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Still in Pyrewood
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What changed and why
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craft change 1 (v9-c1) jump to the passage ↓
Mezzlos is a voidwalker, not a man — Ralph's catch. Keeps the comparison frame (one of the two the voice sheet allows per journal) without calling him one, and the added clause turns the correction into a small character beat about Percy's regard for him rather than a bare fix.
was: Mezzlos announced this the way other men announce the weather, without any sense it might be worth discussing.
now: Mezzlos announced this as a man might announce the weather, though he has never been one and has never seemed to miss it.
craft change 2 (v9-c2) jump to the passage ↓
the original image didn't parse. Specific, concrete figures land the comedy better than an abstract quantity, per the craft guide's description rule (one detail by noun or verb, not a strained comparison).
was: the three of us ran from a laundry line's worth of the previously cursed and newly furious
now: the pulled villager returns with a named, specific household (two grown sons, a woman in her apron, a grandmother "making an exception"), and the three of them flee a family that "had, by then, mostly stopped being one." A new earlier line — "Washing hangs on lines that nobody has come out to take in" — carries the washing-line image instead, where it actually works as village detail rather than a strained simile for a crowd.
craft change 3 (v9-c3) jump to the passage ↓
the original stated as fact that no one had ever had a reason for Berard — a thing Percy has no way of knowing. The fix scopes the claim to what Percy can actually see.
was: The curse had left him not dead but empty — an apothecary once, kept now at the village inn for no purpose anyone troubled to give him
now: He had been an apothecary once, and now he sat in a corner of the village inn beside a cold grate, with the look of a man waiting for somebody to tell him what he was waiting for. If anyone had ever given him a reason to be there, I could not see it.
craft change 4 (passage not located in the text)
the complaint was about density, not about negatives existing at all.
was: a recurring "no X" construction across the piece ("no purpose anyone troubled to give him," "no more dangerous than," "an angle no tradesman has any business knowing," "no standing order," "I gave him no answer," "no further business") — flagged independently by Ralph and Tom as a stylistic tell when it stacks.
now: varied sentence shapes throughout — "about as dangerous as," "a service I had not requested," "without a question," and others — breaking up the repetition. Not eliminated everywhere; a couple of negatives remain where they're load-bearing, spaced apart from each other.
craft change 5 (v9-c5) jump to the passage ↓
same beat (Mezzlos's blunt line, Percy's flat non-response), rebuilt without the negation stack.
was: He was not wrong, and did not mean it kindly, and I did not take it as one. I gave him no answer.
now: It was true. He did not say it to be kind, and I heard it exactly as he said it. I let it stand.
craft change 6 (v9-c6, v9-c6b) jump to the passage ↓
keeps the parallel Ralph specifically likes as the entry's closing image, but replaces the vague aside with something Percy would actually do — his established habit (per the voice sheet) of keeping a book and underlining the one figure that matters.
was: It was a tailor's trade that undid me and a seamstress's that put me back together, and I decline to make more of that than it deserves.
now: It was a tailor's trade that undid me and a seamstress's that put me back together, and I have written them one above the other in the same hand, the debt and its settlement. For once it is not the repair I have underlined.
craft change 7 (passage not located in the text)
Tom wanted more physical, sensory writing around the stabbing specifically, including how an undead body differs from a living one. The cloth imagery also sets up the tailor/seamstress ending rather than sitting apart from it.
was: the tailor's backstab given no physical detail beyond "he put a knife in from an angle no tradesman has any business knowing."
now: a full paragraph on the sensation — pressure before pain, the pain arriving "late and from a distance, like news of a death in another county," and the wound described through the cloth/stitching parallel ("my flesh does not part as a living man's does… as a hand sits in a glove a size too large").
craft change 8 (passage not located in the text)
Tom's specific complaint was that the asides read as "know-it-all" and added nothing — fluff pulled from nowhere, in his words. Grounding more of the piece in what the scene actually looked, smelled and sounded like addresses that directly, without cutting Percy's voice entirely.
was: several of Percy's own narrator-voice opinion-asides stating a conclusion rather than showing a scene ("which I am prepared to call comedy from a sufficient distance," "struck me as sufficient irony for one evening," and others).
now: most of these replaced with concrete sensory detail — a full paragraph on the village by day (mill wheel, hanging washing, woodsmoke, the smell under the pines, the keep's dark windows and daytime howling), the light changing "the colour of weak tea" toward evening, moonlight failing under the pines. Two or three of the strongest asides were kept (the ones that reveal character rather than just commenting on events).
world change 9 (passage not located in the text)
this is the trial Ralph asked for — using general werewolf/Gothic-horror convention to add atmosphere beyond what the wiki pages state outright, on the grounds (discussed with him) that Warcraft's own Gilneas/worgen material was itself built from that tradition, so this restores texture rather than inventing lore. Scoped lightly: a handful of lines, not a tonal overhaul, and nothing here contradicts a sourced fact. Whether this becomes a standing approach for Silverpine-adjacent stories generally is still Ralph's call — flagged as a trial in this entry, not yet adopted as a rule.
was: no acknowledgment of why travelling by day mattered, no atmosphere beyond what the published lore strictly supports, and the fourth death (a Watcher pack) left unnarrated ("the fourth time the ground and I renewed our acquaintance").
now: Percy states plainly that going in by daylight was a precaution, not an accident; the keep is heard howling even in daylight, and the howling moves down into the village after dark; the fourth death is given a concrete scene — the Watchers arriving by moonlight, "more wolf than watchman."
craft change 10 (passage not located in the text)
Ralph noticed the damage indicator in the already-published screenshot and wanted the "foregone conclusion" joke made explicit. Bookended at the start and the end rather than only mentioned once.
was: no acknowledgment that Percy's gear was already damaged before the night's quests began.
now: a short paragraph right after the opening, noting the torn cuff visible in the dawn screenshot "before I had passed the first cottage," and a line in the closing paragraph tying it to the final bill ("it would have been there whatever Pyrewood did").
unlisted v9-u1 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: Village that evening, which I mention only because
now: Village, and I went in by daylight. In that village daylight is a precaution, and I took it as one.
unlisted v9-u2 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
now: errand
unlisted v9-u3 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: left with neither expectation honoured.
now: to be out before the light went. The evening kept neither expectation. Looking at that picture since, I see my robe was already torn at the left cuff before I had passed the first cottage. The seamstress's account, it se…
unlisted v9-u4 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: gate, neither waiting to be introduced nor, as it turned out, to be thanked.
now: gate. They did not wait to be introduced, and as it turned out they did not wait to be thanked either.
unlisted v9-u5 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
now: By day the place looks like any logging town gone to seed. A mill wheel turns on nothing. Washing hangs on lines that nobody has come out to take in. A chimney or two gives off smoke, and the air smells of wet pine with…
unlisted v9-u6 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: have found the habit serviceable
now: the habit has served me
unlisted v9-u7 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: The dead of this village do
now: Pyrewood does
unlisted v9-u8 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: him — a fact I will return to,
now: him. I will return to that fact,
unlisted v9-u9 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: cursed villager,
now: villager I had
unlisted v9-u10 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: crowd,
now: knot of them by the well
unlisted v9-u11 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: returned
now: came back
unlisted v9-u12 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: which at least had the decency to announce itself.
now: and at least gave notice; I heard it coming up the road a good while before it arrived.
unlisted v9-u13 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: me, a service
now: me.
unlisted v9-u14 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: and have not yet found
now: the service, and I have yet to find
unlisted v9-u15 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: decline.
now: decline it.
unlisted v9-u16 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: did the same to me
now: put me down
unlisted v9-u17 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: thoroughly.
now: thoroughly, in the square below the mill.
unlisted v9-u18 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: what the journal held. A dead man carrying another dead man's unread journal through a wood full of the previously living struck me as sufficient irony for one evening without my adding to it.
now: the journal. I put it in my bag beside my own and carried the pair of them out into the dusk. The light had gone the colour of weak tea by then, and the howling from the keep had found company down in the village itself.
unlisted v9-u19 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: between the Elder and whatever came after. I had marked him, on sight, as no more dangerous than
now: after the Elder. I had marked him on sight as about as dangerous as
unlisted v9-u20 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
now: my back on him
unlisted v9-u21 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: put a knife in from an angle no tradesman has any business knowing,
now: came in low from behind, at an angle a tradesman learns nowhere I know of,
unlisted v9-u22 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: I have killed captains; on
now: The knife went in under the left shoulder blade. I felt it first as pressure, then as cold, and the pain arrived late and from a distance, like news of a death in another county. What I felt plainly was the give of it. M…
unlisted v9-u23 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: I confess he is the death I resent —
now: of the four it is his death I resent;
unlisted v9-u24 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
now: The moon was up over the keep when the Watchers came, a pack of them out from between two cottages, low and quick and by then more wolf than watchman, and the ground and I renewed our acquaintance a fourth time.
unlisted v9-u25 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: is
now: was
unlisted v9-u26 jump to the passage ↓
Rationale unrecorded.
was: well past the hour either errand had any further claim on me.
now: by lamplight, hours past the time I had meant to be gone.
When, and what prompted it
Plan of change written: 2026-10-12 (accepted 2026-10-12 14:41)
New version published: 2026-10-12 14:42
After-edit summary accepted 2026-10-12 14:45
Prompted by: ralph-review-round-3, tom-review-relayed (as written in the plan)
After the edit
Objective met: yes — All ten feedback items from the round-3 review (Ralph's own line notes, Tom's relayed notes, and the armour-screenshot catch) were addressed, plus the atmosphere trial Ralph asked to test directly in this story rather than discuss abstractly. Nothing Ralph explicitly liked (the tailor/seamstress ending, "We went again, and again.", the companions' closing beat, the "pitiable theft" line) was cut or altered without a specific reason tied to actual feedback.
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Still in Pyrewood
Nothing in this picture looked like it would take four attempts. [Picture description: A misty dawn view of Pyrewood Village below Shadowfang Keep, pines lit gold from behind, a cart standing empty in the foreground]
Dalar Dawnweaver had sent me for six shackles off Arugal’s cursed dead, and Master Apothecary Faranell, by an errand some days older, had sent me for the journal of Apothecary Berard. Both errands wanted Pyrewood Village that evening, which I mention only becauseVillage, and I went in by daylight. In that village daylight is a precaution, and I took it as one. I had expected to finish one errand before starting the other, and left with neither expectation honoured.to be out before the light went. The evening kept neither expectation.
Village that evening, which I mention only because
Village, and I went in by daylight. In that village daylight is a precaution, and I took it as one.
errand
left with neither expectation honoured.
to be out before the light went. The evening kept neither expectation. Looking at that picture since, I see my robe was already torn at the left cuff before I had passed the first cottage. The seamstress's account, it se…
Looking at that picture since, I see my robe was already torn at the left cuff before I had passed the first cottage. The seamstress’s account, it seems, was open before either of the others.
When the Scourge broke Dalaran, Arugal went home to Gilneas, and when the dead reached its walls too, he summoned worgen to hold the line. They did not hold it. They turned on the soldiers who had loosed them, ran through Silverpine Forest, and overwhelmed the keep above a logging town, killing the lord who held it. Arugal took the worgen in as his own and shut himself inside what the keep became: Shadowfang Keep. The curse he meant for an enemy settled instead over the people below — a thing they now carry, rather than a thing that was done to them once and finished.
I did not go in alone, though I had not asked for company and would not have known how to arrange it if I had. Two others of our own kind fell in with me somewhere past the first gate, neither waiting to be introduced nor, as it turned out, to be thanked.gate. They did not wait to be introduced, and as it turned out they did not wait to be thanked either. I counted this a convenience rather than a comfort, and intend to go on believing that for as long as it remains convincing.
gate, neither waiting to be introduced nor, as it turned out, to be thanked.
gate. They did not wait to be introduced, and as it turned out they did not wait to be thanked either.
By day the place looks like any logging town gone to seed. A mill wheel turns on nothing. Washing hangs on lines that nobody has come out to take in. A chimney or two gives off smoke, and the air smells of wet pine with something under it, animal and close, like a kennel kept shut too long. The villagers walk their own lanes with their heads down. Above it all the keep sits on its crag with its windows dark, and from up there, even in the middle of the afternoon, something that was not a dog was howling.
By day the place looks like any logging town gone to seed. A mill wheel turns on nothing. Washing hangs on lines that nobody has come out to take in. A chimney or two gives off smoke, and the air smells of wet pine with…
I judge a thing by its station, as a rule, and have found the habit serviceablethe habit has served me in every other wood I have walked through. The dead of this village doPyrewood does not observe it. A tailor, in life, is not a man one watches, and I did not watch him — a fact I will return to,him. I will return to that fact, since the evening insisted on it.
have found the habit serviceable
the habit has served me
The dead of this village do
Pyrewood does
him — a fact I will return to,
him. I will return to that fact,
We go again. Mezzlos announced this the way other men announce the weather, without any sense it might be worth discussing.as a man might announce the weather, though he has never been one and has never seemed to miss it.↑1 next↓ We went again, and again. A cursed villager,villager I had pulled clean from a crowd,knot of them by the well turned and ran rather than fought, and I counted it a mercy and said so aloud. It returnedcame back inside the minute with the better part of its household, and the three of us ran from a laundry line’s worth of the previously cursed and newly furious, which I am prepared to call comedy from a sufficient distance and have not yet achieved that distance.what I took to be its whole household: two grown sons, a woman still in her apron, and a grandmother who had plainly not run anywhere in years and was making an exception. The three of us fled up the lane from a family that had, by then, mostly stopped being one.↑2 next↓
the way other men announce the weather, without any sense it might be worth discussing.
as a man might announce the weather, though he has never been one and has never seemed to miss it.
cursed villager,
villager I had
crowd,
knot of them by the well
returned
came back
the better part of its household, and the three of us ran from a laundry line's worth of the previously cursed and newly furious, which I am prepared to call comedy from a sufficient distance and have not yet achieved th…
what I took to be its whole household: two grown sons, a woman still in her apron, and a grandmother who had plainly not run anywhere in years and was making an exception. The three of us fled up the lane from a family t…
One of six. I had not yet decided to mind. [Picture description: Percy standing before Son of Arugal on a cracked stone road, the quest log open at one of six shackles recovered]
Son of Arugal‘s own temper put me down first, which at least had the decency to announce itself.and at least gave notice; I heard it coming up the road a good while before it arrived. One of my two companions had me upright again before the ground had finished being unkind to me, a serviceme. I had not requested and have not yet foundthe service, and I have yet to find the correct tone in which to decline.decline it. A Pyrewood Elder’s whole retinue did the same to meput me down a second time, more thoroughly.thoroughly, in the square below the mill.
which at least had the decency to announce itself.
and at least gave notice; I heard it coming up the road a good while before it arrived.
me, a service
me.
and have not yet found
the service, and I have yet to find
decline.
decline it.
did the same to me
put me down
thoroughly.
thoroughly, in the square below the mill.
Somewhere between the two I came by Apothecary Berard’s journal. The curse had left him not dead but empty — an apothecary once, kept now at the village inn for no purpose anyone troubled to give him, until I arrived to make use of him for one.empty. He had been an apothecary once, and now he sat in a corner of the village inn beside a cold grate, with the look of a man waiting for somebody to tell him what he was waiting for. If anyone had ever given him a reason to be there, I could not see it. The inn smelled of tallow and stale beer and, faintly, of his old trade, something bitter and herbal that had outlasted the man.↑3 next↓ I did not read what the journal held. A dead man carrying another dead man’s unread journal through a wood full of the previously living struck me as sufficient irony for one evening without my adding to it.the journal. I put it in my bag beside my own and carried the pair of them out into the dusk.
empty — an apothecary once, kept now at the village inn for no purpose anyone troubled to give him, until I arrived to make use of him for one.
empty. He had been an apothecary once, and now he sat in a corner of the village inn beside a cold grate, with the look of a man waiting for somebody to tell him what he was waiting for. If anyone had ever given him a re…
what the journal held. A dead man carrying another dead man's unread journal through a wood full of the previously living struck me as sufficient irony for one evening without my adding to it.
the journal. I put it in my bag beside my own and carried the pair of them out into the dusk. The light had gone the colour of weak tea by then, and the howling from the keep had found company down in the village itself.
The light had gone the colour of weak tea by then, and the howling from the keep had found company down in the village itself.
The tailor found me between the Elder and whatever came after. I had marked him, on sight, as no more dangerous thanafter the Elder. I had marked him on sight as about as dangerous as the trade he had died practising, and turned my back on him to deal with something I had judged worse. He put a knife in from an angle no tradesman has any business knowing,came in low from behind, at an angle a tradesman learns nowhere I know of, and I went down to a backstab delivered by a man who hemmed trousers in life. I have killed captains; on
between the Elder and whatever came after. I had marked him, on sight, as no more dangerous than
after the Elder. I had marked him on sight as about as dangerous as
my back on him
put a knife in from an angle no tradesman has any business knowing,
came in low from behind, at an angle a tradesman learns nowhere I know of,
I have killed captains; on
The knife went in under the left shoulder blade. I felt it first as pressure, then as cold, and the pain arrived late and from a distance, like news of a death in another county. What I felt plainly was the give of it. M…
The knife went in under the left shoulder blade. I felt it first as pressure, then as cold, and the pain arrived late and from a distance, like news of a death in another county. What I felt plainly was the give of it. My flesh does not part as a living man’s does. It tears along old lines, softly, as damp cloth tears, and somewhere in the business a stitch I had not known was holding something let go. For a moment I sat looser in my own body than I care to, as a hand sits in a glove a size too large, and then the ground came up to meet me. I have killed captains. On this occasion I was finished by a hem-stitcher, and I confess he is the death I resent —of the four it is his death I resent; the Elder and the rest at least had the manners to come at me from the front.
I confess he is the death I resent —
of the four it is his death I resent;
The moon was up over the keep when the Watchers came, a pack of them out from between two cottages, low and quick and by then more wolf than watchman, and the ground and I renewed our acquaintance a fourth time.
The moon was up over the keep when the Watchers came, a pack of them out from between two cottages, low and quick and by then more wolf than watchman, and the ground and I renewed our acquaintance a fourth time.
You have no standing order here. Mezzlos told me this flatly, somewhere past the fourth time the ground and I renewed our acquaintance. He was not wrong, and did not mean it kindly, and I did not take it as one. I gave him no answer.said it flatly as I got to my feet. It was true. He did not say it to be kind, and I heard it exactly as he said it. I let it stand.↑5 next↓ I went again instead, which I notice iswas the only answer I gave anyone that evening to anything.
told me this flatly, somewhere past the fourth time the ground and I renewed our acquaintance. He was not wrong, and did not mean it kindly, and I did not take it as one. I gave him no answer.
said it flatly as I got to my feet. It was true. He did not say it to be kind, and I heard it exactly as he said it. I let it stand.
is
was
The sixth shackle and Berard’s journal came in within two minutes of each other, well past the hour either errand had any further claim on me.by lamplight, hours past the time I had meant to be gone. Dalar Dawnweaver had one more use for me before I left — the worgen-cursed, it seems, want their own belongings back from one another, which strikes me as a pitiable sort of theft rather than a crime — and I have taken the errand without entering it in the book. Some accounts are better left for a night when I have decided what I think of them.
well past the hour either errand had any further claim on me.
by lamplight, hours past the time I had meant to be gone.
I have entered the two hand-ins tonight, and beneath them the cost of having my robe mended, twice over, by a seamstress who asked no more about a dead man’s linen arriving in ribbons than any tradesman asks about his custom. It was a tailor’s trade that undid me and a seamstress’s that put me back together, and I decline to make more of that than it deserves. For once it is not the repair I have underlined.
I have entered the two hand-ins tonight, and beneath them the cost of having my robe mended, twice over, by a seamstress who asked no more about a dead man's linen arriving in ribbons than any tradesman asks about his cu…
↑6My companions did not ask me to stay for either hand-in. I stayed anyway. I have come to notice that the absence of a request is, from the right two people, rather more persuasive than the presence of one.
I have entered the two hand-ins tonight, and beneath them the cost of having my robe mended, twice over, by a seamstress who took a dead man’s linen arriving in ribbons as any tradesman takes his custom, without a question. The torn cuff from the morning is on the same bill; it would have been there whatever Pyrewood did. It was a tailor’s trade that undid me and a seamstress’s that put me back together, and I have written them one above the other in the same hand, the debt and its settlement. For once it is not the repair I have underlined.↑6
I have entered the two hand-ins tonight, and beneath them the cost of having my robe mended, twice over, by a seamstress who took a dead man's linen arriving in ribbons as any tradesman takes his custom, without a questi…
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