Krolm

"lol y u keep me round cuz im n angle", Cloud inquired of her lord and master. "shits n gigs rofl," responded the High Dictator of Pie. "no but rly" "not tellin nub" ":,(" Cloud then sobbed into her pillow for an eternity.

 The princess stepped back to catch her breath.  She had never seen her father so invested in her own training before.  He didn't seem to be holding back. "You will never defeat your opponent if you don't retaliate!" he growled angrily. Why is he doing this?  He's never trained with me before now. "Attack me, child!" "B-but I-I-" "DO IT!" The princess shouldered her wooden sword and charged at her father, screaming and eyes closed tight.  With a sigh of disappointment, the High Dictator side-stepped, letting the princess run right into the wall behind him. "Ugh, how do you plan to land any ill attempt at an attack if you can't even see

 A cloaked figure wove his way down the middle of the street.  It was noon and the streets were packed with people.  Any drivers unlucky enough to be caught on the roads at this time of day would be stuck for hours.  The markets were always bustling, but more so than usual on this particular day.  Taking not of an especially zealous mob, the figure turned his attention to the center of the group.  High above their gawking faces and outstretched hands was one of the many information and news monitors that were located at every intersection.  Being one of the few massive agricultural centers of the province, pertinent and timely information reg

 Mia Aypor and Krolm square off in front of the gates of the Undercity. Most of the guild is in attendance, forming a circle around the two. Krolm glances at Allesah as he takes his runeblade in hand with a sigh. “Ready, death knight? I'm not going to hold back,” Mia taunted as she took her shield and sword in hand, falling into a defensive stance. “Yeah, well neither am I,” Krolm responded as he quickly charged the Solarii. His blade came down hard on her shield, but it didn't even recoil from the impact. Krolm fell backward from his swing while Mia used the momentary stun to draw back her shield and slam it into hi

The little imp pushed itself up from the floor weakly. Before it had time to recover, it was hit with two more consecutive fel bolts, sending it flying back another few lengths. This time it couldn't muster the strength to get up. It raised its claws to the air melodramatically before letting its arm fall, limply. “How pathetic,” the ancient warlock groaned. He had never seen such a miserable performance in his life. He snapped the Book of Fel Names shut and hid it away within the confines of his robes. His gaze slowly shifted from the beaten imp to the imp standing by his side, ready to throw another fel bolt the moment the othe

 The blood elf's new master spoke calmly and deliberately. “Miss Emeraldsong. You have made great strides since I first took you on as my pupil. Considering most trainees I have taught were in complete control of their physical faculties, your determination to recover from your incident will be an inspiration to my future students.” Kaysera curtsied. With a soft chuckle, her master continued. “There is still much work to be done, however. The least important being your inability to accept our customs of bowing, rather than curtsying.” “Sorry, master. Old habits die hard,” she smiled. “As innocent

 “Incorrect! Again!” the Pandaren Brewmaster instructed as he circled his student and drank from a mug. “But I thought I had it!” Kaysera complained. “Incorrect. Again,” the Brewmaster urged as he refilled his mug with the keg on his back. With a sigh, Kaysera fell into her fierce tiger stance. She took a deep breath and focused on the target dummy. She spoke the names of her attacks as she repeated the set for the umpteenth time. “Jab, jab, tiger palm, sweeping kick!” “Incorrect!” the Brewmaster barked, interrupting her kick and causing her to lose her balance and fall on her b

 Kaysera decided to take a stroll through the Drag. She wasn't sure what to do with the amount of free time she had been graced with in recent months. After the fall of Deathwing, the Scions seemed to cease bickering with each other over trivial matters. Less fighting meant less need for her mitigation and moderation. It was an incredibly welcome change. She still had things to worry about. The events leading to Krojiri's violent succession still haunted her dreams. The Grand Crusader took this as a serious, personal defeat. She had worked for months trying to calm and contain the hot-headed troll, but in the end it was all for naught. Kroj

The Wind Waker has awoken You can feel the winds blowing now The breezes are all his children The tailwind is his pal The Wind Waker has awoken Hurricanes kept at bay He is a hero come to save us Let's pray he's here to stay (to stay) From the East and to the West And from the North to South You feel the wind's caress You feel it's all around