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I'm still pretty overwhelmed right now, and I haven't taken my big test yet, but posts'll start coming back on the regular for Tauren Tuesdays and Saturdays. I haven't forgotten my commissioners either, I swear --not that I think you guys think I have-- but dammit I miss having time to devote to all of this. I miss writing terribly. I might have something small cooked up for Pilgrim's Bounty in a small spark of inspiration, but I don't wanna commit to it yet.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Commissioned by CptPoseidon, Written by Ben Riote

Blizzard owns races/classes/setting, all fiction, etc.  Main characters belong to CptPoseidon.  Consider checking out my Linktree to see where else I'm active!

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

The bulk of this one is told in the flashback, truthfully.  I don't think I do that very often, come to think of it.

Goddammit, fucking *finally* I got a little time to reorganize my Postybirb queue.  I'm so, SO sorry this took so frickin' long.  I lost *all* of my preset tags, descriptions, templates... *everything* that made Postybirb quick, too.  I would've thought I could've figured out how to keep them from my old computer, but I suppose there's no point in worrying about it.  I've finished a lot of stories anyway, though I would've liked at least some of the more popular ones for sequel pieces.

I've got some rebuilding to do I guess.

Sadly I wouldn't say I'm *back* back, but I'm chugging along.  I'm still pretty overwhelmed right now, and I haven't taken my big test yet, but posts'll start coming back on the regular for Tauren Tuesdays and Saturdays.  I haven't forgotten my commissioners either, I swear --not that I think you guys think I have-- but dammit I miss having time to devote to all of this.  I miss writing terribly.  I might have something small cooked up for Pilgrim's Bounty in a small spark of inspiration, but I don't wanna commit to it yet.

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One or two on their own weren’t bad, but six could be deadly to the unwary guard. “Hold on!” Cyran called, drawing his sword with his free hand, though his clunky gauntlets wouldn’t allow him to stow his discovered prize. Keeping the gem clutched in his palm, Cyran charged at the closest murloc, sword leading the way…\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<2>

\tThe young man flinched visibly at this.  “Y-you sure about that?”

\tRaz chuckled darkly.  “Very.  You fit Cyran Lanacaster’s description to a ‘T’.”

\tThe jig was up, and Cyran sighed helplessly.  “Alright, alright, fine.  It’s me.  Happy?”

\t“Far from it,” Raz echoed.  “You have information that our master would dearly love to know, and unless you wanna be worm food, you’re gonna tell us everything.”

\tCyran looked from one cultist to the other.  “Is that right?  Well, I was born a poor, Kul Tiran child-”

\t“Don’t toy with us!” Raz roared and sharply kicked Cyran in the abdomen.  “Tell us about Falir’s Fist!”

\tThe red-haired man cringed in pain, gasping as he regained his breath.  “That’s what it’s called?  Fine, alright, I give up.  I’ll tell you everything… but you’re gonna wanna get comfortable.”

\tJules was already grabbing two abandoned wooden chairs, offering one to Raz who yanked it out of his arms.  Both of them sat in front of Cyran, crossing their arms and looking at him expectantly.  “We got all the time in the world.”

<Three Months Earlier>

\tMenethil Harbor had been my home for as long as I could remember.  My Dad raised me mostly, while my Mom came and went.  She was a sailor and wasn’t home a lot when I was little, but she was pretty young when she had me so we couldn’t afford for her not to work.  Dad was just a guard, and a very good one, but his job cost him his life about five months ago.  After that, Mom came back home to keep an eye on me, even though I was already eighteen.  I think it was about three months ago when I found the relic, and I remember that day just like it had happened yesterday.

\t“Oi!  Landlubber!  Up and at ‘em!” Eliza barked at her son, bursting into his room without hesitation.  The fire-haired woman proudly puffed out her hefty chest, crossing her arms with an unamused look on her face.  “I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be blamed for you bein’ late for your first day of guard duty!”

\tCyran groaned as he flailed out of his covers, revealing him to be stark naked as his sheets hit the floor.  The young man’s pale-skinned frame was quite slender and very clearly untrained, and he promptly clapped his hands over his morning wood in embarrassment.  “Mom, please!  Get out!  I need to dress!”

\tEliza rolled her brilliant green eyes and turned away.  “Ain’t nothing I’ve never seen before, lad.  Come now, I mean it!”

\t“Whatever,” the teen groaned, clutching his loins as he stood and pulled a pair of leggings from his nearby dresser, though his mother remained with her back to him.  “You can wait until I’m done, you know.”

\tEliza didn’t budge.  “Daylight’s burning, hon!  Your Da would pull me into his grave if I let ya off the hook that easily.”

\tCyran groaned and reluctantly picked up the pace.  After a series of clinks and scuffles, Cyran not-so-proudly sported an ill-fitting set of Menethil guard armor, accompanied by a sword and shield.  “Alright, alright, can I go now?”

\tEliza turned back around to study her son for a moment, clearly biting back a wisp of emotion before she added, “Not until you’ve eaten.”

* * * * *

\tGuard duty was horrible.  Even only doing it for one day, I knew it wasn’t for me.  The armor was heavy and pinched everywhere I moved, and the other guards were insufferable to say the least.  That morning went by more slowly than anything, but after lunch I was sent with another guard to scout out some wreckage that had been spotted from the keep.

\t“C’mon, man, quit dragging your heels and move it!  Double time!”

\t“I’m trying, Rian!  Slow down!”  Cyran rolled his eyes and tried his best to keep up with his counterpart, but the armor was heavier than he was used to.  It didn’t help that he could hardly focus on the job, occupied with thoughts of his mother and late father.  As he clambered up the last dune, the fresh soldier hesitated, taking in the sight of half of a shattered ship, its debris scattered all across the beach.  “Whoa…” he breathed, sliding down the hill carefully as he began to survey the wreckage.  His partner had gone ahead further down the beach, leaving him to stride among dozens of beached, waterlogged cargo that had come in with the tide.

\tTo his good fortune, there didn’t appear to be any corpses among the wreckage, but the boxes themselves were… peculiar to say the least.  No two crates had the same emblem upon them, however most of them appeared to have once belonged to the Reliquary - an organization of the Horde that acquired various artifacts from across Azeroth, usually for less-than-savory gains.  Most of the crates’ contents had been lost to the ocean… but not all of them.

\tThe faintest glimmer of brilliant green caught Cyran’s eye as he was about to walk away, prompting him to stop and do a double-take.  In the furthest corner of a crate laid a single, bright green gem about half the size of Cyran’s fist.  His eyes went wide as he knelt down and picked up the gem, turning it over in his gauntleted hand as carefully as he could muster.  Something about its weight, its shape, simply felt right in his hand….

\t“CYRAN!  I NEED BACKUP!”

\tCyran felt his adrenaline surge as he instantly bolted down the beach, making for Rian as fast as he could.  The more seasoned guard was wildly lashing out with his halberd at a half dozen angry murlocs.  One or two on their own weren’t bad, but six could be deadly to the unwary guard.  “Hold on!” Cyran called, drawing his sword with his free hand, though his clunky gauntlets wouldn’t allow him to stow his discovered prize.  Keeping the gem clutched in his palm, Cyran charged at the closest murloc, sword leading the way…
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