Over the past few weeks, we’ve noticed a waning attendance at our weekly clinics. And while that happens from time to time due to any number of reasons, last night, Nephytus suggested putting a reminder up on the Cenarion Circle forums, just to give our weekly event a little advertisement. I offered my hand to write something up and post it here for some feedback before putting it live on said forums. Here is the result of my 2.3 minutes of hard thinking.
The Forsaken was angry. The Orgrimmar guard could …

Arrens departed the Pools of Vision within Thunderbluff. Clara Foster, an esteemed member of the Royal Apothecarian Society, had payed handsomely for a vial of poison that required Arrens sneaking into Stormwind and killing a high ranking noble who happened to be in possession of the poison. What Clara intended on doing with it, Arrens had no desire to learn. So long as she paid him as handsomely as she did, he could care less if she wanted to poison all the Moonwells throughout Azeroth. It mattered little to him.
The …

The wind and rain raged in Northshire Valley this morning, the crack of thunder immediately following the flash of lightning. Aleya woke to the scared screams of her two infants. Rising to tend to them, she thanked the gods that Maltriss continued to snore with the heavy scent of dwarf spirits still on his breath.
She had talked to her husband a day earlier about taking one of the boys to the orphanage. There was simply no way they could afford to care for both. She didn’t add that Maltriss would be …

Two weeks had passed since the birth of the boys. The constant sounds of crying babies and the late-night feedings had taken their toll. Maltriss was awoken once more by the sound of one of those two brats pining for food; something in short supply considering he had lost all of his earnings three nights earlier to one of the local lumberers in a game of dice.
He crawled out of bed, the now familiar pounding in his head rising with him. He reached under the side of the bed and …