Happy Valentine’s Day

It was a warm evening in the fields of Shadowmoon, the Temple of Karabor looming as a beacon in the distance.  Near the rivers edge, under a heart adorned umbrella, Vindicator Boros twitched nervously, “Come on, Boros, you got this!”

“Teacher?” came a soft voice from just up the hill, “You wished to see me?” Boros shot up from his seat, “Initiate Lakuu!” he said with a friendly bravado, “Yes I did! Come join me? We have something to discuss!”

Lakuu walked down, eyes narrowing around the red basket that sat behind his feet, she raised a further questioning eyebrow, “A Heart Day Basket? Did I come at a bad time, Teacher?”

Boros began to panic, did she not realize the basket was for her? “No, Initiate Lakuu, this isn’t a bad time, it’s…” he said before he turned to notice Lakuu was upon him, her face coming close to his own, her eyes looking deep into his.  He gulped, his hands finicking with his chin tendrils as she tilted her head and once again looked to the basket, “Is that… for me? Is that proper, Teacher? I am your student after all.”

Boros felt his heart thump nearly out of his chest, “Well, yes, possibly, I mean… no… I…” Lakuu put her hand up to his lips, giggling gently as he floundered, “I was kidding.  I didn’t know you felt this way about me, Boros… Can I call you Boros? I would enjoy spending Heart Day with you. But…”  Boros felt his heart thump again, “But what, Initiate?”

Lakuu bit her lips as she began to rub his chest, moving her hands slowly down his body, “I don’t feel like chocolate.”

As she began to unbuckle the belt of her stunned instructor, Lakuu laughed to herself, her mind wandering, “Two initiates, three teachers, and the armorer.  It’s been a good Heart Day.”

Lack of Devotion

Every few months, the high inquisitor undertakes visits to various Scarlet Crusade bases across the Eastern Kingdoms in order to inspire loyalty and weed out traitorous roots. 

Unfortunately for her and her escort, the inhabitants of this base have slowly become disillusioned with the ideals of the crusade and, rather than defecting outright, have secretly renounced their allegiance… 

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Maintaining Secrecy

Alannah Ravenbreeze is, by all accounts, an ambitious elf. Since arriving in Stormwind two years ago she’s quickly made a name for herself as the most successful florist in the Eastern Kingdoms, operating right out of the Trade District.

But what many don’t know is that she has no talent in floristry whatsoever. Her true talent is found in the management of the brothel residing beneath the floor of her flower shop, which exists merely to act as an innocent front. All one need do is inquire about the nonexistent ‘Stormwind Hyacinth’ to be permitted entry.

It stands to reason the king would shut her venture down were he to ever find out. While many are happy merely to serve as clientele, Alannah has to personally convince some members of the Stormwind Army to look the other way. 

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