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(( did you miss the tormented parts? * evil grin* mwhaaaa))It hurt from a hundred bleeding cuts on her exposed back.The excruciating pain made her writhe, as she lay there, broken, her upper body sprawled on the metal table. She could take no more, yet the blessed oblivion wouldn't come. She felt the man's hands wrapping around her neck while he torn her apart...she couldn't breathe, her lungs

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The scent of freshly torn grass rose in the air as Laandra crawled a little bit further, under the cover of the tick vegetation. Daria followed, moving as carefully as she had done, until they both stood flat on their bellies, the valley which nestled the ruins of Ordil'aran unfolding in front of their eyes.And quite an activity was there, despite the twilight, Laandra thought, with a sharp

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" We have to withdraw and leave the humans to their own business". The Ranger tucked away the piece of parchment, a look of concern washing over his features as he straightened his back and signaled to one of his men. " The order was given three days ago by the Convocation of Silvermoon. We are leaving."" I'm not."He looked over his shoulder to see who had spoken, then let out a sigh, meeting the

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"Raene!"The Kaldorei rose in a single move, almost scared at the sound of the voice that seemed to come out of nowhere, brutally interfering in her meditation. Her wolf growled, and she put instinctively a protective hand on his head, to soothe him. She recognized almost instantly the silhouette standing in front of her. Quite short for one of her people, that usually had massive, tall frames,

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Stripes, the mist saber sprang forward, as if glad to find herself at last back to her lands, far from the desolated,dead quiet fields of the Plaguelands. Laandra patted the big cat's head with affection. She was a gift from Raene Wolfrunner herself and had proved a loyal and trustworthy companion in many difficult situations. Leaning against the furry back of the panther, Laandra allowed her

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It was the sound of the waves that woke her up a little after midnight. She lay on the sea weed mattress, eyes closed, listening as the waters rolled relentlessly over the beach, crushing against the few rocks scattered around the harbor. The soft breeze that entered through the curtains brought mixed odors of salt and algae and fish...and dead shells of creatures scattered in the sand.She had

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(( a bit of wrapping up before moving to the next stage...which involves, you may have guessed, trips to Ashenvale and Darkshire))."Leave us alone", Lor'themar Theron suddenly said to the guards. The massive doors had barely been closed when, picking up something from the bag he carried, Eireannan threw it casually down, on the fancy decorated table between themselves."Here's your bloody mess."

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There was power.As he carefully made his way over the blighted soil of Deatholme he felt it throbbing in the back of his head. The place was packed up with strong magic, the ley lines converging towards the tower that rose threateningly in the middle of the citadel. He could trace them in his mind, the energy of the land itself converted into something more powerful, yet so dark it sent shivers

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A soft rustle of wind passed through the branches of the half dead trees, making the sickly looking leaves rustle.The sound of large, boneless wings fluttering somewhere over his head. A mist bat.The wind shifted again, this time bringing in the foul scent of death, from the blighted soil of the Scar. Eireannan tilted his head back to look at the massive walls of the fortress that dominated the

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(WARNING! This one is very graphical and includes depiction of rape and torture.Also it comes directly after Shadows...lazy me for not reposting)"It happened after the crash" , she said, softly. Speaking about such things wasn't easy, Eireannan thought. Finding the right words. Facing your nightmares. Laandra quivered a little in his arms, trying to focus. "But I think the story starts before

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Lor’themar Theron paced back and forward, anger showing in his stance and the way in which he spoke. The words were still measured, but uttered through gritted teeth, as he turned back again, towards the elf standing near the window.“You have killed – in – public – an important person…”Eireannan gave him a blank look. He wore his plain dark clothes, a white runecloth bandage, noticeable through

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((this is mature and sexually explicit so please, if you don't think you can stand it or you are under age, DON'T read)).He woke up under her kiss.Desperate, urgent, as her hands cupped his face, preventing him for turning away.She has crawled onto him with all her weight and the scent of magic was so deep, so rich that he could barely refrain himself from tapping hard into it. “Laan…”He tried to

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“Eriean?”Her voice was meek in the silence of the room. He turned and she could see it clearly on his face that he was in pain as well.Yes there was pain, Eireannan thought, as if aware of what was going on in her mind.And there was nothing he was able to do to relieve it. He remembered the insane rush through Stratholme he’d done the day before, after the events in Tranquilien. Went in alone,

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It was dark.The flickering light of the candle too weak to dissipate the shadows that stack into the corners and hung heavily upon them.Laandra lay curled, face towards the wall, eyes wide open. Her breathing short and shallow, as memories rushed through her mind, in much more vivid detail than she had ever wished. She felt thirsty.She had refused to eat or even drink anything over the past two

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((same as before, a bit graphical and violent, depiction of death. Nothing exaggerated.))The man laughed arrogantly, evidently pleased by the obvious display of fear in Laandra's eyes.“Do you remember sugar, what we used to do to those like you?”Laandra didn't move. Her expression was frozen; eyes locked somewhere far away to things the others two could not see. The blood elf made a move to grab

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(( this one and the next one are twisted and quite a bit graphical, so if you have problems with a some violence being displayed don't read...))Cruelty. Mercilessness. Darkness.It’s like a switch has been turned into her mind and now memories are pouring, suffocating. Pain. Shame. Despair. Agony.The strong scent of blood as the knife rips again through her flesh, and her body is slammed into the

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Tranquilien was no longer the friendly little town it used to be. The name sounded more like a stupid joke, Eireannan thought, looking around himself. Half ruined , half repaired buildings, covered in moss, a few Silvermoon guards and a handful of Forsaken that carry the trades.Well, tranquil it was.From time to time, the sound of battle emerged from the watch post which guarded the narrow path

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The piece of paper lay crumpled by his side. From the vantage point where he stood, on top of the Windrunner Spire, he could see the sea.No longer was the place roamed by vengeful ghosts, as it had been during the first years after the war. Young adventurers had slain them all by now, allowing the restless spirits to enter the peace of the after world.Or the nether, for the matter. He still

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(( in decent script, after tiring attempts at deciphering the writing))Dear Ei'an,It i just now that I have some time to write to you to say I am fine. I am staying in Astranaar and went hunting...*chuckle* there is so much green forest here that I never thought it were possible. And peaceful as well, though I miss you badly. But maybe you were right this time - and this time only- it's good to

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Most dear Laandra,There has been a long time since I have not heard of you. There was some rumor about you being in Ashenvale not long ago, yet I can not believe that you would have come here and not pay a visit to us in Astranaar.Then it was the human that brought us tidings, that you are running an assignment from your blessed Prophet somewhere in the East. I know it must be important, yet I

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There were two letters waiting for them in Soutshore; one for her, and one for Eireannan. Funny how, Laandra thought, despite the turmoil this world had experienced of late, correspondence seemed to always make its way towards the addresses.Probably because the goblins made such good money by running the postal services. And then, there was also this habit, to entrust a letter to some barely met

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Stepping through the Shepherd's Gate for the first time in seven years, Eireannan was surprised by the decadent opulence of the city. Oh, Silvermoon had always been astonishing with luxurious buildings, sparkling fountains, and green parks. But now it felt differently, packed with chained crystals filled with magic energies, floating spires and castles and the omnipresent arcane patrollers,

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Dawn is a strange thing in the Ghostlands. Maybe because the light is never so strong so as to wash away the mists and the shadows that lingers over the lands. The air seems filled with an ominous premonition, chilling to the bone, like the howls of wolves and the rustling of great spiders through the trees.This land is not dead, neither alive…-----Her breathing is soft and relaxed, as she lays

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"I ain't going nowhere!""Oh yes, you are!""No I ain't!""Yes you are!""You can't throw me away like that!""I'm not throwing you away...I'm trying to protect you!""I don't need to be protected...""...look at you!" ( dragging her to the cracked mirror, which hangs on the wall, as she put up a fight and tries to wrestle free her arm)." I said look at you! You're a bloody mess!""I'm fine. I'm not

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He feels he'll suffocate if he spends even one more minute in the Undercity.Eireannan hurries through the narrow passages and corridors, pushing aside everything that stays in his path, dead or alive. Thoughts roam in his head like angry buzzards.Of course Lothemar agreed. They were rumored to be lovers before the Plague and he was her second in command. Saw her die. Risen as a banshee.I wonder

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((and the twisted continuation to the twisted part :)) )He looked slightly better than last time. At least the deadly palour was gone and there was some life sparkling in the green eyes. And of course, there was no joy to see her. But then who would long to meet her, the walking corpse that she had become?!“What a surprise”, she commented, bitterly. “I thought you were lost for good this time.”“

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((still a twisted one, I know))Head spinning from all the wine she’d drank during the night, Sylvanas Windrunner carefully made her way on the paved alley, guarded by stone walls that led away from the Sunwell and the music and rumour of the party.“Easy”, Eireannan said, as her foot slipped on one of the cobblestones and she was ready to fall. She chuckled, feeling absolutely careless and above

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There is no safe place.No haven for us. We just have to keep on fighting.The thought of ever losing you sickens me. These walls seem so heavy now, after the forests of Ashenvale. Crushing me under their weight, until I feel I can not breathe any longer and I am one of them. I keep thinking of you, though as I descend into this darkness and the only meaningful sound is the one of my steps.Now it's

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It's just a memory.The dead do not care of such things.Yet she remembers the colors, and the forms, the deep sunset that engulfes Silvermoon into rich light, as the banquet has just started in the gardens of the Sunfury Spire, not far from the Sunwell.---She would go past the groups, smiling and nodding to the left or to the right. The music was nearly overwhelming for the senses, and the

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May Light take mercy of our souls..." But then, where the fel are you, Eireannan Saralonde?"Stirring again to change her position, Laandra opened her eyes, enough to see the bruised face of Daria, only centimeters away. The place was humid, cold, and unfriendly. But the real issue were the noises. And the sickening smell of death. She sat upright in the bed, her back against the wall, huddling

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None of them talked about what had happened, during the following days.As time passed, they continued their way through Duskwood and Redrige Mountains, following side roads at night and sleeping during the day, to avoid Alliance patrols. Otherwise, traveling was pleasant, almost relaxing, Eireannan thought, a luxury they were going to miss soon, as the hardest part of their journey, the Searing

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Eireannan woke up unusually late, when the sun was already up in the sky. Leaning over her body, he saw Laandra was still deep asleep, her breathing steady and calm. A sudden wave of dizziness engulfed him, as he remembered the unlikely events of the night, the guilt in her eyes, her shivering, as he held her throughout the hours that followed, until she eventually drifted off into an uneasy

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((next 2 posts are again from the "Oh so twisted" - "creepy" category. But I just felt like writing them so...criticism is welcome and expected))It must be a dream.As they sit, both of them, on a blanket near the half ruined stove, in the flickering light of the candle, sharing stories and thoughts. Duskwood forests are quiet around them, around the abandoned farm, in which they have found

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Salty water.Jungle.Trolls. Raptors.Murlocs.Some more jungle.The good part about Booty Bay is that the goblins are willing to close their eyes to one's business as long as you remember to slip them one coin or two more for their services.The bad part is that there are so many people there, Horde and Alliance, not to mention the pirates, the rogues and all other sorts of scum - and so many dark

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( This is a bit sadistic though...)We're safe. There's a bounty on your head in STW. SC spies all around. Watch your back.As she drank a second glass of wine, huddled in a dark corner of the tavern, the hood of her cloak pulled down to her eyes, Daria mentally reviewed the contents of the short message she had sent earlier to Booty Bay.If Ei'an would have enough mind to take that route, she

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“We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.” Kenji MiyazawaTime passed. In that remote corner of Ashenvale, it held no meaning anyway.It was only the forest, arching above them, singing with a thousand voices, as they lay in the grass, side by side.Rising her hand in front of her eyes, she dreamily looked at the shallow scar

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((continued))Laandra blinked at him dizzily, then raised a hand to feel at the back of her head and grimaced."Great, now there comes the third horn", she said, matter of factly."Tell me I'm not dreamin'."" You are not", Eireannan assured her, his voice betraying a slight trace of amusement now. She shivered."That thing...the demon...""Gone.""Good", Laandra muttered, her body suddenly relaxing,

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((continued))" Most unexpected", the satyr commented, stepping by Laandra's unconscious body and craning his neck to see better in the darkness inside the cottage. With a casual gesture, he lightened the small candle on the table near the door. "Yet what a pity...A follower of the Light...the taste of corruption slowly spreading to her soul...that would have been delightful..."Eireannan withdrew

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((continued)).She busied herself with the plants for what seemed like hours. When she had finished sorting and arranging them, each in its proper pot, it was already darkening. Straightening her long, slender members Laandra yawned a bit. The evenings were cold in that place,near the mountains, so she would have to make the fire, again. She was just making herself ready to leave the relative

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There is indeed no Light. No powers that be, to guide our steps into the world and save us from the evil that lurks at every corner.No one to listen to whispered prayers in the evening. In the end we are all alone. We live alone and die alone and temptation follows us every day.Yet I believe in the small light that lives inside of us that puts us through the day and makes us wake up in the

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It was not easy.Hell, she hadn't expected it to be.Entering the Monastery was one thing. Fighting their way through it to find Eireannan was a totally different one. Daria had picked up only five or six people to join them, in an attempt to minimize the losses of lives, should they have failed.Which was very probable and yet not an option, Laandra had thought, all the night before, while

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The woman came out of the tavern in Southsore after midnight, her steps unsure. She carefully made her way to the road, as she staggered a bit, trying to get accustomed to the darkness.There was suddenly a rush of movement from behind her and she swirled back, sword at the ready, her eyes wide with disbelief."You" she growled. " You...here...after all...you've done...!"Laandra had to jump back to

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It hurts.How can it hurt so much when his body is already numb, as he lays down, face against the cold stones of the pavement?He keeps telling to himself she's fine. They were going to return her to her own people. Far from the torture and the agony that never stops.She does not suffer,and he's grateful for that to the powers that be, as he tries in vain to will his thoughts away from his prison,

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She hears the cries from far away. Letting packages fall from her arms, she draws the sword and starts running up the hill, her breathing fast and shallow as the ominous premonition of disaster clenches her throat.Peering through the decayed trees to see the house.Torches burning everywhere.And there are so many of them, soldiers of the Scarlet Crusade...She would go closer, but she knows it's no

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The hours passed by slowly, while they stayed near the fire, awaiting for Daria to return. It was warm and pleasant inside and Laandra felt so tired after the journey that, despite her efforts, she soon drifted into sleep. Her face buried into his shirt, fingers grasping at the sleeve. Eireannan sighed, slowly tracing with just the tips of his fingers the perfect line of her lips. He caught sight

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They rode back nearly in silence for hours, and Daria used the time to set her wandering thoughts into proper order.Alliance!And with a tail...By Arthas' sword, weren't there any other women left in Azeroth to pick from?She was cute though, she admitted after a while. Soft looking skin, nicely carved features, slender, tall and gracious. A deep, warm smile, that could melt a block of ice. Or

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Erieannan rushed up the road, the feeling of sickness welling inside of him, together with excitement and nervousness. It had been years since he felt that, more precisely since he dared, for the first time, to ask Niniel Ain'Ethil, the Ranger, go with him for a walk in the deep sunset of Quel'Thalas.It made him be annoyed and yet surprised. The world had fallen to ruin and destruction around

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"Ei'an?"Daria's voice sounded a bit sleepy as she turned on her side, on the blanket, putting her right arm under her head.The house was silent, with only the sound of wood crackling into the fire and the howling of the wind outside. Not really a house, the young woman thought, more of a ruin, laying on the border of Ghostlands and Plaguelands. They had all decided it was time to take a break. No

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Leaving is always hard. Forgiveness seems so too. Forgetting is even worse....and her own life lies down into shards......but there is still hope, Laandra thinks, leaning over the edge of the boat to look into the deep blue-green waters of the Veiled Sea.Behind her, Azuremyst coast disappears into the mists and with a sigh she straightens her back, brushing off her old robes and stares forward

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I stay in front of Prophet Velen, my hands humbly crossed into my lap.He made me rise from where I knelt and sit down, on one of the high-back chairs, while he's taken the other.The only thing I can stare at are my fingers.But the Prophet slowly extends a hand and raises my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.Here in the Vault of Lights, my entire madness seems to far away and I feel ashamed

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There was light at the windows.People gathered inside the little house, Vaalatu, and Tolaan, Anchorite Fateema and Vindicator Corin, under whom she had served when she had barely joined the Hand.Laandra climbed up the path and opened the door. They all turned on the spot and looked at her, their faces betraying uneasiness and insecurity...as if she were a dangerous species of corrupted being,

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"Two more days...That's all that I'm asking for..."Damn Erieannan for his choice of travel routes, Laandra thinks, as she surveys their surroundings with a critical eye.No more enemies in sight.Well, being ambushed by the Syndicate upon Nortfolk Manor isn't the worse thing she'd actually been through her life. She can still remember the terrifying moments spent with the worgen of Ashenvale.They

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"Mother"...Sygnya's little whimpering voice made Laandra emerge from her troubled dream.Had it been a dream?She opened her eyes, blinking quickly as daylight seemed to blind her. She laid on the ground, in the exact position in which she had fallen. Small, cold hands, touching her forehead, her cheeks."Mother..." " I'm not your mother", Laandra thought, heavily managing to rise to a sitting

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catch me as i fallsay you're here and it's all over nowspeaking to the atmosphereno one's here and i fall into myselfthis truth drives me into madnessi know i can stop the pain if i will it all away Evanescence - WhisperLaandra Seth'Aran, Mage of the Hand of Argus...She clings to this tiny bit of understanding, as consciousness fails her. Down she goes, falling through nothingness, and yet there

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It is one of the corrupted treants.Closer and closer it comes to the helpless girl and Sygnya screams again, and again, calling out her name.From where she is, too far, near the road, Laandra watches impotently the scene, almost pinned to the ground by the sudden wave of despair.How can she draw the creature away from her child?Her mind races, yet she feels she cannot think.It's like being

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Sygnya wouldn't stay on the path, no matter how much Laandra called after her. They had left home early in the morning, leaving Tolaan lay sleepy in the bed. Of course, he had tried to change her mind, the evening before, when Laandra had expressed her wish to go alone to Azure Watch."It's still dangerous out there", he had pleaded with her. " Crazed lashers and bears and Light knows what. This

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" You look worried, my love..."Shaking her head, Laandra engrossed herself even more in the mundane activity of cooking. She would have preferred Tolaan to stay longer in Azure Watch, but with things pretty well set up all around the island now, there were not as many things to do as they used to be, when she was younger.She felt moody and didn't actually want to talk to him. Surely, it was all

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She wakes up a little after dawn.The sun is already up above the horizon and the bed covers are rayed with sun. Her senses still dimmed, she turns on her side, to inhale the fresh scent of wild flowers that comes through the open window.It all feels so quiet.Finally, she decides to get out of the bed, sliding into some clothes, nothing fancy, a simple shirt and a pair of brown trousers. As she

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"I will say unto the Light, Thou art my hope, and my stronghold; in you will I trust. For You shall deliver me from the snare of the hunter, and from the noisome pestilence. You shall defend me under your wings, and I shalt be safe under your feathers; your faithfulness and truth shall be my shield and buckler. I shalt not be afraid for any terror by night, nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

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How long has it been?Days? It seems like months.Attacking, falling back to the trees, eventually retreating. Each step back they make, a step forward for the enemy.And now there they stay, on the verge of despair, all defenses failing...Arthas has discovered their little base, hidden within the woodland. The scourge pours on them from all sides, wreaking chaos and destruction. Ghouls, skeletons,

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She had expected Erieannan to do something reckless. Leave immediately. Yell at her. Threaten.Yet, he had just laid back, staring at the ceiling, which he could not actually see in the dark." I had never hidden', he muttered. " Everything I did was stated out openly. The Shadow Moon have not - at least not willingly - hurt any innocents...I even tried to temper Sylvanas a little, but our Dark

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Laandra woke up in darkness and blindly held out her hand to touch him.Luckily, Eireannan wasn't far. She felt him tense, as reality came back to him, in one split second...then, with a sigh, he let himself fall back against the pillow." You've dreamed again', she said,softly.He didn't answer, only nodded. It was too dark to guess his expression. But only remembering the glimpses she'd had while

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"They are so many"...Standing on the outer wall of Silvermoon, they could easily see the fires burning in the distance. Another village destroyed. Survivors had long fled behind the walls of the city, to safety. "Don't worry", Niniel said, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning forward, to look down. " Our defenses will not be broken"." I've seen these ...creatures at work, already". The

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Erieannan was right. His cooking had not improved from last time, but it was still much better than conjured bread. Not that she was hungry. She felt rather dizzy, awkwardly disconnected from the real world, her breathing shallow and painful from the wound in the chest. However, Erieannan was right.She needed to recover some strength, so she forced herself to swallow the food.It was all a mess,

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When Laandra woke up, the room was filled with the warm light of sunset. She lay in a bed, covered with a soft blanket up to her chin. Forcing herself upwards, she discovered she only wore a white shirt…definitely not hers, yet its scent was strangely familiar to her nostrils. It only came half her thighs and Laandra hesitated before stepping out of the bed, in the friendly quietness of the room.

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Laandra’s chest heaved heavily. She still lay face down in the grass, while the sounds of the fight and the screams slowly died around herself. She couldn’t move. The world was spinning around herself, like a madman’s carousel. Awkward how she remembered now all sorts of little things forgotten over the years. A summer day on Azuremyst Isle. The splendor of sunset on Rahnajar Isle. The color of

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Pain struck Erieannan Sarálondë as he was just engaging the necromancer. He barely had time to call for his Voidwalker, who instantly sacrificed, offering him a temporary shield to fend off the curses of the enemy.Erieannan knelt, hands against the blighted soil, trying to gather his strength. The shield waned in the exact moment when he sprang back to his feet. He avoided a shadow bolt and

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Death is strange.Coldness that creeps into her body from the ground she lays on.Wind softly brushing through her hair, the fresh scent of grass and rain and sunset in a long summer's day.And the never ending screams of agony as people keep falling around.Death is forgetfulness and deliverance. Yet pain persists in her numb body, as if not willing to give up its pray.Death is absence, but she can

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you don't remember me but i remember youi lie awake and try so hard not to think of youbut who can decide what they dream?and dream i do...Evanescence - 'Taking over me'"We are under attack! We're under attack!"The boy, scared and exhausted ran into the inn, yelling.""They're coming!The horde...orcs and undead...they're here!"Laandra almost jumped out of the bed, hearing the screams downstairs,

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Strength lasted enough to make it out of the Undercity.Not sufficiently to be able to summon his felsteed.He just walked blindly on the road, once the main way to the Capital of Lordaeron, now decayed and covered in grass. Daria followed him closely, her knees badly shaking and ghostly pale.It actually lasted enough to get out of sight from the ruins of the city, before sending him to vomit into

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Walking with the dead, Eireannan thought bitterly as he descended in the catacombs of the former Capital City, avoiding, as usual, to stare for to long at its denizens.Most of them where his own kin. Many he had known alive. Yet he could not stop himself wishing that the dead stayed dead and buried. Their presence made the thin line he already stepped on become even thinner. Good and evil had

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Days were all the same.The void inside. Pain.By now he'd became so used to it it didn't even bother him anymore. He went through the constant routine of waking up after nights with too little sleep, eating scarcely in Light forgotten inns, traveling on side roads across the land and burning down the minions of the Scourge.At least that still made him feel something.Two weeks of hiding from this

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Leaving Azuremyst this time, Laandra did not look back.After two not so restful nights spent at Azure Watch inn, she had packed back neatly her belongings in less than an hour.Not that she had much things to worry about...a couple of clean shirts, some food and drink and a rich assortment of bandages, potions and herbs. All tugged in her weathered backpack, along with some other rubbish and some

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Eireannan did not sleep.He lay awake by her side, long after Laandra had drifted away in a quiet and peaceful sleep. It felt as if being washed on the edge of the world by a storming sea, Erieannan thought. She had snuggled to him, her breathing calm and steady and he could even feel her heartbeats, as she had laid a hand across his chest. “You are alone and you will die alone…”All the things he

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"Shhh", Laandra whispered. Her finger against his lips demanded silence.He had expected her to go away.After all she was free.But Laandra moved closer, so close now that he felt her warmth, sneaking through his own chilled body.She had expected herself to go. Leave that damn place, get lost into the night and the blizzard...not that she was afraid of it. Run away from this man, from his

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Demons don't go away that easy. He had fought with the burning desire for her energy for hours, before managing to get uneasily asleep.But there was no peace there either. Not for him.In his dreams, Silvermoon fell again and again under the march of the Scourge. He could see himself desperately searching through the ashes, when the enemy had retreated and they came back to bury their dead. But

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"So, what's your name?" Erieannan asked after some time, hoping his voice had sounded at least close to normal, without the trembling he could still feel deep in his core.She gave him a circumspect look."Laandra. Laandra Seth'Aran."He raised a brow and she saw it."Not my real name", Laandra explained, with a faint smile. "It was given to me by some Kaldorei friends, back in Ashenvale. I've lost

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Laandra woke up in darkness. She laid down by a wall of the cave, closely huddled in a thick, woolen, fur lined cloak. It felt warm and good and the searing pain was long gone. A fire burnt a little further, in the middle of the confined space. Her senses suddenly awaken, she got up, ready to fight. She saw staff lying by her improvised bed and placed a hand to it, as if the magic within the

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She should have run while she had the time. But she was no coward. Even if that meant certain gruesome death.She watched mesmerized as the warlock extended his hand and called out a spell in demonic. Then it all went black.As the rippling pain coursed through her body, making her unable to move, to think, to even cry, Laandra went limp and fell face down in the snow. Coldness surrounded her while

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He was just passing through the snowy ravine, hoping the blizzard would not start until he was able to make it to some shelter.The land was covered in ice and frozen snow, so he had dismounted his felsteed and contented himself with walking. The imp was trudging behind him, muttering curses under his breath, for being made to wander on such a terrible weather.The little demon was the first to

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Blinking away her tears, Laandra climbed further, oblivious at the thorns that tore at her clothing and left small, bleeding wounds all over her arms. She went deeper and deeper into Moongraze Woods that towered upon Azure Watch. Desperately wishing she could just get far enough from the place that used to be her home...no, not from there, far enough from herself, her twisted, stupid emotions..."

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Erieannan Sarálondë stood atop the peak that oversaw the ruins of Strahnbrad and his eyes wandered restlessly along the misty lines of the mountains. It snowed heavily. Despite his heavy fur-lined cloak, Erieannan felt cold.Chilled through the bone, as one of the mindless undead creatures of the Scourge that roamed through Tirisfal Glades or Silverpine. What was the difference between him and one

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Blighted land.Oh, how he hated blighted land…Blighted land, cruel and desolated where farms and villages and lush forests once grew. So many places of the world he had seen, some thriving, others fallen to ruin and destruction, invaded by vegetation or burnt down to ashes. But not even the barren fields of Desolace, where he had journeyed once, long before, could make him feel that utter

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Laandra Seth'aran, Mage of the Hand of Argus.It had come quite naturally, since she did not really have any inclination for the arts of pure combat. Of course, she would have liked to be a healer, a holy priest or a shaman, but her real inclination was towards the elemental powers and she could still remember the moment when Vaalatu had stopped her when passing by in the streets of Azure Watch.“

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" My dear, dear girl" Vaalatu said, her face radiating with joy as Laandra approached her. The elder woman was bent over a basket of herbs, carefully sorting them. She wiped away her hands on her skirts, then reached out and gave Laandra an almost suffocating hug."You've grown up" she said afterwards, pushing Laandra away so as to be able to study her. "New haircut, fancy robes and that look on

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Laandra did not remember much of her life before the crash of the Exodar. Of course, stories of the Outland and the siege on Tempest Keep were being shared among all the Draenei survivors, but apart from that bit of collective history, her mind was void.Her only vivid memory was waking up in a pile of wreckage. She had wandered for a while, back and forth, calling out for anyone that might hear

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Laandra stepped on the pier and, raising her hands upon her head took a deep breath. Under the soft light of the morning sun, Azuremyst Isle appeared quiet and peaceful, a place of untamed beauty.The wind ruffled her hair and Laandra smiled. From the same pier, so many seasons ago, she had set forth to Darkshore, carrying a message to the night elves. One of the Hand then, still one of the Hand

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Sarid de Vera Lonza couldn’t sleep again. The room seemed suddenly too big and too cold, silence frightening her. Warning whispers in the back of her mind and the bad dreams, as usual when her husband was away…Nothing to do, just wait and hope, always hope for the best. The tiny flame of the candle was almost gone. The last cut. Gazing at the wall Sarid counted the long hours of the night.

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Still desiring, we live without hope. [It., Senza speme vivemo in desio.] Dante - Inferno (IV, 42)Pain. So much pain.His consciusness fights hard to retain control over the broken body. Every muscle, every bone aches terribly and would give up, collapsing under its own weight if it were not for the glimpse of will that – still – keeps him together.Yet, the pain grows stronger until he knows

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Am scris candva despre Homo Corporatus. Astazi aleg o alta "mutatie' nascuta din somnul ratiunii globalizate, si anume Oaia corporatista. Pai da, oaia, nu numai pentru ca se asorteaza mai bine in peisajul politic romanesc ( atentie, cliseu) ci si pentru ca spiritul de turma exercita o fascinatie aparte asupra mea. Un 'murphism' nu foarte celebru sustine ca omul, luat individual, mai e cum mai e,

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(I am your spoken truth, I am the lies in you. I am your lighted way, and I'm your darkest day.*)Through this window frame world seems so little nowhere to run away and hideI choke on words left unsaid burning through my blood throbbing in my veins over and over.I still am unbroken.* Lyrics from 'I am'- Godsmack

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Campania pentru europarlamentare a fost...cetoasa. Atat de cetoasa si de lipsita de vizibilitate incat, gandindu-ma ca peste doua zile e scrutinul stau si ma intreb si eu precum turmentatul cetatean ce facea deliciul piesei lui Caragiale : " Eu cu cine votez?"La televizor nu prea stiu ce-a fost, fiindca fac alergie la talk-show-uri si dezbateri televizate. Cred ca Murphy spunea ca daca individual

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What mystical animal are you?GriffinYou are a griffin strong and graceful Click Here to Take This QuizQuizzes and Personality Tests

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What color is your soul painted?PurpleYour soul is painted the color purple, which embodies the characteristics of sensuality, spirituality, creativity, wealth, royalty, nobility, mystery, enlightenment, arrogance, gaudiness, mourning, confusion, pride, delicacy, power, meditation, religion, and ambition. Purple falls under the element of Earth, and was once a European symbol of royalty; today it

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Daca in ultima vreme am tot umblat pe net dupa diverse, iata si o colectie de link-uri interesante pe care le-am strans...dupa interese si obiective, fireste, dar poate, cine stie, se vor dovedi folositoare si altcuiva decat mie :http://www.tutor2u.net/default.asp Sinteze de economie, sociologie, politica, religie,ITC.http://stattrek.com/Lesson1/Intro.aspxPentru cei obsedati de "hypothesis

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NumbnessI cannot spell words of shadow silence grows inside the circle three times a circle , nine times a wallrain drops cling to the window, wipe them away, like that, effortlessly as you would crush a dreamit’s just another page of the book no one will read one day…morning shrinks under the grey sky.

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10« Imposibil ».Ar fi vrut să se ridice, să reia testul, de la capăt. Lângă ea, pe terminal, căutarea continua, nebună, oarbă…Faliile interdimensionale erau subţiri. Principiile Trecerii fuseseră expuse teoretic cu cel puţin 350 de ani în urmă. Tehnologia însă nu fusese folosită…până când izbucnise Teroarea.Duşmanul care venea de nicăieri.Işi amintea una dintre sesiunile de pregătire prin care

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9Alerga printr-un coridor îngust. Luminile se stinseseră şi tot ce auzea erau propriii paşi şi bătăile precipitate ale inimii. Deodată se opri. Înaintea sa, zgomotul unei prăbuşiri răsunase înfundat. Pământul începu să-i tremure sub picioare. Dându-se puţin înapoi căută sprijinul unui perete…numai că peretele nu mai era acolo. Zidurile se topeau, de parcă ar fi fost făcute din ceară şi se trezi

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8Femeia se plimba pe malul apei ca şi cum nimic din ceea ce era în jurul ei nu ar fi avut vreo importanţă. Colţul în care se găseau era format de un cot al râului, ce ascundea oraşul. O vegetaţie luxuriantă înăbuşea zgomotele autostrăzii din apropiere şi crea un sentiment de izolare şi pace.Nu că el ar fi căutat izolarea. Era singurul element constant al existenţei sale, gândi Aiden, cu zilele

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