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For members and allies of the Shrouded Dawn in World of Warcraft. Dedicated to protecting Azeroth from its enemies and itself.
As those of you who were able to attend the meeting in Fallen Earth already know, Trixana/Kemena/Rose Kershaw and I are retiring from MMOs for the foreseeable future.
Hey everyone! As stated in this thread here, I am trying to gather people from all of Invicta who would enjoy a little break from MMOs from time to time to come play a FPS or two. Anyone is welcome and if you are interested, please reply to the link listed above.
This Monday, May 31st, 2010 at 8 Central/9Eastern we'll be gathering and playing Combat Arms.
((For those not familiar, Voltuk is the imp for my warlock character, Banagan. Voltuk has had a couple of little side adventures and I thought some people would like to see the most recent. I may get around to reposting the old Voltuk stories if there's an interest.))
Banagan had barely materialized in the floating city of Dalaran when Voltuk appeared beside him. Jumping up and down, the imp watched as his warlock companion glanced around, taking in the surroundings.
"Behave," Banagan said, looking down at the imp. "I've got important business here and don't need to be kicked out of the city today." Voltuk looked up at the warlock with as much innocence as his small, demonic face could muster. Then he immediately turned and vanished.
I'm going to start cross-posting some of my WoW blogs between here and RP-haven. I realize that most people here don't play WoW anymore, but I'm start trying to use this place more for Shrouded Dawn stuff. Maybe I'll actually find the time/energy to start building things up again. :)
Please ignore the mess as I start moving my stuff in. ;)
The sky was dark, well past the twilight hour, but in Duskwood that was not unusual. It usually was dark on the shadowed roads leading to through the territory. One could always see eyes gleaming from the bushes beside the roads, rustling could be heard as the beasts startled and ran from whatever they saw.
Four riders drew closer to the town of Darkshire at the late hour. Three of the men wore plate armor. Their breastplates reflected the light of their torches, polished to gleaming. Hanging from back or belt were swords and axes. Men of war, they were prepared to battle whatever danger presented itself.
Braghaman stepped off the boat. He was tired. The ricking of the boat did not alleviate his fatigue. In fact, the sway of the boat, lazily leaning from side to side in the calm waters, had conspired to lull him to sleep as he sat near the bow of the boat. Only the cold bite of the northern air kept him awake. Stretching his arms above him and leaning his head from side to side, the paladin let loose a giant yawn and then made his way across the dock. At the end of the dock stood the "dock master", as it were, marking things off on his clip board. A few quick questions, a few minutes later, and Bragh had an idea of where to find the youngsters from the Cathedral.
Braghaman pulled the reins, stopping his charger just short of the great archway that led to Stormwind. He could see gryphons flying overhead, bringing people in and taking them away. He knew it would have been a quicker trip had he flown, but the time didn't bother him. A leisurely ride from the Blasted Lands was the sort of thing he needed.