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[Villayna]

I'm in the process of finding all of the stories that he wrote on TNG so I can make a big post of links, and came across this post.

http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=958

When he killed off Lupa a bunch of people held a memorial for her. Just thought it was amazing how he reacted to it.

[Villayna]

as an RP exercise that someone came up with, everyone was to post how they imagined their character's death scene would be. This is how he imagined Nouri at death:

http://wow-tng.org/showpost.php?p=48159&postcount=6


A cool brisk wind stirred up the fallen leaves in the small, secluded valley nestled deep within the tall peaks of the Stonetalon mountains. The sun had just passed it zenith and was beginning its slow decent towards the faint glimmer of the Western sea.

The old man drew his heavy woolen cloak tighter around himself. Not that it made any difference. He always felt the cold of late, even when the fire in his small stone cottage was stoked to its fullest. A rasping cough broke out, shaking his slight frame with its force.

His rheumy eyes watered when the cough subsisded. Eyes nestled within creased folds of skin, leathery with years of exposure to the elements. Still, those irises glimmered with the same brilliant blue and gold of his youth. Eyes that had captivated and disturbed more people than the old man could remember.

How long had it been that he left civilization behind, to live his secluded life high in the mountains? Forty? Fifty years? He couldnt recall. " The Old Man of the Mountain" the Cenarions down in Stonetalon Peak called him. The Horde stationed at Sun Rock called him the "Mystic of the Mountain." Over the many years many had made the trecherous and difficult trek through the hidden mountain passes to his little secluded refuge, seeking wisdom and healing. They brought him foodstuffs, provisions and sometimes news of the outside world.

Those pilgrimages had become less frequent of late. Why the old man couldn't say. Maybe folk had simply forgotten him. Or he had become simply a legend, a fireside tale to entertain travellers in the mountain passes.

One thing was certain, there would be no more pilgrims. No more visitors. He was dying. His time had come. He had forseen it.

The sun continued its march downard, growing dimmer as it did. Long shadows were cast by the trees lining the clearing he sat in. His breath growing weaker to match the failing light.

Then just as the sun dipped below the horizon, to cast its final flash of glory to the east, breath failed.

In the little secluded mountain valley, the wind stilled and all was peace..

[Xaraphyne]

Beautiful. Thank you. I would love to see a collection of Skafloc's writing.

[Villayna]

I've been working on the list for hours now. It's absolutely mind boggling how much writing he did here across all of his alts.

[Grayslin]

OK, umm, would have been good for me to read this thread first...

Mort's list will probably be more comprehensive. Feel free to delete mine when it's ready.

[Villayna]

nah, you got his primary stories :)

mostly doing this to remind myself and I needed busy work to not be completely useless

[Xaraphyne]

I've been working on the list for hours now. It's absolutely mind boggling how much writing he did here across all of his alts.

I know. So much writing. I tried to pick out a few of his best pieces to share with others, but it was almost impossible to decide.

[Moknim]

Thank you so much Mort, I always looked forward to Skaf's stories and would love to be able to read what he wrote before I knew him/came here.

[Gorvena]

Does anyone remember if it was Rick who had Brom on VCo?

[Villayna]

not sure about Brom, but I know he was the evil little warlock gnome.

[Villayna]

http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=14845 is the thread with the lists

[Gorvena]

Does anyone remember if it was Rick who had Brom on VCo?
Never mind. That was Verloren.