Lovehandles' legacy
Lovehandles the demon hunter was enjoying a stroll through one of Dalaran's numerous gardens. He had just had a particularly large meal, which usually incentivized a nice walk to aid digestion. When you were known as things like "The Eater Of Demons"...
Afternoon Delight
Gideon Grey worked slow and lazily in his kitchen. Sunlight filtered through the gaudy tulle curtains and basked the kitchen in a warm glow. A radio on the windowsill played old crackling recordings of blues songs quietly as he worked, wearing nothing...
BGL 2: Putting On The Pounds
Glam Missile sat in the market square of Hinchar, idly munching at his lunch of steamed fish brushed with citrus sauce on a banana leaf. He may never win fights, but he was a crowd favorite, and that definitely got him enough copper to live as he...
BGL 1: Routine Bout
Deelus Mok sat in the training room of the stone colosseum, nervous about his upcoming match. His opponent was nearly twice his size, he wasn't sure if he could eat him even if he won, and not eating the loser after a match was an automatic...
Awkward Whispers
Gideon Grey did a lot of paying up for his troubled youth. He saw the way people's eyes broke when they saw him for the first time in years, and he remembered with cruel accuracy what he did to deserve those looks. Those looks were payment enough in...
To Stuff A Night Elf
They called him Lovehandles. Nicknames were not uncommon amongst the squads of Illidari that came forth to defend Azeroth from the hordes of Kil'jaeden and his ilk. They bred familiarity and comradery, and made legends out of particularly effective...
Of Monks And Maws
Dal Red-eyes gazed glassily at the sprawl of white fluff before him as he sat on a rickety bridge on The Peak Of Serenity. He shook his head lightly every now and then to clear the small flecks of snow that would collect on his mane. Pandaria was nice...