EDIT:
I posted this when “Forged” went live, was just curious about if my writing was any good? Any opinions would be welcomed.
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A Manilla Envelope - Guild Of Wayward Merchant’s Secret Newsletter
- A shout-out to all the veteran players that have been here since the beginning, and have held on strong through the daily grind, who even now make preparations of what will soon be an epic raid deep in the heart of horde territory.
“I’d like to begin with the madness that was Darkmoon Faire. What with all the racing, and hidden turmoil bound within its tents; flashes of blinking lights casting shadows amongst the hybrid amalgamations of woven wool, and stitch.”
From here in the Barrens to the far reaches of Outland, news of the outlandish, and oftentimes childish pranks perpetrated by the many denizen’s of Darkmoon Faire had spread far and wide. The gates of Stormwind, and its giant welcoming statues rumbled violently; as the waves of rouring sound from the races stirred even the most battle-hardend mounts tossing their riders immediately to the ground. Townsfolk at the local pub still tell stories of the clanging sound of metal-to-ground made by many a startled, and unaware hero.
In the Barrens we are still encumbered by the calamity, but us “hardend-folk” are steadfast. We have been keeping our hearths crackling, and our hopes burning brighter than embers in a fire. We are whispering, and even almost silently muttering, prayers to any form that will listen; some to the Old Gods themselves. Our forges though have been burning hotter than the hearthstones to which we surround our dwellings fire. Many soldiers, and heroes have made an encampment surrounding our boundaries. When walking through the dirt paths, or cobble stone streets, you are likely to see some of the local blacksmiths forging battle axes, or armor. Soldiers have been huddled in small groups, or gatherings. Playing card games of war. Silently, something is coming; for what than are they preparing for? To be forged in the Barrens, means a lot to some, but to all of our “hardend-folk” it means so much more.