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SCENE PREVIEW: Music of the Spheres

Sergeant Stephen Balance was about to commit mutiny, an act which he had never before considered possible.

It was not in his nature. You received you orders and carried them out; leave the second-guessing to officers and civilians. Yet for once, Balance was troubled to find himself hesitant to complete a mission, contemplating disobedience and rebellion. His orders were clear, precise. Even easy.

But they were wrong. Read More →

Friends with Imaginations are Better

thank-you-note-002~~~WARCHIEF LOMERELL DAWNBRINGER AND SHIELDMAIDEN MAGUENA~~~

~~~ORGRIMMAR, DUROTAR~~~

The 27th day in June, in the year 2009:

To Warchief Lomerell Dawnbringer, bringer of the dawn of pain!

NUMERON BELLINGER, LORD OF THE UNDEAD and everone else.

To Warchief Lomerell Dawnbringer, bringer of the dawn of pain!

And Shieldmaiden Maguena, fairest and deadliest of ork maidens:

THROM-KA, MIGHTY WARRIORS!

I write this letter of thanks in the blood of your enemies. Your china place-setting was very well-received, as were your well-wishes on my upcoming marriage. I have decided to kill neither you nor your people at any time in the near future!

I greatly anticipate your coming at the time of the next moon. Until then,

LOK-TAR OGAR! VICTORY TO THE HORDE!

–Lord Numeron

thank-you-note-022

~~~LORD NUMERON’S FLYING CITADEL OF  BONE~~~

~~~DELIVER TO THE LORD OF THE SAME~~~

Warchief Lomerell Stormbringer

to Numeron Bellinger, Lord of smelly corpses:

The very least of my shamans detected the glamer you believed so cleverly hidden within your letter of thanks. Did you really think you could show gratitude with one hand while delivering a spell of dominance with the other?

I guess it’s true what they say: You can’t teach an old necromancer new tricks. Your powers are weak, old man, like that fool of swordsman whose name you slander me by uttering.

Still, perhaps you meant no insult and years among the dead have addled your brain. ‘Throm-ka’ indead, since when have YOU led warriors into battle? Living ones, I mean!

Our gift was well-intentioned, but my associates insist that this be the end of our correspondence, declaring you a greater pestilence than the Lich King’s plague and a greater annoyance than the Forsaken. But please do not let these compliments go to your head.

We wish you well on your upcoming matrimony with the foolish damsel — beg pardon, BRILLIANT LADY who has chosen you for a companion. We will join you for your wedding day, but my shamans are preparing their best wards against undeath for the occasion, and you’ll forgive us if we come armed.

In the meanwhile, I say to you — and I understand this is the highest possible compliment among necromancers:

I HOPE YOU ROT!

–Warchief Lomerell Stormbringer