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A new challengeWord travels quickly in Azeroth. Even out in the Plaguelands, where I have been based for the last few months assisting the Argent Dawn in their fight against the undead Scourge, I have heard of happenings that have rocked Azeroth and look like changing the futures of myself and many other people.A new challenge
To be honest, I was glad to hear any news at all; I was becoming slightly bored of my work in the Plaguelands, knowing I could make little significant impact alone, but being too solitary a person to wish to join the huge raids into the Naxxramas citadel. I needed a fresh challenge, and in the absence of that, hearing some news was a r
Naomh's storyIn the wreckage a young Draenei slowly began to regain consciousness. Confused and aching, she gradually became aware of a voice asking if she remembered her name...Naomh's story
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"Naomh", declared Nitrin, one of the most acclaimed scholars in Shattrath City. "We should call her Naomh." "Naomh?" asked his wife Jol, "It sounds nice, but is surely no Draenei name. What does it mean?" "I found it when studying an old tongue from a far away world: it means "holy", or "beautiful". She might not turn out as holy as we might wish, but a daughter of yours must surely be beautiful, my dear." Jol laug
Strange happeningsSagart was puzzled. He had been sent to the Irontree Woods by Donova Snowden to obtain some samples from the toxic horrors there. Yet when he arrived he found the place almost overrun by people, mainly Alliance hunters, and hardly a live toxic horror in sight. He was aware that the elementals were widely regarded as a good source of rare and valuable essences, so he could understand some people being there in search of those reagents, but their behaviour stuck him as odd to say the least.Strange happenings
Not one of them took the slightest notice of him; it was almost as if he was invisible. This was perhaps a refreshing change, as Sagart had sad
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"Frankly, I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me." - Hunter S. Thompson
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"Frankly, I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me." - Hunter S. Thompson
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Ethri Feilu Ishton Annith Di Meru Ein Omithilion...
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