Ice (Title Is Subject To Change)

[Dakirennis 959]

Alright so I`d like to start off with a little note. When it comes to me writing, it only really happens when the mood strikes me, which is rare. I actually started this little Warcraft story about four years ago and just added a few lines here and there over time. Any feedback would be great and if people enjoy it I'll add more chapters and start writing more of them. So with that, I hope you enjoy. Side note: it is a pain to transfer things from my wordpad onto the forums and make the paragraphs look right. Also for any Warcraft lore fans out there, this story takes place pre to early Wrath of the Lich King.

 

 

Prologue: 

 

     Cold. Darkness. The voice. Always His voice. It constantly whispers in my head. I have no control, but for his own sick twisted joy he keeps me conscious so I can see the pain I've wrought. The countless innocents slaughtered by my hand. People I once knew and loved, people I didn't know, people just trying to defend themselves and the ones they loved. But it doesn't matter, if He wills it it is done. This is what I am condemned to, an eternity of torment. I just pray to the Light that someday, somebody will release me from the hell of being trapped in my own body.

 

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     Home. It's the one thing you never realize you have until it's gone. It's the one thing that will always be there for you. I took my life for granted, my peaceful, happy life and now I'm doomed to die here in the frozen roof of the world. And for what? To chase the childhood dream of being an adventurer? To be like my father? No. None of this was worth it. So that's why I'm writing this now, I can feel undeath taking me, I'm dying but for some reason I've never felt more alive.                                                            

     I was struck from behind and dragged away by a ghoul, I thought I'd be eaten alive. But when I came to I found instead it brought me to a necromancer, he just looked me over and grinned. "Perfect", was all he said. Then there a stream of icy blue light hit me square in the chest and I blacked out. I awoke in the camp, apparently a patrol happened by us and saved me. I guess dying in the camp is better than turning on my brothers in arms. I'm still going to turn into a monster when I die, but at least I'll be put down before I can do harm. They gave me the choice to kill me now, but I'd rather take this pain and see how long I can last. Better to enjoy what little life I have left.                                                          

     There's a priest outside talking to a man in a black robe and pointing to me. Perhaps a worlock discussing my affliction judging by his eyes. Strange that they glow blue and not the tell-tale green of one of the demonic calling, but no matter. I am writing this because I feel my life is coming to an end and I need to tell the story of how I went from a calm life to one of danger and discovery. I doubt I'll even have the time to finish it. A priest will occasionally come and heal me and change my bandages, it relieves the pain for a little but I still feel where the necromancer's magic hit me. It feels... cold. Perhaps it's death I feel?                      I hear Bolvar readying the troops for the assault on the Wrathgate, it pains me to think that I won't even be involved in the final attack. Maybe I'll get to have my wish for peace again soon, I've been feeling strange and the feeling has been growing worse. My time is short. My name is Ramza Greywood, an adventurer from Darkshire chasing a fools dream. This is my story.

 

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Pls, Continue...

[Dakirennis 959]

Chapter 1.

 

     As the perpetual darkness loomed over Duskwood the sleepy town of Darkshire began to stir. Like most people know Duskwood is a mysterious place. It is forever shrouded in shadow creating an eternal night and filled with evil beasts of all sorts. While Darkshire is a safe-haven from these evils it is always under constant threat. To the north-west is the ironically named Brightwood Grove, an area filled with the savage worgen. To the south-east in the hills lives enormous spiders. To make matters worse the roads leading out of Darkshire are just as dangerous, worgs, undead, even ogres, and some of the hardest bandits in the Eastern Kingdoms.

    With Darkshires location Stormwind can't afford to send military to help defend the town, leaving the town to fend for itself. So a local militia was created called the Night Watch to defend the town and escort caravans in and out of Duskwood. The Night Watch is constantly training the townsfolk, one recruit had been looking forward to his first for years now. 

    Ramza Greywood had wanted to become a Night Watch since he was a child, like most kids growing up he wanted to live a life of excitement. But eventually the idea of becoming a guard and living in this town his whole life started to sound boring. He wanted to be an adventurer like his father. Exploring the world, fighting orcs and dragons, saving innocent people, and traveling to other cities. But he knew he would need the skill to go with his ambitions, so he would still begin the guards training and after he was finished he'd skip town and begin traveling. He started to think of all the places he'd visit, Stormwind first and foremost, he'd have to say bye to his mother before he left to see the world. She worked in the Cathedral of Light's medical ward as a doctor and sent home money to Ramza as often as she could. Money that he had been saving recently. His job at the blacksmith seen enough money to feed him and the ale he made for the Scarlet Raven tavern always seen a few coins in his pocket or a meal in his stomach. Even if that meal was sometimes Grual's famous "crab" cakes, which everyone knew was spider meat, but spiders are huge and plentiful around here and nobody was picky.

     He sighed as he hoisted a barrel of fresh ale over his shoulder and started to walk down the road towards the tavern. A slight breeze blew through his dusty grey hair as he looked over the town. His icy blue eyes looking at the same old town he'd known for years. Maybe something interesting may happen today he thought.

    "Ramza!" A high voice yelled. His eyes darted to his left to see who yelled. There stood a small old gnome with a snow white beard and a mustache the stretched from ear to ear. Herble Baubbletump was his name, he was Ramza's next door neighbor, along with another couple of gnomes.

    "Ah Herble! How are you this bright and wonderful morning?" He said with a sarcastic chuckle, gesturing his free hand around to the eerie town.

    "Oh picking peacebloom and daisies," he retorted and gave Ramza a wink. "Would you be able to do me a favor son?

    His eyes widened. Did the Light hear him ask for some way out of this boredom? Herble ran all of the mining and smiting supplies for the town. Maybe he needed some guards for his caravan? He knew Ramza was training on the dummy his boss set up at the blacksmith. Or maybe a messenger to go to Stormwind? Herble was old after all, and he usually got one of the Watchers to run supply orders for him. "O-of course!" He stammered.

    Herble laughed. "Calm down sonny! It's nothing major."

    Well there goes that delusion, Ramza thought. He sighed but tried not to let his face show his disappointment.

    "I just need you to tell your boss his coal is going to be a little late this week. Repairs on the bridge that connects to Redridge. Apparently some gnolls thought it'd be funny to light it on fire." Herble spit on the ground and scowled. "I hate them almost as much as I hate the worgen." He looked to the woods. "Damn howling bastards, keeping me up all night" he mumbled.

    Ramza sighed, "I'll be sure to let him know. Oh I almost forgot." He set the keg on the ground and took three water skins hanging from his side. "Samples from the new batch, one for you and your friends."

    "Ah the famous Greywood spiced ale, I'm glad we're the only ones who don't have to buy it," he laughed. He looked around quickly making sure they were alone and spoke in a hushed tone, "I have something for your little expedition coming up soon. I'll put it on your front step this evening when you come home from work."

     Ramza smiled. Herble was the only person besides his boss that he told about his plans to skip town. "Really, you don't have to do anything like that." He hoisted the keg over his shoulder again.

    "Nonsense boy!" He said as he turned on his heel and started to walk back to his house. "Oh one more thing," he reached into his pocked and tossed Ramza a small coin purse. "A gift from the three of us."

    Ramza caught it with his free hand and pried it open slightly with his fingers. There had to be at least ten gold in here! More than enough to get him by for a while. "I don't know what to say."

    Herble turned around before he stepped back into his home. "Just tell me you'll give me the recipe to make your ale someday!" He laughed as he walked back into the house and closed the door behind him.

     He put the coin purse in his pocket and started his walk down to the town. "I'll be sure to old man," he said softly to himself. He had three more barrels to bring to the tavern and work at the blacksmith afterwards. He looked up at the dark sky and laughed. "And it's still so early in the morning..."

 

[Dakirennis 959]

Ch.2

 

     "All finished!" Ramza yelled as he came up the steps from the tavern's basement. He walked through the kitchen and nodded to Grual as he passed and entered the main room of the tavern, behind the bar. He looked around at the mostly empty chairs, a few off duty Watchers sat in front of the hearth, exchanging horror stories from patrols. The Scarlet Raven hadn't known many nights of excitement unless there was some major celebration, which was rare. He looked to the other end of the bar where Hann was serving some travelers, telling them one of his famous stories from his glory days when he flew around the world with a furbolg in a goblin flying machine. Such a strange man. Ramza leaned on the bar for a moment, taking in the scene of Smitts serving the watchers, Mabel trying to sell her goods to some of the lingering travelers. He thought about how he'd miss all this when he left. 

     "Thank's again Little Ramza." Ramza jumped and turned to face the voice, he didn't even hear Trelayne walk behind up him. She kept the rooms up stairs while Smitts ran the rest of the tavern. But most nights there weren't many rooms taken so she'd usually spend most of her day helping with the bar or cooking.

     "Any time, and when are you going to stop calling me 'Little Ramza'? I'm eighteen now. I don't use wood swords and make mud pies anymore." He chuckled and stood a little taller.

     "Oh I'm sorry. I'll have a hot meal for you after work tonight. But the town's baby is always going to be little to me." She pinched his cheek and spoke with the tone mothers use with their infants for that last part. And it was true, Ramza was the last kid to be born in the town, before Alyssa and Lohgan Eva, and those two were considered miracles. The corruption that darkened the forest affected everything, even pregnant women. Most never make it to their second or third month before the babies became stillborn. It was terrible, but that was life in this Light forsaken land. Some roaming traders brought their children along with them, but they'd never leave their wagons or the inn. The stories of kids being dragged away into the woods here weren't fairy tails. Sadly Darkshire didn't often hear the sounds of playing children and laughing babies.

     Ramza smiled and brought Trelayne in for a hug. "Thank you. But I'm going to be a Night's Watch soon. I won't be a child forever."

     She pulled away holding his hands tight and sighed. "I know. But you're like the son I never had and I'll be worried sick about you." She let go of his hands and walked a little ways down the bar to pick up some empty mugs. She didn't look Ramza in the eyes for a few moments, just stood there and wiped down the counter.

     Ramza could feel that she was on the verge of tears. He hoped she hadn't learned of this plans. But before he could say anything Trelayne quickly looked back up and smiled. "Now I expect you to spend all that good guard money here at the inn, okay?"

     He smiled back and started to walk towards the front door. "Of course I will. Or maybe I'll save up to buy a goblin army and clear out the evil from Duskwood!" He laughed as he walked out the door, biting back a few tears.

     "My hero!" She yelled as the door shut behind him. Wiping her eyes she brought the mugs to the back to be cleaned. "Oh Little Ramza." She sighed to herself as she moved some dishes around. "If only you knew the things that old gnome told me."

 

[Dakirennis 959]

Ch. 3

     Ramza was just finishing up his work at the blacksmith for the day. It was a boring day as usual. Hoops for barrels, horseshoes, lots of nails and metal stakes for this wall that was apparently being made. But aside from that nothing out of the ordinary. Just and average day in Duskwood. Until Ramza heard the sound of half a dozen horses and their carts come riding into town, he ran outside to see the commotion. His boss Clarise Gnarltree was already out there observing the racket. Now that he was outside he could see that this wasn't a regular trader caravan, this was a dwarven one . Rams pulled short and wide carts into town center, three of the carts pulled up to the side of the inn. These probably just carried the traders and their families. Some of the dwarves got out and unloaded their wares while a few more finely dressed ones walked towards the town hall and stood silently at the bottom of its the steps. Ramza knew these dwarves, everyone did, and their leader had a famour rivalry with their mayor. The large door swung open and out came Lord Ello Ebonlocke flanked on both sides by two Watchers, one of whom happened to be his daughter Commander Althea Ebonlocke the leader of the Night Watch. She was clad from head to toe in the standard Night Watch uniform and as always her large hooked scimitar hanging at her side.

     Lord Ello looked the group over. Four rather dapper dwarves had gathered in front of him, one of which wore a pointed hat and carried a gold embellished staff clearly one of arcane calling. He approached and stared the front most dwarf down and gave him an almost sickened look. The yellow haired dwarf simply stood there with his hands behind his back and a smile from ear to ear under his thick beard. "You..." Lord Ello started. "What on earth brings you back here Eliff Goldhand?" He said through clenched teeth.

     The dwarf stood there for a minute, he stroked his beard idly. "Why... Tae give ye a chance tae try an' drink me an' me mates under the table again... Oh an' tae win yer gold back of course."

     Lord Ello leaned down to come eye to eye with the dwarf and looked Eliff over again. His expression softened and then swiftly broke into laughter. He clasped the dwarf's shoulder tightly. "How are you old friend? It's been too long!"

     Eliff mirrored Ello and grabbed the dark haired man's opposite shoulder. "Bettar than ye apparently. It's tha' a touch o' grey I seen in yer hair?" His hand left Ello's should and flicked a lock of the mayor's hair.

     Ello batted his hand away and laughed. "You'd grey if you had to put up with the nonesense I face daily."

     A rumble of laughter came from the dwarves. "Well Ello mate. Ye won't 'ave to put up with none of it as long as me mates are 'ere." He turned around and faced his companions. "Garfunkle! Git yer ass tae the center of town. Ye know what tae do! Make sure all them baddies is the forest know that  the Goldhand company is back is Darkshire!"

     The dwarf wizard tipped his hat. "Aye sir!" He ran off just a few short paces away from where they were standing as they were pretty much already in the center. The whole town pretty much gathered here now, nobody dared miss the famous entrance of the Goldhand company. He held his staff in front of him with both hands and aimed it's crystal tip skywards. With eyes closed he whispered to himself a few words of power and raised the staff high. It was dead silent for a few moments. Then suddenly Garfunkle crashed butt of the staff on the ground and several bright colored arcane missiles shot high into the sky, they exploded over the town and showered it in glittering lights and colors. Alyssa and Lohgan Eva ran out to dance in the magical light show and a few minutes later the dwarven children came our of their riding carts to join them.

     "Aye them kids got the right idear!" Eliff yelled. "Ander! Sonn Ander c'mere!" Eliff had to yell over the sound of more exploding arcane fireworks.

     Sonn ran up to Eliff quickly, black bearded dwarf moving at a jog and keeping half on eye on the sky not wanting to miss anything. "Aye Lord?" He asked, looking upwards.   

     Eliff gave him a light smack on the side of the head and boomed a laugh. "Don't ye 'Aye Lord' me sonny! Ye know exactly why I called ye! Now git tae it lad!"

     Sonn's eyes brighten "Of course Lord." He turned to face the crowd of dwarves who had stopped offloading cargo. "Ye hear me men! Get the instruments! Drums, flutes, horns! What 'ave ye! Let's liven up this dreary old town!"

     Before Ramza knew it there were people singing and drinking. He stood there taking in the scene. They were lighting bonfires and cooking meat, tapping kegs, sharing stories, and trading goods. To his left Clarise elbowed him in the side and shot him a mockingly serious look. "I expect you to be properly late tomorrow boy. Now go enjoy yourself!"

     Ramza saluted her. "Aye aye ma'am!" He ran off to join the celebration. Looks like tonight just so happened to be one of those rare nights.

 

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Would you have a problem with me finding a copy of this book In Character? It's very good and I try to bring the good LotC novela's over when possible to my library's.

[Dakirennis 959]

Would you have a problem with me finding a copy of this book In Character? It's very good and I try to bring the good LotC novela's over when possible to my library's.

 

Well it's a Warcraft story but if that's not an issue then by all means you're more than welcome to. Just write the author as Dak'ir Dra'ker.

 

Also chapter 4 will be in a few days or so. Just need to message someone about some things.

[domainoft 191]

It's no problem, our characters just read them as "Fantasy" writing the same way we read Warcraft.

[Dakirennis 959]

Sounds awesome. I hope I come across a copy in my travels lol.

[Dakirennis 959]

Ch. 4

 

     The festivities had made their way into the tavern and into a few houses nearby as night came and the air grew colder. Ramza sat in the tavern in front of the hearth with a couple dwarves he'd met. He looked around and watched the people dancing and drinking, playing dice or this new Hearthstone card game. Across the tavern he watched Herble stand on a chair to get eye to eye with a dwarf so he could drunkenly argue with him about something regarding engineering. Amidst all the dancing he watched the one Eliff called Garfunkle weave through the people to the sidelines where Althea Ebonlocke was standing and drag her into the dance floor, he spun her around and laughed wildly as she tripped over her own feet. A sword master for sure, but most definitely not a dancing master, Ramza thought to himself. He turned back to his new found drinking friends and listened closely. They regaled him with tales of their adventures across Azeroth, they may be traders but that didn't mean their lives were dull. To his left sat one dwarf with a particularly long beard named Gamle Irongut. He spoke of of how once in Loch Modan he tossed his friend Eulaia Myrtlebloom, the bright eyed and dirty blonde gnome currently sitting to Gamle's left, into the loch with a rope around her waist in hopes of catching a thresher. He had no actual intentions of trying to hurt her, but at the same time he had no actual idea that a thresher would actually take the bait. She was already half way back to the shore when one of the long necked beasts breached is head out of the water to stared down upon poor Eulaia. She took over the story at this point and she jabed Gamle in the side with a tiny fist. She explained how it dove its head at her and that at just the last second before it could swallow her it was turned to a frozen block of ice. Apparently Garfunkle was on his way to get them for supper when he saw what was happening.

     "Bah! Ye always over exaggerated that last part. I swea' it always seems ta get a wee bit closer evereh time." He made a little pinching motion with his fingers at that last part and chuckled.

     Eulaia pouted and folder her arms, facing away from the dwarf. "Laugh all you want but don't forget, you almost killed me." She half turn her head to him and shot him a glare. "You owe me big now." Giggling she unfolded her arms to reach for her ale to take another swig. For someone of her size she was holding her own pretty well. More than anyone could say for old Herble who was now sleeping it off on a windowsill.

     Gamle ran his fingers through his long beard. "Aye... I suppose I do." He leaned forward and looked at the dwarf to Ramza's right. "Oi Addam! What are yer plans after we're done 'ere in Darkshire? Yer contract is up, isn't it?"

     Ramza looked at the dwarf, he'd met the caravan several times. They come by almost yearly. But this dwarf was new. He could tell by the armor that he was clearly a warrior but Ramza had guessed that he was one of the employed guard for the Goldhand company. As far as he knew they never used freelance fighters since they would usually cost more. He was very broad even for a dwarf, his beard was divided into two long braids stretching down to his chest and even though as far as he could tell the dwarf was fairly young his hair was silver. A strange man.

     Addam scratched his head and sipped his ale. "Aye that's a gud question. Where's the company headin' when its done here?"

     Gamle reached into his pocket and took out a small map scroll, he unrolled it and looked it over quickly. "Ah 'ere it is. We're off ta Booty Bay, our ship should be finished repairs by now."

     Addam furrowed his brow. "Eh. I've never really liked the jungles. Too hard ta see what might come get ye. Although this place ain't much different." He laughed a little. "I suppose if I die 'ere then I won't 'ave sweat from me neck to me ass."

     All four of them laughed for a moment and then Addam spoke again. "I'd say I'll be headin' ta Stormwind. Might make me way north and visit the Aerie, it's nice country up there. Maybe take a break for a little while from all this."

     "Aye and ye've earn it well too lad." Gamle raised his mug with that statement. A proper dwarven salute.

     Ramza thought for a moment. He's headed to Stormwind. Maybe I should see if he'd be okay with a companion for the trip? It'd be a lot safer to travel with two. He remembered the last time the company came here. They'd lost two men in the woods near the Roting Orchard a worgen attack. I'd have to skip my Night Watch training but I've fought plenty before. And on the plus side I'd get to say goodbye to everyone before I leave. There's been attacks on the town by worgen and undead and I held my own. Maybe this is a sign. "Hey Addam, any chance I could tag along with you to the Peaks?"

     The dwarf looked at Ramza for a moment, thought clear in his eyes. "Aye I suppose a friend couldn't hurt." He scratched his chin. "'Ave ye seen much of the world lad?"

     Ramza had to be honest with him of course. He wouldn't get out of this damn town if he wasn't. "Well no... But I can fight and I've always wanted to leave here. I've been here all my life." He jabbed a thumb to point behind him towards his house. "I was actually planning on leaving by myself soon. I have most of the things I need for my trip already. I plan on seeing with world and maybe discovering something that hasn't even been seen yet."

     Addam stood up in front of Ramza and stuck out his hand. "Aye lad I'd be glad tae take ye up north. It'd be an honor tae take someone as ambitious as yerself."

     Ramza shot to his feet and shook the dwarf's hand. "Thank you! Thank you so much! You won't be sorry!" He paused for a moment, everything suddenly rushing into his head. He had to get ready. "I'm going to go start packing my stuff!" He bolted out of the tavern like he'd been fired out of a cannon.

     "Aye lad I'll see ye tomorrow mornin'!" Addam called out as he downed the rest of his ale and set the mug on a table.

     "I hope ye know what yer gettin' into Addam." Gamle said with a grin as he down his ale as well. Then switching his mug with Eulalia's while she wasn't looking and sipped it happily.

     "Oh I'm sure everythin' will be fine. There's somethin' about that boy, I can't explain it but maybe he's destined for something great." He gave Gamle a wink and walked towards the bar for another ale. The night was still young.

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Another one I thought was really good #Mission224

[Dakirennis 959]

Another one I thought was really good #Mission224

 

Thanks a lot. New chapter should be up in a few days if wanted to read more.

[Dakirennis 959]

Ch 5.

 

     Ramza ran up the hill towards his home as fast as he could, his mind was racing. It's happening, I'll finally get to leave this town and see the world. I'll get to see my mom in Stormwind too, then from there we're off. He ran by Herble's home and turned right towards his home, almost leaving a dust cloud behind him. He abruptly stopped at his front step and stared down at a small sac that was left there. I forgot about this, I wonder what you have for me Herble, Ramza grinned as he picked up the package and walked inside. He shut the door behind him and looked around his home. In a corner an open hatch with a ladder leading down to his cellar where his food was stored and his little brewing operation took place, near the hatch was another ladder leading up into the rafters to a loft where his bed was, a hearth with coals glowing red and firewood stacked nearby. But perhaps most importantly his paper covered desk. He pulled out the chair to set Herble's gift on it and started to sift through the papers. It was a collection of maps and notes about locations around the world, he grabbed a few and started to fold them up. He looked around at the mess of his home and tried to figure out what he needed, he grabbed his rucksack and got started. About an hour later he rested the rucksack by the door and went over what was packed. "Skinning knife, heavy fur cloak, plenty of food." He chuckled as he packed two waterskins, but not before taking a swig of one. "Check," he said as he wiped a bit of his pumpkin ale from his mouth. He walked to the hearth and moved his hand over the stone, he felt for a certain loose one. After he heard a click he reached for the fire poker and began to wedge the stone out. A few moments later the stone was out and his prize was found. A blue coin pouch, he shook it a few times, smiling as he heard the jingle of coins, before walking back to his pack to poke it away safely. "After all these years and thank to Herble I have almost thirty gold coins. More than enough to last me a while for food and inns and maybe get a proper sword in Stormwind."

     He tucked the pouch safely away in his rucksack and huffed as he thought he had finished packing. He walked to his desk and was about to sit down when he found his his present on the chair. "Oh, I almost forgot about this." He picked up the sac and laid it carefully on the desk. "Let's see what you have for me old man." He pulled the string on the sac and opened it quickly like a child on Winter Veil. He found himself holding a note and a beautifully crafted spy glass. It was small and compact, made with the dark grey colored wood found it Duskwood. Carved along the wood was a Watcher battling a worgen. His jaw dropped at the care and detail that was put into it. "I had no idea Herble could even carve wood, let alone make something this amazing. He looked over every inch of it. From the hairs in the worgen's fur to the chain mail rings on the Watchers armor it was truly stunning. He eventually placed it carefully down on the desk as he opened the small note next and read it over. 

 

 

     Ramza, I know you have a bit of a habit of not looking ahead in so I hope this'll help. I'm sure you'll come back someday, safe and sound I hope. So just take care son, I don't want to hear that something happened to you. So be sure to come back and tell us your about your grand adventures. 

                                                                                                                                              Herble

   

     P.S. We're all going to miss your ale.

 

 

     He smiled and folded the note and took spyglass and put it in his bag. "Well I guess that's everything now." He walked to the ladder and climbed up to the loft to lay on his bed for one last time. He hardly slept that night. He just laid there staring at his ceiling and thought of all his adventures to come.

 

 

 

((Sorry this one is a little short and took a while to come out. I've been having some writers block and just in general been a little stressed. Hopefully that'll pass soon and I can get these out faster.))

[Dakirennis 959]

Going to be taking a break from the story for a little bit, not sure when I'll get back to it. I've been stressed out lately and getting major writers block. It'll definitely be coming back but as for when I'm not sure. I may even start something new just to get away from this story for a bit and just let more ideas for it build up.

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.