Stories from Azeroth

The sound of battle at the outskirts of the city was getting louder and louder. Archmage Samaeus could hear air burning and explosions as enemy mages were flinging their fireballs. Metal hitting metal when a sword struck a defending construct. Loud rumbling of the wheels as the huge launchers rolled over the streets. Demons roared. Civilians cried for help.   The enemy that had been infiltrating Suramar for weeks had launched a massive offensive. Alliance and Horde together. And from the sounds of it, it was not going well for the Nightborne defending their city.   Samaeus was trying to concentrate in his sanctum, but even the silencing spells couldn't keep the sounds of the battle out. Arcane tomes were scattered around the floor, he was frantically flipping pages to search for powerful enchantments, runes, and spells that he could still use if the enemy managed to push further into the city. Nightwell bless us, this is not going well , he thought to himself. "Sire", he...

The pale moon was shining through the dirty glass window as Amarïs was lying on the bed wide awake. The fire in the fireplace was slowly turning into ashes, and the room was getting colder. Amarïs felt his pulse slowly adjusting, and his naked, purple skin felt cooling as sweat evaporated and dried. He adjusted his legs, but the human-sized bed was too short for the tall Night Elf. The couple on his both sides had fallen asleep exhausted from the playful evening but in their sleep they had hogged all the covers to keep their own naked bodies warm. The female on his right had rolled onto her side and turned her back towards Amarïs while the male on his left was snoring silently on his stomach. Shanna and Broyle they had introduced themselves earlier, downstairs in the dining hall of Goldshire Inn. "Traveling merchants of exquisite spices", Broyle had bowed with a jest. The couple were celebrating a deal with the inn to deliver a monthly supply of spices around the world. The p...