One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 3

She couldn’t remember how long it took her to pass out, thirsty, exhausted, and–above all else–pained. But when she awoke it was with a smack of a palm against her face, “You’ve been sleeping on the job,” that now familiar, hateful voice told her. The only...

One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 2

The next few hours were but a blur, though she could remember the brutish Ryzkar lifting her limply retching form up off the ground and flashes of him carrying her back to the camp in the dark of night. She jarred to consciousness inside a large command tent for a...

Every Beginning is Also an End

As the horse-drawn carriage pulled up along the country road, the two misty eyed sylvari within gazed out to the source of the rising smoke trail. Looking simply distraught, the well-dressed male–attired in human clothes, an expensive mix of black, white and...

One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 1

Even amongst the beastial charr, his own kind, Ryzkar was a large figure. His large, clawed feet thumped loudly upon the soil as he stalked away from the main camp towards his destination. He’d just seen off the party of secretive Ash cronies he commanded in his...

Honeymoon

Andulin struggled to shut the tent door, but the fierce wind and blowing rain pelting her, hampered her efforts. Finally, with some force of strength, she brought the two flaps together and drew them tight, tying them back together more securely this time. The large...

Dark Ceremonies

Secluded in Darkshire, away from the prying eyes of the Horde, the company of Burning Tusks met in the shadows. Towering over the grove was the statue of some ancient pink skin hero, and a series of benches surrounding the rectangular stone slab in the centre. The...