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And hey, I wrote a book!  Check it out HERE!

More of an info dump in this one than I realized!  And alright, maybe I'm showing my Alliance ass a bit here, but there really weren't a ton of nice Horde-friendly spots this side of the Eastern Kingdoms, and, I mean, with the faction conflict kinda waning anyway it didn't seem out of the realm of possibility.

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If ye ever need a li’l extra work, come find us an’ we’ll put ye through the wringer, eh?”\n\n\t”I will keep that in mind,” he added and smiled.\n\n\tLana and Lyrah were saying similar farewells, though there was perhaps a bit more friendliness in their voices. Lana even excitedly made one last request, which Lyrah agreed to. The shamaness drew her hands back, and Lana tenderly laid a hand upon her swelling belly. There wasn’t too much of a bump after only four months, but she was definitely showing more than before, and Drenan swore she had a certain glow about her now.\n\n\tThe two of them boarded a lifeboat along with one of the crew -a worgen- and the three of them quickly rowed to shore. “Hold off a sec, luvs,” the crewmate said as they ran aground. “Lemme prime the pump for ya before ya go off.” True to his word, the worgen went and met with a representative from the town, and after a few minutes of chatter he waved for the couple to approach. Drenan and Lyrah held hands tightly as they made for the two. “These’re them. They ain’t meanin’ no harm, honest. Nicest blokes ever to grace our passenger cabin.”\n\n\tA middle-aged man with black hair and a matching beard turned toward the tauren. To their surprise, he smiled and bowed low, speaking in very shaky Orcish. “Greetings, outsiders! Mayor Charlton Connisport, at your service.”\n\n\tBoth of them were taken aback by his friendliness. “H-hello,” Lyrah attempted to return in Common. “Um… are you sure it’s okay for us to be here?”\n\n\t”I will vouch for you two in a heartbeat,” he said without hesitation. “You two are familiar with the Cenarion Circle, yes? One of my closest friends is -was- a member who believed in nature dearly. A Thornspeaker friend of mine gave me advance notice of your arrival, and by the Light if she vouches for you, I won’t argue with her.”\n\n\t”That is very kind of you, Mr. Connisport. Our stay will not be permanent, but we wish not to disturb any of your townsfolk either.”\n\n\tCharlton waved his hands dismissively. “Nonsense! Folks out here gotta be tough to survive. They won’t see two tauren as a threat, Hell, you could be two or three dozen and even the milkmaids would roll up their sleeves!”\n\n\tBoth tauren chuckled. The mayor happily led them to a small cottage at the edge of town. Drenan graciously offered him a handful of gold for their stay, but the mayor refused, claiming his friend’s word was enough. With a shrug, Drenan and Lyrah settled in, and this time they could fully devote their energy to planning their small wedding… between Lyrah’s continued bouts of nausea, anyway.\n\n\tAnother two weeks passed during their stay in Surwich. It felt rather out of place walking through a town inhabited mostly by members of the Alliance, but all in all they were very friendly with Drenan and Lyrah. 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Drenan nodded and gently let go of Lyrah. “I think you should go check the door.”\n\n\tLyrah opened her azure eyes, confused, until three soft taps rang out. Curious, she stood and ambled across the small common room and pulled open the door… then broke out into a huge smile. “Shele!”\n\n\tThe druidess smiled and hugged Lyrah fiercely. “It is wonderful to see you again, honey! How are you? How’s the baby? Are you eating well?” It was as if she transformed into a fussing mother in the blink of an eye.\n\n\tBehind her stepped in none other than Soren, however, who was left to stand awkwardly next to his mother until Drenan walked up. “Good to see you again, Soren. You look well, as does your mother.”\n\n\tSoren shook Drenan’s hand and smiled. “Y-yeah, we’re good. Really good, actually.”\n\n\t”I am thankful to hear it.” Drenan paused and glanced over at Shele and Lyrah, who had become lost in conversation. “Can we speak outside?”\n\n\tThe gray-furred bull nodded and quickly shuffled out the door. Once Drenan had shut it behind them, he added, “I found him,” before Drenan could even ask.\n\n\tDrenan’s eyes lit up. “Truly? Did he come with you?”\n\n\t”He did, but… he refused to come into town, even with the mayor’s permission.”\n\n\t”Figures,” Drenan sighed, but seemed no less happy. “Thank you, Soren. Did he say if his messages reached him?”\n\n\tSoren shook his head. “You’ll have to ask him yourself. He told me he’d be about a ‘klick’ north of town, whatever a ‘klick’ is.”\n\n\tDrenan chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder. “It is definitely him, then. I owe you a great deal, Soren. If there is anything you ever need, please do not hesitate to say so.”\n\n\t”Actually… there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” he admitted with some reluctance. “Mom -er, Shele- well, she’s, uh… pregnant.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<124 - Forty Days Later>

\tThe next month consisted mostly of staying below deck as the crew of the Killmonger performed their work.  Aside from the occasional skirmish, things were mostly smooth sailing for the crew.  Lana made it a point to read every scroll they wrote before Kacheya was sent out again, but not once did they include anything that she deemed inappropriate.  Their route went as far north as Menethil Harbor, but after roughly forty days the ship finally weighed anchor just beyond the reaches of Blasted Lands.  The small town of Surwich was within line of sight.

\t”You have our thanks, Garin,” Drenan rumbled and shook the dwarf’s hand.

\tGarin gripped his hand fiercely, but the bull seemed not to notice.  “Yer arright, tauren.  If ye ever need a li’l extra work, come find us an’ we’ll put ye through the wringer, eh?”

\t”I will keep that in mind,” he added and smiled.

\tLana and Lyrah were saying similar farewells, though there was perhaps a bit more friendliness in their voices.  Lana even excitedly made one last request, which Lyrah agreed to.  The shamaness drew her hands back, and Lana tenderly laid a hand upon her swelling belly.  There wasn’t too much of a bump after only four months, but she was definitely showing more than before, and Drenan swore she had a certain glow about her now.

\tThe two of them boarded a lifeboat along with one of the crew -a worgen- and the three of them quickly rowed to shore.  “Hold off a sec, luvs,” the crewmate said as they ran aground.  “Lemme prime the pump for ya before ya go off.”  True to his word, the worgen went and met with a representative from the town, and after a few minutes of chatter he waved for the couple to approach.  Drenan and Lyrah held hands tightly as they made for the two.  “These’re them.  They ain’t meanin’ no harm, honest.  Nicest blokes ever to grace our passenger cabin.”

\tA middle-aged man with black hair and a matching beard turned toward the tauren.  To their surprise, he smiled and bowed low, speaking in very shaky Orcish.  “Greetings, outsiders!  Mayor Charlton Connisport, at your service.”

\tBoth of them were taken aback by his friendliness.  “H-hello,” Lyrah attempted to return in Common.  “Um… are you sure it’s okay for us to be here?”

\t”I will vouch for you two in a heartbeat,” he said without hesitation.  “You two are familiar with the Cenarion Circle, yes?  One of my closest friends is -was- a member who believed in nature dearly.  A Thornspeaker friend of mine gave me advance notice of your arrival, and by the Light if she vouches for you, I won’t argue with her.”

\t”That is very kind of you, Mr. Connisport.  Our stay will not be permanent, but we wish not to disturb any of your townsfolk either.”

\tCharlton waved his hands dismissively.  “Nonsense!  Folks out here gotta be tough to survive.  They won’t see two tauren as a threat,  Hell, you could be two or three dozen and even the milkmaids would roll up their sleeves!”

\tBoth tauren chuckled.  The mayor happily led them to a small cottage at the edge of town.  Drenan graciously offered him a handful of gold for their stay, but the mayor refused, claiming his friend’s word was enough.  With a shrug, Drenan and Lyrah settled in, and this time they could fully devote their energy to planning their small wedding… between Lyrah’s continued bouts of nausea, anyway.

\tAnother two weeks passed during their stay in Surwich.  It felt rather out of place walking through a town inhabited mostly by members of the Alliance, but all in all they were very friendly with Drenan and Lyrah.  They were so far away from the faction war to care, as long as neither of them did anything unsavory.

\t”Geez, we only have like two weeks left until the wedding,” Lyrah lamented and dropped her head into her hands.  “This was crazy.  I don’t even have a dress yet!  Dad?  What if nobody shows up?  What if we NEVER find an officiant?  What if I… I trip!?  Who’s supposed to give me away!?  You can’t be in two places at once!”

\tDrenan walked over to the desk his daughter sat at and placed his hands on her shoulders affectionately.  “Shhhh, just relax.  Everything will be fine,” he assured her and began massaging her shoulders.

\tLyrah moaned softly and tipped her head backwards, smiling and closing her eyes.  “Mmmmh… and how do you know that for sure?”

\tJust then, Kacheya fluttered up to the house and perched herself upon the sill of the open window, hooting emphatically.  Drenan nodded and gently let go of Lyrah.  “I think you should go check the door.”

\tLyrah opened her azure eyes, confused, until three soft taps rang out.  Curious, she stood and ambled across the small common room and pulled open the door… then broke out into a huge smile.  “Shele!”

\tThe druidess smiled and hugged Lyrah fiercely.  “It is wonderful to see you again, honey!  How are you?  How’s the baby?  Are you eating well?”  It was as if she transformed into a fussing mother in the blink of an eye.

\tBehind her stepped in none other than Soren, however, who was left to stand awkwardly next to his mother until Drenan walked up.  “Good to see you again, Soren.  You look well, as does your mother.”

\tSoren shook Drenan’s hand and smiled.  “Y-yeah, we’re good.  Really good, actually.”

\t”I am thankful to hear it.”  Drenan paused and glanced over at Shele and Lyrah, who had become lost in conversation.  “Can we speak outside?”

\tThe gray-furred bull nodded and quickly shuffled out the door.  Once Drenan had shut it behind them, he added, “I found him,” before Drenan could even ask.

\tDrenan’s eyes lit up.  “Truly?  Did he come with you?”

\t”He did, but… he refused to come into town, even with the mayor’s permission.”

\t”Figures,” Drenan sighed, but seemed no less happy.  “Thank you, Soren.  Did he say if his messages reached him?”

\tSoren shook his head.  “You’ll have to ask him yourself.  He told me he’d be about a ‘klick’ north of town, whatever a ‘klick’ is.”

\tDrenan chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder.  “It is definitely him, then.  I owe you a great deal, Soren.  If there is anything you ever need, please do not hesitate to say so.”

\t”Actually… there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” he admitted with some reluctance.  “Mom -er, Shele- well, she’s, uh… pregnant.”
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