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'Forget Me Not' is a multi-chapter World of Warcraft Fan Fiction written by . I'll be illustrating each chapter and posting links for each below. (Subtly familiar faces hiding in this one!)

Chapter 1:  Some Things Never Change

Some Things Never Change - Ch 1 of Forget Me NotSome Things Never Change
The reds, browns, and oranges of the autumnal hills around Lakeshire were timeless. It didn’t matter the season or weather, Spring greens, Summer yellows, and Winter whites could never seem to take a permanent hold in the region. When the sun set slowly and unobstructed by the thin, grey clouds that frequently wandered in from the Forbidding Sea, as it was setting now, its golden rays would scatter across Lake Everstill and bounce cleanly into the open air due to the placidity of the lake. If you were to squint your eyes, it would look like the entire body of water and the shores around it were made of gold.
Walking along the northern side of the lake, down a dusty and lonesome road that would eventually wind past the abandoned Alther’s Mill, a golden spectre moved just as gradually and confidently as the setting sun. The few people in the area who cared enough to notice strangers and passersby called her nothing more than a wanderer, and one smithy

Chapter 2: In the Wrong Place

In the Wrong Place - Chapter 2 of Forget Me Not2 – In the Wrong Place
Dirt, grime, and good old-fashioned sweat clung Greycelyn’s blonde locks to her face and neck as she walked through the lush, green trees of eastern Elwynn Forest. All around her, the scent of flowers fresh in bloom intermingled with distant smells of crops recently harvested at their peak, at the heart of the summer season. Someone standing right next to her, though, would only get the strong stench of body odor, for she had been camping out in the emptier parts of the woods for a few days now. Even though she had vowed to stay a wanderer on the edge of the Alliance’s territories, here she was, a day’s ride away from the capital city of Stormwind.
Whether she would admit it or not, the thought of something familiar, of someone welcoming, was pulling her back. If Greyce were to take hold of someone’s throat, it would take three Tauren, a Draenei, and an Ogre for good measure to pull her off. But the past and the memories of a home th

Chapter 3: Remembrance

Remembrance - Chapter 3 of Forget Me Not3 – Remembrance
There was a zigzagging line of tents of various colors, sizes, and qualities along the southern edge of Goldshire, perhaps a hundred or more, looking like a row of trees in the blue light of a night that had just begun. Only a handful was comprised of purple and green fabrics, the primary colors of the world-famous Darkmoon Faire. It meant the traveling troupe was either recently in town or would be soon. Greycelyn had been out of the social scene for far too long to remember the Faire’s schedule.
Other than those tents, the town was strikingly similar to how she had remembered it. Maybe a little larger than before – a couple dozen small homes, each fitted with a storefront and sign, had appeared along the northwest exit of town, the road that would stretch through the woods for miles up to Stormwind – but for the most part, Goldshire resisted change.
The incessant pounding of hammers on metal in the town’s only blacksmith beat against Grey

Chapter 4:  It Takes a Thief

It Takes a Thief - Chapter 4 of Forget Me Not4 – It Takes a Thief

There were only two things that ever helped Greycelyn relieve a headache: sleep and silence. Since she was currently leaning against the counter in the Bank of Stormwind with a crowd of people chattering behind her, she could be afforded neither solution. She did, however, have a phial of peppermint oil, which did help temporarily reduce the pain when she rubbed it into her temples. The distinctive scent of the tincture also helped mask some of the smell of her armor; cleaning so much plate mail regularly was just never going to be a convenient or consistent task.
“If ya knew what ya wanted before ya got here, yer transaction would be much faster,” a Dwarven-accented female voice said from behind her.
Greyce stooped her neck, still pressing her fingers into her temples, to glance awkwardly back at the dark-haired Dwarf woman who was next in line. She feigned a smile and spoke with equal insincerity in her tone, “You know what is amazi

Description
Commission Info / Tumblr / Weebly

'Forget Me Not' is a multi-chapter World of Warcraft Fan Fiction written by . I'll be illustrating each chapter and posting links for each below. (Subtly familiar faces hiding in this one!)

Chapter 1:  Some Things Never Change

Some Things Never Change - Ch 1 of Forget Me NotSome Things Never Change
The reds, browns, and oranges of the autumnal hills around Lakeshire were timeless. It didn’t matter the season or weather, Spring greens, Summer yellows, and Winter whites could never seem to take a permanent hold in the region. When the sun set slowly and unobstructed by the thin, grey clouds that frequently wandered in from the Forbidding Sea, as it was setting now, its golden rays would scatter across Lake Everstill and bounce cleanly into the open air due to the placidity of the lake. If you were to squint your eyes, it would look like the entire body of water and the shores around it were made of gold.
Walking along the northern side of the lake, down a dusty and lonesome road that would eventually wind past the abandoned Alther’s Mill, a golden spectre moved just as gradually and confidently as the setting sun. The few people in the area who cared enough to notice strangers and passersby called her nothing more than a wanderer, and one smithy

Chapter 2: In the Wrong Place

In the Wrong Place - Chapter 2 of Forget Me Not2 – In the Wrong Place
Dirt, grime, and good old-fashioned sweat clung Greycelyn’s blonde locks to her face and neck as she walked through the lush, green trees of eastern Elwynn Forest. All around her, the scent of flowers fresh in bloom intermingled with distant smells of crops recently harvested at their peak, at the heart of the summer season. Someone standing right next to her, though, would only get the strong stench of body odor, for she had been camping out in the emptier parts of the woods for a few days now. Even though she had vowed to stay a wanderer on the edge of the Alliance’s territories, here she was, a day’s ride away from the capital city of Stormwind.
Whether she would admit it or not, the thought of something familiar, of someone welcoming, was pulling her back. If Greyce were to take hold of someone’s throat, it would take three Tauren, a Draenei, and an Ogre for good measure to pull her off. But the past and the memories of a home th

Chapter 3: Remembrance

Remembrance - Chapter 3 of Forget Me Not3 – Remembrance
There was a zigzagging line of tents of various colors, sizes, and qualities along the southern edge of Goldshire, perhaps a hundred or more, looking like a row of trees in the blue light of a night that had just begun. Only a handful was comprised of purple and green fabrics, the primary colors of the world-famous Darkmoon Faire. It meant the traveling troupe was either recently in town or would be soon. Greycelyn had been out of the social scene for far too long to remember the Faire’s schedule.
Other than those tents, the town was strikingly similar to how she had remembered it. Maybe a little larger than before – a couple dozen small homes, each fitted with a storefront and sign, had appeared along the northwest exit of town, the road that would stretch through the woods for miles up to Stormwind – but for the most part, Goldshire resisted change.
The incessant pounding of hammers on metal in the town’s only blacksmith beat against Grey

Chapter 4:  It Takes a Thief

It Takes a Thief - Chapter 4 of Forget Me Not4 – It Takes a Thief

There were only two things that ever helped Greycelyn relieve a headache: sleep and silence. Since she was currently leaning against the counter in the Bank of Stormwind with a crowd of people chattering behind her, she could be afforded neither solution. She did, however, have a phial of peppermint oil, which did help temporarily reduce the pain when she rubbed it into her temples. The distinctive scent of the tincture also helped mask some of the smell of her armor; cleaning so much plate mail regularly was just never going to be a convenient or consistent task.
“If ya knew what ya wanted before ya got here, yer transaction would be much faster,” a Dwarven-accented female voice said from behind her.
Greyce stooped her neck, still pressing her fingers into her temples, to glance awkwardly back at the dark-haired Dwarf woman who was next in line. She feigned a smile and spoke with equal insincerity in her tone, “You know what is amazi