Hey bro, Why don't you contact me on Discord, we can talk there. You can add me mooncloud0812
no! But I might not be able to do continuos releases until November. Thank you so much, I appreciate your enthusiasm.
I shall try to post in a few days, my friend
He's only thirteen on a large body, plus I took note that he had no actual experience facing an enemy in a real battle except the ones with the trolls. I actually used this scene as a catalyst for some details in future chapters.
Undeterred by the orc's brutal assault, Thorwin parried the blows with skillful precision. The orc, not content with its bladed weapon, unleashed a powerful punch aimed at Thorwin's face. The impact was staggering, and the force of the blow sent shockwaves of pain through Thorwin's skull. But he refused to yield. Gritting his teeth, he retaliated with a punishing left hook, his fist connecting with the orc's grimacing visage.
World of Warcraft: Stormsong
Video Games · eliot_green
Chapter 4 has been released! Thank you
I'll release it tonight, thank you so much!
I have no plans to drop this, I'm just occupied right now because I'm in my last year of nursing school. The next chapter is already in the work, and I'll have enough time to binge-write soon :)
I love this too, maybe he'll wear one soon in future battles
Thorwin's mind wandered for a moment, caught in contemplation. He mused about the potentiality of his heritage, pondering whether it held secrets yet to be revealed. "It's intriguing," he thought, "that my ancestry might hold the promise of further growth." The prospect of adding a few more inches to his height in the coming years lingered in the corners of his thoughts, a curiosity that seemed to be a mix of wonder and acceptance. He paused, his thoughts shifting towards a recent chapter that had unfolded in his life. A touch of reminiscence graced his features as he recalled the process of acquiring new armor. "It's a blessing I didn't grow much this year," he thought, his mind momentarily settling on the practicalities of his physical growth. The replacement of armor, especially one as significant as his grandfather Anduin Lothar's replica, was no small feat. The armor, adorned with a majestic lion crest on the chest and intricate gilded patterns on the pauldrons, seemed to have become their family's legacy after his grandfather's passing.
World of Warcraft: Stormsong
Video Games · eliot_green
I am actually excited to write this part and have been preparing scenes all over to fully express the events that happened in the founding of Durotar.
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original World of Warcraft: Stormsong
In the vast and ever-expanding world of Azeroth, where epic tales of heroism and valor unfold, a new protagonist emerges – Thorwin Stormsong, the scion of two legendary bloodlines. Born of noble heritage, he bears the weight of his ancestors' legacy upon his shoulders. The son of Lord Stormsong and Lady Adriana Lothar, daughter of the revered Anduin Lothar, Thorwin's destiny intertwines with the fate of Azeroth itself. Raised within the formidable walls of Stormsong Manor, Thorwin's childhood was marked by a unique duality. The echoes of arcane whispers and the scent of ancient tomes permeated the air, as his father, a revered master of elemental magic, introduced him to the secrets of the Stormsong lineage. Amidst these arcane teachings, his mother, Adriana, regaled him with the heroic tales of his grandfather, Anduin Lothar, a legendary figure in the kingdom of Stormwind.26 Chs 431 คอลเลกชัน
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Harry Potter: The Golden Boy
In a world where magic dances just beyond the veil of the ordinary, ten-year-old Nicholas Gryff is oblivious to the remarkable legacy that courses through his veins. Living with his Muggle mother, Marilyn, in a sprawling manor in Sands Point, New York, Nicholas finds solace in his passion for acting and singing, often dazzling audiences with his talents. Yet, as his eleventh birthday approaches, a dormant lineage stirs beneath the surface, waiting to be unveiled.20 Chs 514 คอลเลกชัน
No, I wrote the fanfiction myself
The door opened softly, revealing a woman whose beauty was striking yet tender. Her blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders, framing a face with delicate, chiseled features. Her eyes, a deep ocean blue, sparkled with warmth, though a trace of sadness lingered in them. Marilyn Gryff, his mother, approached him with a soft smile and carefully straightened his collar. "Come now, dear, I had Aunt Betty prepare a wonderful breakfast for the three of us."
Harry Potter: The Golden Boy
Movies · eliot_green