Warchick Challenge Magic
Watchick Challenge Magic
By Little Black Bird
Magic v. Nature
"I think you used too much Madrake this time."
"No, it had to be the temperature. I think we held the mixture too high too long."
"I was sure it would work this time!"
A collective sigh from the table in the corner catches his attention as he looks up from his journal. Too worn out to find a better bar Chaaran, fresh from Northrend and the bustle of Dalaran, had chosen the closest place to sit down, have a brew and maybe thaw. Ragabash had since charmed his way into the heart of the cook and was permitted to lay in front of the hearth and munching on scraps. Ran had to pay for his. His bedraggled armor wouldn't win him any contests or recognition, most of it was off and drying in the kitchen leaving him in a green flannel shirt and the supple leather trousers he wore beneath the armor. Weeks' worth of stubble covered his chin, his long ash blond hair a ragged mess pulled into an equally ragged tail that cascaded down
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