Description
"I tried and failed, Look where it got me." Azeroth is in its own 'peacetime', as it champions spend their resources on the mystical planet of dreanor. Those alive and well, of course. Citizens assume normal duties and politics continue, just like everything once was. Zearria Bloodblade however, disagrees. Still grieving and recovering from an injury, life is nothing more then a boring glimpse of what used to be, hundreds of head ago. The assassin without a partner or friend, and a few missing nerves is stuck in a time where killing isn't as easy to do without consequence, but it never stopped her. But getting back in the game, she finds that it hasn't stopped everyone. While it's champions are away, dark forces are starting to arise. Determined to lose no one else and stay out of the spotlight, Zearria does what she does what she does best- Spill Blood in the shadows. Mostly villainous blood, but no one should worry about that. -Characters and places here are from World of Warcraft, and therefore belong to Blizzard, but this is a fan fiction written for fun, so let's enjoy it,-
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