I am going stir-crazy in this place.  The second time is no easier.  I'm surrounded by reminders of what came before and I have practically no distractions to keep from dwelling on the mountain of what is and what might be ( Read more... )

Daltrien and Isha are alive, safe, and whole.

To say that a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders would be an understatement.  I've been searching for some sign of them for years, and had given up before Pook turned up out of nowhere.  Even with the new hope, the probability of two children surviving the ordeal was so low.  To survive a ( Read more... )

That went about as well as I expected it to.

( A professional critique. )

I am about to face one of the greatest trials before me in this strange land.  It isn't the spirit-binder holding my children, or the mantid, or any one of a number of new and unknown threats looming in the shadows.

No, I need to share the same space as someone I absolutely loathe while not falling prey to the spirits that feed on such feelings.

The ( Read more... )

Have I truly not picked this up and written things down?

( Information dump. )

I'm not certain what I was expecting when I came to Pandaria, but it wasn't this.

I wish this was an exploratory mission or a vacation.  I'd like nothing more than to walk the forests I've seen, hunt in the wilds, and take in all the new experiences.  I'd like to take my time savoring this land.  In different times, I could be very happy here.

( Intro to Pandaland. )

I've been presented with a path forward, and soon I'll have to take it.

( Pandaren aren't real, man. )

Gods, I feel wrung out.  Drained.  These last couple days have been a trial, and it isn't over yet.

( Goddamn wolves. )

I just had to grab her with my writing hand.  My wrist is still sore.  I'd best keep this brief ( Read more... )

War has a way of bringing out the stupidity in everyone, somehow.  It's like a disease.

( Stupid stupid stupid. )