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This need to be shared, its some phenomenal work! 

And apologies again for all the incomplete panels—I hope you still enjoyed it!

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#golden sun #GS20 #nintendo #camelot

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He’s woken up!?

What on earth?! I am back on here again, well sort of.  What with my favourite RPG game every hitting its 20th birthday this year I am feeling a rush of inspiration to start writing little drabbles and one shots / letters again, both here and on Fanfiction.net.  I never really got AO3′s interface. 

Hopefully see you around and some of you will enjoy reading what I put out. :) 

#goldensun #20 #thelostage #darkdawn #goldensun20 #gs #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #Letters from Karazhan #letters #Harpthorne Tavern

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You

This isn’t a fanfic, or (if I’m being honest) fictional at all. It’s often that I write romance about others, but rarely do I put my own romantic feelings or thoughts or desires into writing, funny enough. Consider this not really journaling or anything like that, but more just a look into the kind of love I’d want for myself.

Warmth.

Sleep slowly gives way to consciousness, but in your arms she still feels like a dream. Oxytocin and residual melatonin circulate through your veins, submerging you in a wistful world where oxygen tastes like the way she takes your breath away. Infant sunlight filters through the blinds, painting luminescent streaks along the walls and sheets and that perfect face of hers. 

You’d learned very quickly from her that happiness sounds like soft breathing and a gentle, half-asleep murmur.

You pull her closer, planting a kiss on her forehead and sighing at the way enamorment blooms inside your chest. Seconds or minutes or your whole life with her coast by as she nuzzles against you. Beautiful is a word reserved only for her; what else could capture the spirit of the darling curled up in your arms? God was clearly showing off when he put her on Earth.

Her eyes are suddenly open, pupils dilated and irises dipped in chocolate. A bird chirps outside, the ceiling fan hums, and her lips find your jaw. Reflex and tenderness fuel her actions; no combination of syllables could match the way she leans into you, touching her fingertips to your neck. You’d almost swear she was scanning your pulse, feeling the ba-dum ba-dum and translating all the things your heartbeat says about her.

Withdrawal sets in as she pulls away, resting her hand on your chest and offering her gaze to you. Strands of hair decorate her face, and you tuck them behind her ear before resting your palm on her cheek. Wonderment lightens her expression and dyes the rim of her nose scarlet; the color she turns as her lips curve upward is a pigment of your imagination, a tint that mankind has no name for yet.

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A thing that made me laugh

When the whole party is down but your bard is up

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Heyho, this is Miya speaking right out of beautiful Cornwall. :D (I can't log in without a PC). So I waved you when driving to Trebah Garden today. Hope you received it. *giggles* Have a great time.

:D hehe that I did. I hope your enjoying Cornwall and one day if you're coming back let me know and it would be an honour to take you around.

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Sent from the Lakeshire Trading Post

Dear Perry,

That's it!  I'm learning to ride a griffon as soon as possible!  The burning steppes are not something I want to experience again.  At least not from ground level.  Dwarven bandit attacks, black dragon whelps and dust.  Soooo much dust.  

I am okay, as is the rest of the caravan.    Some of the guards are a bit battered, but thankfully we haven't lost anyone.   Some of the cargo was taken during the night about midway through our trip, but in spite of what occurred, it was a small mercy.  It's the first time I have ever had to use magic offensively outside of a training environment.  I took no pleasure in it; I'll say that.  

We had camped south of Blackrock, and all was well until just after midnight. That's when things got rough.  We were set upon by some Dwarven bandits, who made off with some food supplies but were easily repelled but then came the dragon whelps.  Hulking great black creatures.  The guards started shooting them to draw them away from the main caravan.  Unfortunately, Nasslyn managed to be cut off from the rest of the guards, and I had to throw a mystical bolt at the dragon to cause it to break off the attack.  These things are exhausting to cast, especially on very little sleep.  It was enough though.  The dragon went after me, and one of its burst of fire sent me flying headfirst into a dune before the guards brought it down and despite a few burns Nasslyn is safe, and I have been promised drink at the tavern in Lakeshire.  

I won't have much time to write anything when I get to Lakeshire so I will just finish this now on the back of the cart while they repair the wheel.  Hopefully, we can get out of here before the wind kicks up more dust again.  It gets in the robes and everywhere it shouldn't, and I am sure I will be knocking it out of my shoes for weeks to come.

Anyway, I hope you're well all of my love and some dust.

Khadgar.

#Letters from Karazhan #khadgrin #WoW #world of warcraft #drew winchester

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Sent from the Thelsamar Trading Post

Dear Perry, I hope my letter finds you well, probably wrapped up in a blanket with a book in your little room of which I am jealous of right now. I am waiting on another merchant caravan heading back the way I came through to Loch Modan and Thelsamar to set out.  I get the feeling Bez initially thought I would be an easy mark but, I stand corrected.  He introduced me to the head merchant of this caravan earlier today.  They are supposedly the fastest caravan through the Burning Steppes and the safest.  Though, I have to say this information doesn't fill me with optimism.  

From Thelsamar We will pick up a Dwarven guard detail.  I am ever hopeful they won't be called to arms on our trip.  Apparently the only way through on foot, once again I can hear you saying "I told you to learn to ride a griffon," is through The Searing Gorge. From there it's a four day march along the King's Highway through the Burning Steppes.  If all goes well, I should be in Lakeshire before next week.

Anyway, the master merchant of this Caravan is a quiet dwarf by the name of Brann, not the renowned explorer sadly. Either way, he seems rather nice and incredibly well-read from what I can gather.    He spoke more on the guard detail.  Lead by his daughter no less.  Nasslyn,  I can only hope she and her troop are as good as her father claims.  Well, there is only one way to find out I guess.  

I will post this when I get to Thelsamar, and I hope to send you another letter from Lakeshire before long.

To my shining Star,

Khadgar

#letters from karazhan #WoW #khadgrin #Loch Modan #drew winchester

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Lost in the post

The Azerothian postal service, (My computer) regrets to announce the loss of some of its items.  But don't worry!  We have sent some brave level 10 adventures off to find the lost letters and we are confident, they will be back soon.

For those following my sporadic posts, I apologise I have lost the last letter I have been working on.  How I don't know.  I blame the hungry black drakes along the Burning Steppes high way.  Dwarves are very tasty apparently.  That and like usual real life had got in the way.  I hope to have something up by this evening.   

#Quest giver #that moment when you realise your work is missing #long tags #letters from karazhan #wow #khadgrin

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High on a Hill

The flames danced to and fro in front of his face, the fire now reasonably low. Everyone else had returned to the tents to sleep but not Khadgar.  He couldn't close his eyes; he couldn't sleep, the stars were out twinkling in the distant sky.  He used to count the stars with her and pick out the constellations.  Somewhere under that sky in a different world, maybe a different realm, he didn't know, but she was there.  How he prayed to the light or whatever power that she was safe and living her life happily.  

In spite of his hope, a pain stabbed his heart.  He knew she would be sad but doing her best to smile.  The wind blew cold and cruel across his face, a stark contrast to the fire before him but neither wind nor flame affected him.  It was her warm he craved; he shut his eyes holding back tears, what good would weeping do now?  Nothing.

Then it happened, whether it was his longing or some harsh trick this world's latent magic played on him he didn't know.  Was it a lingering ghost or fragment from his time in Karazhan? He felt, or he thought he could feel arms slipping around him and a faint, familiar warmth encircling him.  Distant but there all the same, if it was a dream he didn't want to awaken from it.  He knew deep in his heart she couldn't be here but that feeling, he couldn't deny it so instead he embraced it.  His arms moved to rest lightly on the sensation, featherlight so as not to break this, this, whatever it was and so that was how the found him in the morning, hands resting on his heart with a smile on his face towards the rising sun.  

Meanwhile, atop the crest of a valley, she sat, arms around herself.  Peregrin, no smile bearing her features just a focus, a will, that should he still be living, breathing out there.  That her love, her Sun would feel this warm, from her heart and soul.  The same devotion that whished daily for his return or at least his safety for one more day.

Perhaps that was all they needed, a single day to find their way home, that's what was heard around the camp that day.  Some spoke of the Archmage as they had come to call him, seen with a smile they said.  A sign of hope perhaps and that they would find their way off forsaken world soon.  

High on a hill in both worlds, a pair of lovers were drawn closer together for the briefest of moments and reminded of each other, for one longing and pain, for the other hope.  It wouldn't be long now.  Beyond the dark portal for the first time in years, a ray of light shone brightly in the hearts of all, that they would see home again.

Written listening to Ralph Vaughan Williams - Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis. Inspired by Drew Winchester's hard work. http://drew-winchester.tumblr.com/post/166506140736/dear-anon-reading-your-message-really-touched-my

#drew winchester #khadgrin #ralph vaughan williams #music & writing #Chronicles from beyond the dark portal #inktober #letters from karazhan #wow #Hope #thanks anonymous #beyond the dark portal

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High on a Hill. The flames danced to and fro in front of his face, the fire now reasonably low. Everyone else had returned to the tents to sleep but not Khadgar.  He couldn't close his eyes; he couldn't sleep, the stars were out twinkling in the distant sky.  He used to count the stars with her and pick out the constellations. Somewhere under that sky in a different world, maybe a different realm, he didn't know, but she was there.  How he prayed to the light or whatever power that she was safe and living her life happily. In spite of his hope, a pain stabbed his heart.  He knew she would be sad but doing her best to smile.  The wind blew cold and cruel across his face, a stark contrast to the fire before him but neither wind nor flame affected him.  It was her warm he craved; he shut his eyes holding back tears, what good would weeping do now?  Nothing. Then it happened, whether it was his longing or some harsh trick this world's latent magic played on him he didn't know.  Was it a lingering ghost or fragment from his time in Karazhan? He felt, or he thought he could feel arms slipping around him and a faint, familiar warmth encircling him.  Distant but there all the same, if it was a dream he didn't want to awaken from it.  He knew deep in his heart she couldn't be here but that feeling, he couldn't deny it so instead he embraced it.  His arms moved to rest lightly on the sensation, featherlight so as not to break this, this, whatever it was and so that was how the found him in the morning, hands resting on his heart with a smile on his face towards the rising sun. Meanwhile, atop the crest of a valley, she sat, arms around herself.  Peregrin, no smile bearing her features just a focus, a will, that should he still be living, breathing out there.  That her love her Sun would feel this warm, from her heart and soul.  The same devotion that whished daily for his return or at least his safety for one more day. Perhaps that was all they needed, a single day to find their way home, that's what was heard around the camp that day.  Some spoke of the Archmage as they had come to call him, seen with a smile they said.  A sign of hope perhaps and that they would find their way off forsaken world soon. High on a hill in both worlds, a pair of lovers were drawn closer together for the briefest of moments and reminded of each other, for one longing and pain, for the other hope.  It wouldn't be long now.  Beyond the dark portal for the first time in years, a ray of light shone brightly in the hearts of all, that they would see home again. Written listening to Ralph Vaughan Williams - Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis. Inspired by Drew Winchester's hard work.

Dear Anon, reading your message really touched my heart. Thank you ! I couldn’t resist drawing this 💜

Whenever he feels her arms around him, she’s sending him a hug from another world.

#drew winchester #Chronicles from beyond the dark portal #wow #Letters from Karazhan #khadgrin #inktober #thanks anonymous #Beyond the Dark Portal #Hope #music & writing

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Sent from the Coldridge Pass post office.

Dear Peregrin, I am writing to you from…well, I am not sure where this is exactly, where ever it is, its freezing, snow everywhere. Either way, I am well on my way to Karazhan.

The boat trip from Southshore was interesting.  The sailors were from Kul Tiras.  They kept on pointing at me and saying my accent was funny, clearly, I have been hanging around with Guzbah too long. Menethil Harbour is beautiful, just like you said.  Incredibly busy, I wish I had more time to stop off and sightsee but you know, mages must fly, or not in this case.  It’s my own fault granted, I have yet to learn to ride a Gryphon. I know, I can hear you saying “I told you so all the way over here.”  Still, maybe I will get a chance down here.

I am currently travelling with a small merchant caravan run by a small fat man called Bez, a nice man if a little over-enthusiastic about his time in the circus.  

Tomorrow we should be moving to our final destination. A small village just outside the Coldridge pass where I will have to leave them and find a new Caravan to travel with. Hopefully, I can pick one up going to Northshire and from there on to Karazan.

To tell you the truth, even though I am excited, I am beyond nervous, what with all the stories I have heard about ‘previous apprentices’ and their lack of success, I don’t want to be seen as a failure, equally I don’t want to end up a pile of dust.  All this, the cold and I’m missing you more than I can put into words.  I know I said this would be a real chance for me, I still wish we could have gone together…or at the very least that I could be in your arms right now.  

No matter what, I hope this finds you well and as happy as you can be, I will be posting this as soon as I get into the village but I must go now, we are just breaking camp.

All my love to you my heart and soul.

Forever Yours

Khadgar

#Letters from Karazhan #khadgrin #wow #inktober #it begins

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Forward

Hi, thanks for dropping by. It's good to see you. Have we met before? Anyway, please make yourself at home. Grab yourself a drink and have a seat.

I fell in love with the Blizzard world early on in life, almost at their inception with the game rock and roll racing.  Since then that love has spread from games, to book and beyond.  Now I find myself writing fiction in that world, some might say it was only a matter of time but irrespective here I am.

"Why now?"  I hear you cry, well, this is all thanks to a friend of mine by the name of Drew.  A fantastic artist who I discovered quite by chance, on account of a picture of Ash Ketchum and a character I had never seen before but that's another story.

To cut a long story short, I chased down the artist to inquire about said character, only to find a wealth of art revolving around one of my favourite characters, Khadgar and a character created by Drew, Peregrin.  A fun-loving Kaldorei druid with a beautiful personality and a slowly evolving backstory which you can ask questions about on Drew's blog. I would describe the development of these characters as colourful and natural aided by Drew's talent and the questions from her fans.  

Keeping the story short, Drew replied to my messages and a few questions/conversations later I had, not only a good friend but also the go-ahead to start on this little project.

Letters from Karazhan will focus on the book The Last Guardian by Jeff Grubb, now sadly out of print if you can find a copy though I highly recommend it. I want to explore in its entries, what sort of dialogue would flow between the two people who are incredibly special to one another and portray a positive and healthy relationship as it blooms.  I also hope to expand, within a degree of headcanon, the story which like Drew, I have been fond of for many years.  With this in mind, we get to do something enjoyable, fill in a few blanks. You will also be able to find these instalments on fanfiction.net I will sort links once I have set it up. but for now, here we are.

If it's your first time here or you don't know much, don't worry just go with the flow and feel free to ask or go and check out Drew's blog. Please review what you read, I like to be encouraged or, if I'm going off course, steered back (gently please) onto the right path. So please, pull up a chair, pour yourself a drink, get your comfy reading slippers on and join me.

A little Disclaimer: What follows is a work of fiction. I do not claim ownership of Blizzard or any of its products. Nor do I claim ownership of Peregrin she is solely Drew's creation and has very kindly allowed me to use her for this work.

#about #Khadgrin #Where it starts #Letters from Karazhan