Radathen

As he stood upon the balcony, the visions flooded his mind, once again clouding the barrier between reality and the dream world. His hands dropped to his sides as if his gloves had suddenly became forcibly heavier. Looking down at his hands, glaring at them as if they were not his but that of an alien creature. He began to speak softly, so soft they barely made their way past his lips, cascading down them like a secluded waterfall, audible to only those in its close proximity. “I still remember their faces, the faces of the Man’ari pounding up that hill, eyes glaring with intent only focussed one thing. My people scarred for a life

He had only been away from Shattrath for a few days, but he had already begun missing it. Guild business had taken him to Deadwind Pass, or more specifically, Karazhan. Tomorrow he’d begin on his journey back to the City of Light, but first, he’d spend one more night in the Pig and Whistle, his tattered and torn book his only company for the night. Running his hand down the spine, as if waiting for inspiration, when suddenly he flicked through pages and pages of text and diagrams before stopping at a clearing within the ink soaked pages. He began to write... Of all the races that are part of this Alliance, it is the Humans in whic

Forced to move from his familiar location upon the Aldor Rise due to sudden rainstorm, Nysard retires to a nearby building and begins to flick through the pages of his book, reading some of the entries he’s made since his arrival on Azeroth and Outland. He stops at a page with the heading ‘Gems.’ I have recently setup my own Jewel crafting business and so far I have a steady supply of customers. While at first it was quite difficult to obtain certain designs that I had set my eyes upon I have now found myself in the position where I boast a quite healthy portfolio of designs. I seem to be focusing more on Meta gems as of late

Nysard sits upon the balcony of Aldor Rise looking down at the Terrace of Light, his book sat open, scribbles cover the majority of the pages but every now and then a page or two of text is clearly visible, detailing his thoughts and findings of his time in Azeroth and Outland. I still hear their voices, screaming in upmost agony, the pain echoing through their wailing cries still haunting me to this day. They may be lost to the sands of times, confined to history books of old, but the memory’s still remain with me, never to be forgotten. I sense my dreams will always serve as a constant reminder of my past. It is with a sense of irony

Sat in his familiar location upon the Aldor Rise, Nysard begins to flick through the pages of his book, reading some of the entries he’s made since his arrival on Azeroth and Outland. He stops at a page with the heading Gnomes. I have encountered many strange races since my arrival onto Azeroth, and while, I do admit that I must seem strange to them as well none continue to bemuse me as much as Gnomes. My research has not yet brought me any significant finds on their race, but from the conversations I have had from many of the Gnomes within our guild I have come to understand that they too, like the Dwarves had a grand city, but they l