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---Part II: Hunting the Prophet--- An Old Aquaintance It was like walking on burning coals, with fields of the black rocks that stretched for mi..

A World Changed Stefan stared with empty eyes at the night sky. As he lay on the warm sands of Durotar, he remembered how it felt to lay atop the r..

Utter Devotion As Gerita descended the cold stone stairs, she felt a pang of reluctance shoot through her mid section. Though she had sworn her all..

Returning the Favor The forest smelled of dead leaves and feces. The latter was deliberate, and was his own smell. He had covered himself in what s..

Gathering the Horde They had been treking for hours. Stefan had resorted to shoes, while Guro'jintal remained barefoot. Now they were somewhere bet..

Mirage on the Flats It was inhuman. It traveled tirelessly, never once slowing its pace. It maintained a deliberately slow trek as it followed its ..

Falling into Place "Show me." Rok'Roham's words echoed around the empty room endlessly, repeated by what sounded like a dozen, pained ..

Chasing Shadows They had arrived at Gadgetzan. Rok'Roham had expected as much. The infamous trading town was as good as any place to start. From th..

Beginning of the End Stefan rolled over in the bed, tenderly kneading a large welt on his right shoulder. He winced as the bruise replied with a sh..

In the Land of the Old God "I think the Orcs are a proud race, Koramosh. Putting aside the differences of our warring nations, I believe there..