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FICTION

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the road below, which was mercifully

should have done more; she could

When Theramore fell to Garrosh,

paved with stones, not bones

reach for a bit more, could she not?

she found herself on a naval

this time, Orcs were patrolling.

Dravinna sailed home from the

boat without a thought. In that

There were reports of Warlocks

war feeling restless and lost. Just

moment, her retirement was

and fel affliction everywhere.

before the Cataclysm, she retired

forgotten. Demonologists were

from the military and built a tiny

wanted for their ability to summon

home at the edge of the Blasted

swarms of imps and summon

Lands, and the woman contented

meteors. After Pandaria was

herself to studying the demonic

found the woman found no lack of

activity near the Dark Portal.

work. If only briefly, the Warlock

----Northrend was difficult; she left
her comfortable group of friends
and stepped forward to lead a band
of mercenaries in a place that made

found a place in the world.
Contended with her surroundings,

her feel lost. With every loss of a

became experiments with demonic

person she knew, whether they

magics, experiments became

served her or not, she felt like she

practice of metamorphosis.

----After Garrosh died, Dravinna
was happy to hunker down inside
the forests of Shadowmoon Valley.
Were there not plenty of Light
users? She shunned most offers
to join the forces going to attack
the Ogres. Ogres? What of Ogres? Is
that not what you sent your common
rock headed person with a sword
and shield to go attack? She slipped
through the forest practicing her
skills with knives instead, wishing
that she had taken up her skills
with a weapon sooner rather than
wasting it all on destructive magics.
Still, when the forces charged
the Foundry, she hesitantly joined
them. Somehow, she could lose
herself in the heat and smell of
smoke that clung to her skin and

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