The First Regiment

September 16 - So... I see soldiers writing in books a lot, and... Well, I figure I should probably start doing it too. My father likes to say that, long after you're gone, the only thing to remember you bye, is the words you've either told, or wr...

(Warning: The below story contains some blood, some rather dark imagery, and describes maybe just what is going on behind those laughing eyes of our favorite farmgirl. If those kind of things aren't your cup of tea, you might want to click back....

((A crisp letter on parchment is posted within the barracks of the garrison.))To my brothers and sisters of The First Regiment,Nothing makes me happier than to be back among the ranks of The First Regiment. I've been gone for what seems like ages...

He had not known such pain for months. It was not like the stab wound, piercing arrow, or gun shot. Instead, a great fire roared inside his body as he tried his damn best to sleep. His eyes shut tight, teeth gritting tightly. The few that slept ar...

Chapter 1Setting the AtmosphereHad I been left to die? Under all of that fighting perhaps it had become to chaotic to keep up with everyone, I found myself being dragged on the fel rock ground wincing as I felt my body crying in agony, I had been ...

The skies above the hell-planet did not shine like that of Azeroth. Instead, the celestial bodies familiar to the sergeant major were replaced with swirling clouds of sickly green gas, entire slabs of earth floating incomprehensibly in the void, o...

(Gabriel Arkantos)Whispers echoed in the swirling darkness of his mind. Visions of fire, slaughter, and evil from his past tormented his dreams and he found himself unable to wake up. "What is it you would have of me?" Gabriel shouted to the infi...

Heartsgrove PrologueNearly sixty years ago, in the Barony of Sarcelfen along the eastern edge of the County of Mirwood which is itself part of the Greater Duchy of Westridge, the area now known as the Withering Wood was once a lush wooded area off...

((This is a fanfiction I wrote a few years ago while I was underway one evening. It contains some cringe worthy dialogue, but I'm kinda proud of it.))I. ProlougeLord Admiral Daelin Proudmoore stepped onto the forecastle of his newly christened war...

[Forward Note: I don't exactly write journal entries, but rather enjoy writing stories/aftermath of events about what my character does after events or daily happenings with their state of mind. Rarely will their be a first person perspective or a...

The throne room of the Kings of Stormwind was vast, echoing, and no number of gaily-dressed courtiers clustering and murmuring along its walls ever seemed to fill it. Their many colognes and perfumes mingled incomprehensibly with the smell of tor...

To whom it may concern:It is with regret that I must broach the topic of my resignation from the First Regiment of the Stormwind Army. I find that I no longer have a path forward in the regiment. When I joined it was with hopes that I could some...

Theodore opened his eyes slowly, wincing and blinking against the midday sun that shone down between the thick, leafy boughs of the tree he had been napping beneath. With a grunt, he sat up, looking blearily at his surroundings; the rolling, hilly...

Roy stood in the entryway to Westbrook Garrison, staring out at the road as he stood guard. He hadn’t changed his stance in hours but for the smallest of shifts, thankful that the rain had ceased for that day unlike the first two. Sweat occasional...

Checkmate“Death's dark hold now all undone; with joyful heart, we pray as one: give thanks and proclaim glory.” Heroes 8:1-14Kingsland burned.The final attack had ended, and now the colony was aflame. Sergeant Grunwald, having sent out fire brigad...

It had been a long deployment to Stromgarde. Many had fallen, some Taye had seen around the camp. The dwarf found himself wounded on several occasions. In truth, he was happy to be alive.The first thing he did when he got back to Westbrook was to ...

Jeremaias Auromere could not wash out the stains. His hands were rusty with blood, so much blood, and it wouldn't come out. As he slowly collapsed onto a nearby crate of supplies, pushing his glasses to the top of his head, he could not even hav...

It was another cold night at Stromguard Keep, another cold night filled with watchful guards and under-the-table drinking. The perfect kind of night for Elladorie Cape. Though still mildly frustrated with her own incompetence next to her fellow ma...

It was late, well past midnight before Garumm has finished repairing his armor. Sleep was not coming to him easily as he tossed and turned. The battle fresh in his mind, and one like he’d not been in for some time. He was a strong fighter, and s...

One of the basic duties of recruit life was the guard shift. A new soldier would expect themselves to be on guard or in formation more often than not. And when not occupied, they should be keeping themselves busy. Taye had done a decent enough job...