course, while Fÿnn and Aremadiel shivered in the front, Dhespair walked behind them with no issue. They had scouted the desert for… Continue reading Episode 4: The Horde Intent
On a rocky ledge, not far from the temple of Karabor, an orc and draenei were laying flat against the ground. The draenei’s eyes were closed and his palms were flat against the rocky soil. The orc was looking toward the temple with a spyglass. “You know, Wave, if they spot me I’m as good… Continue reading Episode 3: Darkness in the Light