Writing Styles




BC Arc – Chapter 8

Rhoelyn: Nysse stumbled back as the tree that had hid her was gone. Blinking, she looked.. to see familiar brickwork and trees. Darnassus? Araatris: A nearby deer pauses in its munching and looks up at her, moderately alarmed. She’s on the edge of the city, amidst family homes. Rhoelyn: The effects of the orb lingered. …

BC Arc – Chapter 7

Araatris: Rhese presses Nysse’s hand between his own, the pressure as heavy as the stormy scowl he wears. “What do -you- want to do?” Rhoelyn: Nysse squeezes his hand gently. “I want to protect others from the orbs. Despite weakness, there’s been no threat to my life yet.” Araatris: The druid frowns. “To your life, …

BC Arc – Chapter 6

Rhoelyn: Nysse leaves her weapons and armor. Wearing a simple tunic and breeches, she heads for the lab area. They’d agreed to meet there. Araatris: Rhese stands with Verune at the workbench, their heads bent together over a book laying open. The two druids confer in quiet tones. Rhoelyn: Nysse coughs politely and stands a …