[rp] Our Heritage

Chabat sat by a roaring fire close to Orgrimmar's inn. The shouts of the peons clearing up scourge bodies echoing in her ears. She looked down at the new, and still slightly sore, tattoo on her right
arm thankful she was now under the protection of Hir'eek.

The ritual had been wonderful and so many of her freinds had turned up to support her and Stargaazer.

Reaching into her bag, the little mage pulled out a battered looking book and, eventually, a small stick of charcoal. She flipped throught the pages until she came to a blank one, picked up the charcaol and dated the top of the page. Frowning in concentration, she began to write down all she could about the ceremony while it was still fresh in her mind...


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