((OOC: Soundtrack? Listen to Avenged Sevenfold's "Nughtmare" and Megadeth's "Symphony of Destruction".))

Where there's smoke...

Ashes, wind kicking them into her eyes. Where is she? Everywhere and nowhere, the landscape swimming in and out of focus. Clouds of fog and choking ash slam into her with the force of a hurricane, alternately driving ( Read more... )

   Fire. It doesn't take a shaman to know that it's the most volatile element. Fire heats our homes, cooks our meals, smelts and tempers our weapons, and lights our way. Fire can also burn cities to ashes and destroy life, if left unchecked...and if set loose by the wrong hands, it can be beyond devastating.

Over the past week--once I'd ( Read more... )

   Oh, gods, I hurt. Inside and out. We fought so hard to get Linthara back--the sheer fact that no one was killed was a miracle. I lost track of Aluastrial early on--she split off to fight a mage, and I tried to keep the Beast occupied.

I'm a scout and an archer, not a front-line fighter. I know this. I know my limitations...and I know damn ( Read more... )

   I'm constantly amused and somewhat disgusted by my realization of just how differently Linthara and I think. We've gotten a few new recruits over the past couple of weeks, and we both handled their interviews differently. She insists on what I think of as flowery speeches, oathtaking, and a general feeling of welcome; I'm much more interested in ( Read more... )

   The past month and a half has been...interesting, to say the least. Not only has Penwyn formally moved in with me, but we somehow ended up engaged, and expecting a child to boot. That is the good news.

The bad news, what has me staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep some nights--when I'm not working myself to the point of exhaustion--is ( Read more... )

   He replied to one of my letters...which made me realize that, if this is going to actually work, it might be a good idea to at least trust each other enough to give a clue as to where we both are. I caught up to him and Eyam in Stranglethorn, nearly had a heart attack when a troll tried to kill him, and managed to convince him to port us out of ( Read more... )

A lot has been going on, role-playwise...but I can't for the life of me get my thoughts organized into a coherent form for the character that needs the updating the most. Llewythi, unlike Stasi, takes time and planning, mostly because I'm trying to convey different thought processes and tones for each of them. Lame excuse, but I'm exhausted and ( Read more... )

   I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I went off on Kalirann over the communicators...for good reason, I thought. Alata damn near attacked Mordekhai for no other reason than she thought he represented a threat. I snarled at Kiyokko--again. And I still feel miserable about my part in the post-wedding chaos. Now, mix in a hefty dose of "don't touch ( Read more... )

   I should have listened. I should have listened to him. I should have listened to my body. I should have stayed away from the wedding. I should have kept my girls closer. I should have at least kept my heavy armor on.

I should have chosen a more secure resting spot.

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   I, Anjastasia Il'asebet Sunrunner, am attending a wedding. Not just any wedding, mind...it's my commander's. Not only does this mean I have to dress nicely, not only does it mean I have to leave my girls behind (though, knowing Alata, she'll sneak herself in somehow and hide close by, but hey, I'm not going to argue with a spirit-beast of her ( Read more... )