Way back when, I tried to write some WoW fiction. I never finished. This is the untold story
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) “I will admit, boy, you have lasted far longer than I anticipated.” The Shadow Demon was hovering over Corrigan. “Don’t think for a moment that I’m disappointed. The longer you resist, the more I get to play with you.” Corrigan
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) “For the twentieth time, no.” “Twenty-second, sir.” “Then for the twenty-second time, no. Now stop asking and leave my office.” “Very well, sir. I’ll see ye tomorrow.” “You will NOT see me tomorrow. I order you to stop asking me.”
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) Corrigan sat in his cell, shocked by what he just heard. This woman, this Warlock asking for his forgiveness? Baring her soul as if some sort of kindred spirit? She was responsible for his capture. Leave forgiveness for the Priests.
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) Sylphine has paused for an extended period of time. She adjusts the candle, picks a stray thread from the hem of her robe, almost as if unwilling to go on with the story. Finally, taking a deep breath, she continues
(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) I suppose my childhood was a normal one. Dad worked with a trading caravan, running supplies to Lakeshire and other nearby cities. Mom stayed home with Rina and I. We were happy, living in our small house in Old Town.
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