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Loraetic: The First Exile - Hunting
The walk back into the village was like someone had found the scab that held back all the emotion from when she disappeared and ripped it off. Shen felt the mix of emotion cloud his sight. He felt depressed from her disappearance, confusion over how they had her necklace, anger at the dark elves for Tyrinae and the attack, but worst of all he felt helpless. And the helplessness was over taking the waves of feeling.
Everything around him blurred until he reached the large wooden meeting hall. Though the Wild Elves of the Whistling Wood were not ones for lavished homes, this was grand to their scales. The hall was the only one that was raised off the ground more than a few feet. He trudged up the stairs, the haze of feeling giving way to the clarity of his surroundings. When he finally reached the peak he looked back and forth between the two well carved dragon heads. Both eyes were decorated with a deep amber colored gem. It seemed that even in this midday light they were glowering, eve
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Loraetic: The First Exile - Time's River
Six dead, five injured. With a small clan of less than fifty, the numbers were staggering. Shen'theran stared down into his water basin for the first time in years. He'd cleaned his face of course, shaved away the hair from his face, but he never looked at himself. Not since she disappeared. His once red hair had started to fade and had begun to turn orange. His once brown eyes had faded into a dark yellow. The near dirt color of his skin was starting to look dry and he had creases forming in his forehead and beneath his eyes. Efreen had given all of the Wild Elves their lives like the earth they lived on. It was not forever, but it was long lived so long as they were provided sustenance and were not killed by unnatural causes. Their youth would remain mostly intact until nearing the end of their natural lives. But young as Shen'theran was with this new life, he looked as if his natural end was coming sooner than it should.
Shen left his hut once more, entering the midday sun but this
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Loraetic: The First Exile - Ashes
The fire began to die out as he heard the screams. It was like a flickering shadow, silhouettes of strange elves. They were pale, almost dead, as they burned and struck down all the adult males of his clan. Shen'theran had looked around for his mate. He cried her name and killed or questioned many from this odd clan, but the other reply was either hellish chuckling or screams that may have been her in his mind.
A sharp crackle from the blaze in front of him awoke him from his memory. While one fire kindled to life, it was the fire in the elf's eyes that were dying out. Ever since that night he had given no real sign of emotion. Every fiber of his being had come to protect the Ironwood Glades that his clan came to found. Idly Shen'theran began to run his fingers over the smooth staff given as one of the first to master the weapon. Martial perfection was all that he had now and he refused to ever let another night like that come to pass.
"Shen, are you awake?" A low, almost whispered voi
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Demon Hunter: Martyrdom
The last of Auberdine's lights were fading into the morning sky. And while most of the Kal'Dorei were settling into bed, a small group were beginning to immerge from their cave on the edge of Hyjal. Darraleth Feralblade had always enjoyed this view. Shimmers of light until a wild burst of color and brightness filled his vision. A slow grin crossed his face as the warm sun broke over the tall trees. Even the ocean had begun to glow with vibrant color. Even the ocean gave off a source of energy in the sun. Though the elves had lived for so long in the moonlight's energies, Darraleth had found much more raw power in the sun. The trees that were slight forms in his bastardized vision had become more vibrant, now filled with the sun's energy they came to life. The lights had become dwarfed by the pure energy of the star.  A feeling crept up, the familiar sense of another presence entering the area. Darraleth leaned down for just a moment, his hands grasping onto the handles of eac
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Whistling Wood Clan background
It wasn't long after their creation that this clan of Wild Elves found the great ironwood tree grove. When they came upon it, they could not help be admire the tree's strength and the discipline within arbor whenever someone tried to cut one down. It inspired the clan to mimic it's natural prowess and rigid determination. They soon found a way to bring a few of their great trees down. Creating specialized armor and weapons from all wood they used. They would either tend to the freshly cut branch to ensure a new would grow back, or replant an entirely new ironwood. Still, the oddest weapon they created was a gauntlet for hand to hand combat that layered wood and sheep skin over the fist. With every strong strike there was a high pitched whistle. This gave the Ion'aer the idea for their new clans name, Whistling Wood. They began to devout themselves to the art of hand to hand combat while using these fist weapons, light armor made from the ironwood, as well as staffs they had made. And s
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Heroic Thoughts
The scene had just cleared with the twist of a blade, a groan of a dead man, and the sigh of the breathless. The hero removed his sword, pushing down on the once violent body, and nodding his completion to the woman that stood paralyzed in fear. She ran over and gave his bloodied and battered body a hug. Shock over took his face, but even through the armor he could feel her affection. She clung to him on the entire walk back to her home village, just happy to have some sort of protection after the few days of insatiable torture. Her clothes were dirty and torn, her eyes were finally coming out of their dull glaze that all who suffer eventually acquire, and now the warmth was coming back from her body. And while he too felt warmth, it was a different kind. He felt affection for the first time in many months. He was a wanderer, a warrior, a protector. His only friends were his weapons, now abused and covered in grim from his rescuing. He gave her a squeeze as they came into sight of the
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I feel like I want to write something, something new to me. I enjoy woodland stuff and I'm considering just doing some short adventure stories. Maybe get a little creative with some of the races/creatures and enjoy my own spin on things. I prefer something that feels almost realistic, maybe some fantasy overtones and such. Rothfuss has been a great inspiration in that regard and makes me want to try again. No promises.
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