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DWC Aug 2025 Day 5 - Rustic

Tycil’s boots crunched against the brittle leaves as she pushed the cabin door open. The hinges screamed their protest after decades of disuse, and stale air spilled out into the afternoon. She stood for a moment in the threshold, her nose wrinkling at the damp and dust, at the faint ammonia sting of vermin.

Her parents had brought her and Vael here often in their youth, centuries before the Scourge marched across Quel’thalas and brought its corruption. The wilds had always felt full of danger and opportunity, the cabin had been their home for weeks on end when on the hunt. Now, this one was nothing but a husk.

Shadow darted past her ankles, the small nether-born thing bouncing across the floor before vanishing into a corner. Its presence comforted her even when it shouldn’t. She followed it inside, lifted an old lantern, and frowned at its weightlessness. Empty. She found candles in a drawer instead and set them in holders. As the first flame caught, light crawled across the walls and revealed what she already suspected: chewed sacks, claw marks on beams, nests in the rafters.

Tycil sighed. Mice had made ruin of the place, and the mattresses had collapsed into dust. But there were no ghouls here, no lurking horrors. In the Ghostlands, that counted as fortune.

She rolled up her sleeves and set to work.

By the time the sun would have fallen behind the city walls of Silvermoon, the cabin looked habitable again. Spartan, but clean. She filled a pot from the creek, set it to boil over a rekindled hearth, and steeped tea so strong it bit the back of her throat. She sipped, staring out the window at the deepening night, her mind slowly rolling over the one thing in her mind.

The void.

Not within her, never within her, but pressing at the edges of her memories, as if her breath itself had to be drug back from her past. The sensation drove her back to the lonely years she had survived in the nether, hunted by shadows that always seemed to know where she was. She had adapted then, learned to hide even from what could not be hidden from, learned to strike unseen.

The news had reached her in Silvermoon before she returned here: Tazavesh. A great market in peril, a call to arms, whispers of void-born threats stirring in distant lands.

The moment she heard, the pulse had begun in her ears, slow, insistent, inescapable. It was the same rhythm she felt now, rattling her bones as though the Ghostlands themselves reverberated with it.

The people of Azeroth had answered the call. So would she. But she was not ready. Hunting beasts for meat was one thing. Standing against the void again was another.

And yet, the hunt always began the same way: with her bow in her hand.

(Divider by @ /sister-lucifer )

She slipped into the woods as night deepened, climbing a hunting stand she had built years ago and letting the familiar vantage calm her pulse. The Ghostlands sprawled before her: black trees, ruins overtaken by vines, silence broken only by the distant cry of carrion birds.

Through her spyglass she saw them.

Shadowpine trolls.

The campfires of their village burned, surrounded by crude hides stretched on racks and bones picked clean. Six of them, armed and restless, their guttural voices carrying up into the night. The sight tightened something deep inside her chest.

Tycil’s hand drifted to her bow. She did not carry the polished one her husband had made, but the one she had recovered from the scar, the bow she had once given her youngest son long before the Scourge took him. The string hummed under her fingers.

The first troll never saw her. The arrow struck deep in his throat, silencing his laughter before it could break into alarm. He fell into the dirt with a choked gargle, and the others jerked to their feet.

Tycil waited. Patient. Listening to their confusion, to their fear.

One troll left the circle, muttering curses as he stumbled toward the bushes. Tycil dropped silently from her perch, drawing the hunting knife from her belt. She shadowed him for three steps before her blade flashed once across his throat. He collapsed, gurgling into silence, his blood dark against the pale grass.

She dragged his body into the underbrush, then returned to her vantage.

Five remained.

Her next arrow took the sleeping one. The rest roared in alarm, axes flashing in the firelight, tusked mouths twisting into war cries that seemed to echo from the ruins themselves.

The night filled with the snap of bowstrings, the hiss of arrows, and the guttural shouts of trolls falling one by one. Tycil circled, loosed, vanished, and struck again, her movements flowing with a precision honed in darker places than this cursed forest.

When at last silence returned to the clearing, she stood at its edge, bow lowered. Troll corpses smoldered in the firelight, their camp broken. Shadow flickered into being at her side, restless, almost eager.

Tycil brushed the bow’s curve, thinking of her sons, of her family’s legacy of hunters. She thought of Tazavesh, of the pulse of the void’s corruption there demanding she act.

Dark stains in the soils of the Ghostlands reminded her who she was. (Mention of @vaelsnipe) (@daily-writing-challenge)

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Joie de Vivre

Mistake/Wild: Day 5 @daily-writing-challenge

It felt as if the past handful of weeks had been eons. She often wondered what Cyrus had been doing in their time apart. More often than not Castien had spent her time on ships when she wasn’t sailing the seas beneath sails and wading surfs she had taken up odd jobs at the Smoking Crow in Black Water Bay or upholding commissions that took full advantage of her skill set.

Crimson eyes traveled across the darkness to her companions whom she had been traveling the past few days with. The Lady Gray hadn’t been someone she was too accustomed to knowing but had been learning little by little during the journey they had been embarking upon within the wilds of Yak T’el malms from Tuliyoyall and the comforts of the seas that she had found peace within.

Wren she knew even less of aside from the fact she had been Ward to the Lady Gray and from what Castien could tell, the two were close but they kept the relationship professional – close friends more than the norm for what an employer and employee would be.

Then there was the Lady Cress, Vahalia. Still, quite the mystery as the woman often kept her private life under lock and key.

Smirking, Castien continued to carve at the curve of the piece in her hand, having worked at it for some hours now, “The lads back home must be quite jealous of our outing.” she mused with some mild jubilant snark while whittling away.

“Nary such for myself,” Wren replied and Cordelia simply remained quiet. The book within the Lady Gray's hand must have kept her attention far better than the conversation, or perhaps, it was simply a pleasant excuse.

“And you?” Castien gazed to Vahalia.

The Lady Cress only afforded Castien the slightest of smirks and a shake of her head, “I’m certain details will have to be shared though to their dismay it might not be as interesting as they play it up to be in their mind.”

“So there is someone within the darkened halls of yours?” Castien asked blowing the slivers of curled wood from the piece, listing forward she handed it off towards Vahalia.

Taking the wooden carving, Vahalia turned it over in her hand as the piece itself seemed to be very much a small gift for her. The slope and shape of the item depicted that of a tulip-shaped bell sans any true detailing but it was quality in and of itself. There was no mistaking that this had been carved with Vahalia in mind, “Yes. Though it matters little.” she finally responded to Castien, remembering something she had been privy to several months prior, “You and Cyrus though, I recall Cyrus asking me for wood of great calibur for you when you both had seized the most recent ship some moons ago.”

A small nod came and Castien pulled another piece from her bag, half-finished but it was easily starting to resemble that of a moth’s wing, “If that is your subtle way of asking if he and I are together, then yes.” the knife continued to work away at the soft wood and a few blows expelled from Castien again to rid the work of debris, “Quite the odd way we happened to meet though it makes for an interesting story. Caught him out hard on his luck and while he was in need for work I directed him to Ishgard. That is where he came upon Eivor, Carrera and eventually you.” she bobbed her head towards Vahalia, “Bit of a wild thing that man if you haven’t noticed.”

“I have but the said could be said of you, Bancroft.” Vahalia swiftly replied, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the tell-tale signs.”

Castien paused and her red eyes pinned across to Vahalia before cutting to Cordeila and Wren nearby. Cordi was still enveloped in her book though Wren looked rather intrigued.

“Worry not.” Vahalia laughed, “To make you an enemy would mean to make one of myself. It seems we all are familiar with the same dark halls. Make no mistake, you’re well within your proper circle here.”

For a brief moment, Castien caught a looming sensation that lingered in the darkness behind Vahalia, the space before her between Wren and Cordelia illuminated well by the fire's light but still, she had felt less of a threat enclosing the space and more at peace with the notion of being somewhere she belonged; darkness included.

Outside of Cyrus – these were her people.

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DWC - August - Day 5 - Wild

The Green Son wandered the lands of Drustvar with an easy smile upon his face, the air cool go skin and the sun setting into dusk. It honestly was how it always was in the woods, but he loved it and likely would beyond even the end of his service. Beldwin Storm was not a native to these shores but over the last few years he definitely was no longer a stranger.

Beld would slowly come to a halt near a small copse of trees, his gauntleted hand coming to gently caress the bark of one of the old oaks. He could hear a soft hum in his head that could be considered unpleasant but had become a song that he could more feel than understand. It was a gift that Athair had bestowed upon him to hear the natural wild words of the land he had adopted as his own. The land had been ravaged for so long by the terrible powers of the Coven that its soft song had been drowned out in the silent screams of agony as the druid death magic warped it. The Crimson wood always made him shiver at the cacophony of agony that never ended from the wicker beasts that were drawn forth. He leaned his head to rest on the oak letting its own hum drown out the memory. He didn’t need that today.

Today was a good day that needed not the dour notes from the western provinces of the country. Birth was the note, not death, this day.

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August 15th - Baked Goods

The mage ran his hand over his face and his expression had hardened considerably as his step-sister stood with him outside in the blistering cold winds that whipped across the property set high in the hills. Snow flurries and drifts moved, powdery and light and their clothes wore the shimmering, diamond-like dust which set them sparkling in the early afternoon light. Elliott had her hands on her hips and Edwin’s expression became exasperated and genuinely vexed.

The both watched as a large, unruly Fel-stalker bounded through the snow and made voracious attempts to catch birds and squirrels. The demon had leather barding, a saddle to ride and Edwin slowly turned to look down at his pint-sized sibling with a level of intensity that made her shrink back sheepishly in her space.

“Why… is there a demon on your property, Elliott?”

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August 15 - Day 5 Mistake / Wild

Fiorenze landed hard enough on her back that it knocked the wind out of her and popped a couple vertebrae. She heard the rush of magic from Yserina’s shifting more than she saw it with her own eyes — it was easier to stare at the spiraling branches of Amirdrassil above and let the world stop spinning a bit first.

“Your form is off today. What could you have done better there?” The kaldorei’s tone was a little harsh, and in an instant the much taller woman was looming over her, blotting out the moonlight.

Fiorenze wheezed out a pained, “Bear.”

A clawed finger crooked slowly upwards, growing roots and leaves rapidly enough to push the sin’dorei trainee back to her feet before they wilted away and turned to mulch equally as fast. As effective as it was, it always made Fiorenze’s skin crawl a little to feel the plants grow and creak beneath her. Yserina’s ancient features gleamed in the White Lady’s light as she gave a short, affirming chuckle, “Yes, you could have become a bear. Or summoned a typhoon to knock me back. Called down a sunbeam, even, to sear me out of my casting—”

“Yes, I know, I need to think faster on my feet,” it was hard not to be sharp with how her head throbbed, causing her long ears to slant back.

Her teacher hummed a slightly displeased note, “No need to be short with me, girl. That’s enough for today. Come, make me some tea, we’ll talk.”

There was an undeniable comfort in the hollowed out tree that Yserina had made her home. A small fire bloomed in the hearth, heating up the well worn teapot that had become a fast friend. Yserina had pulled out an ornate, slender pipe with some immediacy and packed a mix of peacebloom and dreamfoil down into the bowl, “Have you made progress on your staff, yet?”

Fiorenze slumped down into a chair that had become overgrown with moss since the last time she’d visited, “Yes, some. There’s a tree I grew up with that I think will grant me permission, it’s on the edge of the necrotic scar that cuts through Quel’thalas. Some of it has corrupted, but the heartwood still seems hale.”

“A guardian tree!” Yserina’s eyes lit up with approval as she waved a hand over her pipe to help the embers inside catch a little faster, “Wonderful choice. You will be stronger for it. That’s not enough to distract you so terribly, though, hm?”

She dropped her head to rest against the top of the chair’s back, staring up to count the rings that wound from the center of the ceiling out toward the tree’s outer walls, “No, it’s not.” Fiorenze laced her fingers together to prevent herself from fidgeting too much; Yserina wasn’t one who liked to guess and it was best to simply be out with it. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before finishing her thought, “My late husband’s sister, the one who requested the estate back from me and the titles that went with it — Lady Tel’vaiel, now. My old name — wants me to run it for her so she can … effectively be Lady in name only. It’s too much, apparently. The tenants miss my governance and the Town Council is wildly in favor. She’s too flighty to work with, apparently. None of the other nobles really want to deal with her because acknowledging her right means they’d have to acknowledge their own bastards…”

“Ah, she looked the gift nightsaber in the mouth, did she?” Yserina’s quiet, amused laugh rumbled like slow thunder, “How tempting to be offered something you’ve excelled at your entire life. Born and raised for.”

“I don’t want it,” her own voice carried a vehemence that surprised her, “that’s what’s bothering me. I should, shouldn’t I? It was my home for nearly 70 years. This last year without it has been so… free. The time has been mine, and mine alone. Giving that up is impossible.”

Yserina clucked her tongue, “You tasted what it’s like outside of captivity. No more gilded cages for you, my dear. What will you do about it, then?”

The answer had always been there, the same one she had been taught to direct toward the service of her long family line. Now it was hers to do with as she saw fit. “Take what I want.”

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DWC August 2024 - Day 5 - Mistake/Wild - Tinnaire

For other girls of her station, the musty, mossy smell of the forest floor held no delight. For other elves, long-lived and lofty in mind, it was beneath noticing when a mushroom cap appeared or a tiny mouse skull peeked from under the fallen leaves.

She’d spent more hours than was suitable stomping around the forest, pausing to squat on her heels and stare at the march of ants in the evening light. She knew, and matched, the feral smile of the lynx that looked at her from the tree.

Some said she should be afraid to be out there alone. Surely it was a mistake to let a girl grow so! And at night! Her parents must have been mad.

Or in love.

Discreetly guarded on their own wooded properties, Tinnaire ran free whenever her spirit needed it. She’d come back with burrs stuck on her socks and bugs in jars; with leaves in her pockets and pebbles in her palm. Moonlight silvered her golden hair. Fireflies gilded her cheeks.

There had always been a thread of -wild- in her.

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You Can Go Home Again

@daily-writing-challenge Aug 2024, Day 5 - Mistake

It was a mistake but what other choice did she have? Nahi walked down a path through Quel’thalas that she hadn’t been on in a very long time. She checked everything about her again, her hair was styled and as free of glitter as it could ever be. The gown she wore was of good quality but not rich in fabric, shoes… well trainers but hopefully they would not check that. Her jewelry was simple as it usually was but she wore a pendant that had been packed away for a score of years now. Last was her pack, it was filled with papers, legal documents and a peace offering of sorts.

Alright, ready.

Her once over had kept her mind occupied enough that by the time she reached the door she was able to steel herself and knock, not too loud or soft and easy in tempo. Perfect, and yet she still wanted to leave, to even do this disgusted her.

An older woman opened the door and stopped, “Miss Nahilvi.”

Well at least she was recognized by the help still, “Sealine, it is good to see you.” And she was being truthful, the woman had been her nanny and was the only one she did miss through the years. “May I come in?” She asked with a smile.

“Uhm,” she looked behind her, once Nahi didn’t need a nanny any longer the plump woman was kept on as chatelaine. “Yes?” It was said like she wasn’t sure, and yet she didn't really have a choice.

“It should be okay, or at least they won’t blame you,” Nahilvi strode into her old home, well technically… that would be dealt with. “If you ask them to come to father’s study I would appreciate it.” She didn’t wait for the assent, it really would be much better for Sealine if she was less involved in this.

Nahi placed her bag on the desk and took the ornate chair, idly looking at the bookkeeping that was open and making sure they would see her interest in it. Most of this trip fell on a moment of surprise and how much she would push her will onto those that resided here still. She had avoided the estate since she had taken up residence in Dalaran; there was no reason to come back, and she never wanted to find one, but life was about to become more interesting.

It was her third cousin Tirorastraza, named such because her parents were assholes that thought she should be as honored as one of the dragonkin were, it was a long time ago, they couldn’t have known. The woman was sweet and had about half the intelligence she should have, inbreeding took its toll. Next were Tiroadiria’s brother Hamdil and his wife Banictusia, and then came the the turtle himself, their father Hoovanil, all of them stopped just inside the study door, good, it gave her the advantage of lording over them as her father had so gleefully done most of their lives.

“Nahilvi, we thought you were dead.” Hamdil spoke first with a little hint of that warm bond they had felt growing up together. His wife sneered just a little and took his hand, she had been less than happy about how close Nahi and her cousin had been. She was the jealous sort, not that Nahi was going to marry her cousin, no matter how much their family pushed for it, inbreeding after all.

Hoovanil took longer to respond and cleared his throat, “Young woman, where have you been?” Even now she could see the turtle she always thought of with him, stubborn, wrinkled and more than willing to duck his head into a shell and not listen to what he was being told, that was the reason for the bag of legal documents.

She didn’t stand or go to them for familial greetings, hugs or whatever normal families did, she remained in the head of the family’s seat and began opening her bag. “If you would all take seats we have something to discuss.”

Tiroradoria blustered, “You can’t just come in here like you own the place.” Her brother took her elbow and guided her to a seat while he whispered to her and her face blanched. Oh good, at least one of them remembered who she was, though Nahilvi was much different when she left, maybe she would have had trouble recognizing her authority too in their place.

Hoovanil took a seat and Hamdil’s wife took a place next to him, not unexpected to Nahi; she had made sure she understood the household dynamics before she showed up. This had been in the planning stage for this for a long time, but the world was under attack and she couldn’t wait to put it into action.

It wasn’t until Hamdil found a place that she spoke, using all the performer’s presence she had learned from her mother, then perfected through her own time on the stage. “As you know, since you made it happen, my father has been declared dead. As you also know, the courts refused your petition to do the same for mother and I, mostly because we are not and I made sure they understood that.”

Nahi may have disliked family squabbles but she had been in enough to know how this would have gone had she come back when the keep fell. Well, after the whole mess with the demons on the island was taken care.

“Before you say anything let me start with other legal standings,” she reached into her bag and pulled out the first document. She had them in her bag in order so she could do this exactly as she had rehearsed in her mind, “This is the last filed copy of father’s will that states that mother and I, along with any other children of the marriage were to inherit. Man, he really didn’t want you to get your hands on the estate, did he? Making mother his heir? She might even have kicked you out.”

Bowling on and not letting any of them speak, “These are copies of your requests to have father’s banking turned over to you, something I also blocked.” Legally they had to wait to have her father declared dead so Nahi’s barrister had years to go to the court to show the will and arrange for Nahi to declare her mother incompetent. That one had been difficult, legally and emotionally, then she put a freeze on the accounts so no one could access them without an injunction, or her permission.

Paper after paper was pulled out, court findings, her own research on the family genealogy, the findings of a couple private eyes she had hired to locate any bastards her father may have sired that were older than her mother’s claims, those could have been a problem, will or not. Finally she got down to the actual reason she was here.

“Technically everything is mine, well mother’s, but since I control her estate, mine. These documents have spanned the last five years, so technically I have had the right to come here and make you all leave if I wished, and your paltry sums,” she dramatically pushed the bookkeeping to the edge of the desk, “could never have stopped me.” Money was power and she had access to the money. “I have some other papers here, first is a lease to the estate and the lands surrounding it, they have already been drafted so I can sign them today.”

The gasps of shock were the first real noises her captive audience had made and Hamdil began to speak,”But Nahi…”

Nahi held up her hand, “I don't want to live here and I won’t displace you. It is my understanding that you have children Hamdil, congratulations. Unlike my father I will not lord where you live over you. The lease will continue for twenty years, at which time we can address it again. I will not pay for any upkeep, as stipulated, you must continue to support it as you have. I am leaving the furnishing but there is an accountant coming by to take careful record of what is here compared to the detailed records father took before he followed the Prince and left you in charge.”

All of this had taken a decent chunk out of her, and her mother’s finances which were separated from her father’s at her mother’s wishes, mother had more than he did due to her status and never let him forget that. “I am not signing over the summer house, that will be retained and my mother will be moved in there tomorrow along with her husband and staff.” Even Tirora was smart enough to know what having her mother declared incompetent likely meant. “You will not go there, you will not try and contact her in any way, you will not attempt to barge in with some kind of false legal authority, if you do the lease states I can break it and have you removed.” That stipulation was still fuzzy legally but her father was a bastard that had always held their living here under his thumb so this was better than that for them.

“I will be around but I have other places I also need to be.” Well, for the time being that was a complete fabrication but she hoped… well that would be handled, if not she had options, not ones she liked but they were there. being a kept woman was not so bad afterall, right? “Now, if you want to fight about this,” she looked to Hoovanil and then to Hamdil’s wife, which would be the two to fight what Nahi laid out,

She had been right, they had objections, which she legally brushed aside, everything was hers and all of their issues were nullified by that fact, that and the fact that she would no longer be bullied by her family as she had in her youth. Her father had lorded over her as much as he had the , but he also lavished her with gifts and spoiled her as his only heir, it was no wonder she had been the entitled woman she was for so long,

All of this legal bullshit was necessary for her though, she had known for two years that her mother would need a secure place outside of a city, her escapes recently had proved that. This relocation was not going to be easy on her, and Nahi really couldn’t handle it any longer. She couldn’t keep doing everything and taking all the punishment. Sure Iren and the nurses had it pretty bad as well, but Nahi was the daughter that was forgotten, the one that was blamed for ruining her life, the one she had recently begun to throw curses at and even spit at, because she ‘stole’ all of her things and locked her up. This separation was needed for her mother’s sake too, it was not good to have Nahi there, it just made Acen angrier, even on her more lucid days she had thrown things at her and needed to be restrained from an outright attack.

Finally the entire family signed it, even the jealous Missus Hamdil as Nahi wasn’t leaving her off to try and maneuver around all this. Nahi arranged for the household staff to be paid, they didn’t deserve to be kicked out to save money. She had walked through ‘her’ property for the last time, once her mother no longer was in need of the summer house it would be sold and Nahi would arrange for Hamdil to take the estate. She would keep the money, of course, but she no longer wanted to pay the stupid amount of taxes that she had been paying to keep her name on the place.

A catch up session with Hamdil and some time spent meeting his children were all the niceties she could manage, she wanted to get out of there and drink that bottle of bourbon Talthorn had brought her. Then she would proceed with her mother’s move and try to ensure that if Dalaran truly was destroyed Iren would be taken care of. The house was all he had other than his pay from the hospital, but that would dry up too, as he would be staying with her mother full time.

After that? Well after that Nahi needed to find something to do, and helping a planet that was under attack seemed like a logical place to start. That is if anyone would take her on to help.p, if not… the kept woman options would always be open.

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Warlock mistake

A World of Warcraft fanfiction featuring my Pandarian warlock character Jing Springfeet for @daily-writing-challenge event Daily Writing Challenge August 2024 day 5 prompt mistake.

In a dark stone room deep inside Dalaran, Jing Springfeet, a young Pandarian woman whose training in the dark art of warlocks, come before the judges made up of a male human, a male orc, a female Worgen, a male Blood Elf, a male Dark Iron Dwarf, and a male Forsaken, each of them is a member of a race that were warlocks before. The human judge said to Jing as he look up a paper, "Okay, it said here that your name is Jing Springfeet." and Jing nod at her name getting called and the Forsaken judge said, "I admit that these has been new warlocks belonging to species that normally don't use the power of the fel and/or void, but I guess that appearance of the Void Elves changed that somewhat." The Blood Elf judge said to Jing, "This test is a simple imp summoning. This will be easy for someone like you. You may begins, Jing." The Pandarian woman focus hard on summoning the imp, trying to calling out to one in the dimensions, while the judges watched Jing, which made her nervous that sweats run down Jing's white fur. As Jing focus hard, the Pandarian sense that she got it and start pulling it toward her, and begins to sense that Jing got two by mistake, which made the Pandarian worry, 'Am I too powerful that I got two imps at once? Will this affect my test?'

Jing's power pull the two beings into her dimension, but the Pandarian and the judges see that those were not imps but two strange floating orb-like creatures with a single eye and tentacles. Jing realized that she made a mistake as one of the creatures said in their dark language, "Hey, where are we, Yo'vejbert?" and its friend Yo'vejbert reply, "I don't know, Jc'Swinut. I remember that we were doing fine in the dark dimension and then this portal pull us in." The two cosmic monster look around before they see Jing whose said to them, "I'm the one whose summon you. You will obey me, Jing Springfeet." and Yo'vejbert and Jc'Swinut look at each other as if Jing was a joke to them. The Worgen judge quickly send the two back to their dark dimension and then said to Jing, "I think you are going to need more time to learn more, Miss Springfeet." and the Pandarian woman sigh as she take her leave.

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