34 Recent Deviations
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Dark CornersThe sun reflected dazzlingly upon the gilded spires of Silvermoon City, the capital of the elves' kingdom. Trees and flowers lined the red and gold streets, the white stone of the city's elaborately carved walls and arches gleamed and towered above citizen and visitor alike. Birds sang, magical fountains bubbled, entertainers performed in the streets, and merchants called out their fine wares, while passersby chattered, argued, and laughed amongst themselves. It was a place of light, beauty, and splendor.Dark Corners by AranyaVerSarn
But no thing of mortal creation is ever without its inherent duality.
Even in this bright city, there lay dark corners, the darkest of them comprising an entire street of their own: Murder Row. Few respectable people made a habit of walking this shady city corridor. Most avoided it for less dangerous - if also less expedient - ways to get around the city, or they passed through as quickly as they could. But there were others who had no fear of this place, and why should they? They dea
Chapter I: The Light Of The NecklaceDreams, visions, prophecies…nightmares. A living soul has a calm dream, only with the vision of his eyes looks a strange place. The scene are on a sunny day with a green field, suddenly appears a strong flash, the soul rise his hand to cover the eyes from the light. Then, the light take the form on the shape of a woman, but not like one he never saw before. The light has horns in form of a slightly resting S, a short and gentle tail, and small and shaped hoofs. The soul feel her presence…so warm, so peaceful and beautiful. Is like she knows him from ever, but the soul doesn't know her.Chapter I: The Light Of The Necklace by Blueredor
"Please", said the light with sadness, "help me, before is too late".
The soul try to answer her, but it can´t talk. Suddenly sounds a strong roar, a roar that no one can't recognize it so easily…
"(A lion roar?)", the soul doubts.
Yes, a lion roars once again. A white lion with wings like a chimera appears from up and on a second the animal transforms on a potent beam of li
The Chronicles Of Azeroth - PrologueThis Prologue use a base from the chapter XXVI of the novel Beyond the Dark PortalThe Chronicles Of Azeroth - Prologue by Blueredor
The Chronicles Of Azeroth
Eight Years after the First War (year 600 by the King´s Calendar)
The scene around the Dark Portal was utter chaos. Turalyon had told his troops the unvarnished truth: Khadgar would need defending. He just hadn't realized how much he and his friends would be defending the wizard from. Danath, Khadgar, Kurdran, and several others had arrived before them and were fiercely fighting their way to the portal.
From the offensive group there some highlights, mens use a armor of the footmen and the womens use the white robes of the cleric with a represent tabard where they from:
Lieutenant Farax Lionheart, human, 24 years old warrior with brown ponytail hair, green eyes, armed with a big red axe and the Stromgarde tabard.
Lieutenant Victorius Eagleheart, human, 25 years old paladin with black medium hair, blac
Things that Only Stars Hear: When Love Finds YouI look up at the stars and I think about a lot of things. Things that I never say. Things that I never write down. Things that only the stars may ever know, if stars were to know anything. I've been telling them my secrets ever since I was a girl, my head too full of thoughts, ideas, and dreams to let me sleep, when they were my only company.Things that Only Stars Hear: When Love Finds You by AranyaVerSarn
Tonight they shine on a little blonde, pointy-eared head, snuggled down on a big, soft pillow, dreaming away her life and filling mine with a kind of purpose that I never would have thought for myself otherwise. I watch her eyes moving underneath their lids and I wonder what she dreams of. My little Valéria.
I stand at the open window, leaning on its generously sized frame. The starlight glitters on a chain of trinkets that I wear around my wrist, the one that doesn't have the emblem of the phoenix inked underneath my skin. I wear it only to be festive, really. Charms and bracelets are a common gift betw
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