“You don't belong on a battlefield. Go back to your dresses and parties, girl.” He didn't even turn to face her.
“Sergeant Harrigan, I can help out there. Not every fight will be on the battlefield-”
“NO!” He turned on her, his face a mask of rage. She felt blood spatter across her face. It flowed down his arm, falling to an ever-widening pool on the ground. “This is no job for cripples!”
"I don't know how on Azeroth he does it," Llane said, riffling the deck of cards. "The man is implacable." Arkav just smiled, raking in his accumulated chips with one hand and taking a sip from his glass of milk with the other. Putting the glass down, he felt a sudden urgent tug at his belt, and turned to look in that direction.
Let me know what characters are available for you!
Update: Roster posted! If Jormund isn't able to attend, then either myself, Alynore, or Eryndri will tank, and we'll tap Darlain or nanny for healing.
I don’t know how long I’d been standing in the inky black abyss before she appeared. Time didn’t seem to have a presence and nothing changed. That is until the other me arrived, her yellow eyes staring at me as a shadow seemed to follow her even within this dark abyss it felt darker with her presence.
((Short Blurb, takes place after Call of the Elements which still has another part or two that I need to write. Blurb on the going ons before NIra spoke to Harrigan tonight.))
Nirahsa set her wrench down on the bench, letting out a long yawn before rubbing her eyes. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the other night, having spent a good part of it returning to Stormwind from Pandaria. Her work with Torgeth was for the time being over, something she was rather thankful for. She heard the distant bells from the Cathedral signaling eight bells.