There is something about Thunder Bluff that soothes the soul. Perhaps its the thin, clean air; perhaps the bright yet simple patterns that decorate every building; perhaps its height makes it seem detached from the troubled world below. Whatever the reason it seems this is the place many Horde think of first when they must seek counsel for a ( Read more... )

Good news is I have a job, finally.

Better news is I'm gonna be working for a company I love.

Bad news is I'm probably gonna get scheduled 8pm-5am Thursday through Monday. >_< I'll know for certain within the week.

Looks like there's a lot of email RP in my future....

I'm still catching my breath from Feralas.

There's so much processing to do. Kae can pretend to be squeamish all he likes - but bovine lung tissue is the best thing for the job. Alchemy isn't all flower-picking and puffs of coloured smoke and turning iron into gold, after all; but at the mere expense of getting one's hands dirty alchemy can ( Read more... )

Character: Knight-Master Malhavvian "Havoc" Silvergrin

Mother and Father would have told you that love is something that happens to a married couple somewhere along the way if they're fortunate. I took that at face value for most of my life. As prime heir I would be married based on what was most advantageous to the House. Of course I had every ( Read more... )

The Lifebinder's children have been numerous as the stars. Among them was a handsome wyrm called Khemistrasz with scales as bright as blood. In his time he took three consorts: gentle Vulistrasza, swift Elistrasza, graceful Gaelasza, all of whom he loved in equal measures of his heart. They shared centuries together between the mountains and ( Read more... )

Khaavren's been up all night. Seems we can measure his anxiety by the amount of work he's done in the meantime. His way of making himself feel he's still useful I suppose. We awake to a feast, a three-course breakfast. Something's eating him. Little surprise; it was a rough night even without lack of sleep.

Have to say, though, I love the way ( Read more... )

Forty years ago....

Oh he's poetry in motion. He moves like water flows - tall even for his race, sapling-slender, just as lithe. The robes that drape his form in the colours of spring (more shades of green than one could count) are surely rough compared to his skin, so pale the fine blue veins beneath show through. Vellum-blond hair hangs free ( Read more... )

Four years ago....

They'd hidden so carefully. Traveled single-file, covered their tracks, doubled back on their own trail. They'd taken pains to leave nothing behind when they moved camp. No matter how exhausted they were - be it from travel, fighting, hunger, or the near-crippling pangs of mana starvation - they couldn't let their guard down ( Read more... )

We saw Mordane in the courtyard a few nights ago. It's odd - I hadn't realised just how empty the place seems without him there until then. He hadn't been aware that there were other surviving Couriers. I suppose his newfound duties to the Argent Crusade keep him busy most of the time so it oughtn't be terribly surprising.

He has some distressing ( Read more... )

I do believe I've taken more vacation time this year alone than in all my years of service to the Dark Lady combined. Looking back on that term I can't tell if it was the inclination of the opportunity I lacked; more likely the latter once Khaavren and I were at each other's sides. Oh yes, we spoke of stealing time to idle about together. Now ( Read more... )