There is so much to read, so little time to write ( Read more... )

It was a difficult night for me. Karnak, one of Ambershanks's apprentices, has fallen under a greatly unfamiliar poison that we believe the centaur to have concocted. Chillwind and I, in searching for a clue, came upon a plant of the druid's Moonglade known as the Whispers of Elune, whose sap may be an appropriate cure for the poison, but it is not ( Read more... )

The days have been busy of late, but for reasons separate than in previous years. I have recently undertaken a small handful of pupils, to train in the arts of healing and ecological salvation. There are only three of them, all young tauren, personally selected by the Arch Druid for obedience and curiosity. I was assured by Hamuul that they would ( Read more... )

((This is my second to last batch. Can you believe it?

You know the drill. Ficlets are posted once every, um, two weeks or so (hey, it's hard!), to storiesbysam.

Samhuinn dies twice in this batch. There's a special place for me in character hell, where you're subject to everything you put your characters through.

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Occasionally, a time comes in which there is so much to describe, so very many things to say, that it becomes impossible to say anything at all. I cannot begin to elaborate on my emotional state of being, save one statement ( Read more... )

Our tent is like to fall apart ( Read more... )

Strange that it should come to pass that I write more when I am busy, and less when I am relaxing. I suppose in some way this journal helps me to relieve some of my stress by declaring it, though I should think no other eyes save mine shall read it. Yet so, I have recently been taken by sloth. The energy from busier seasons no longer pushes me ( Read more... )

Ours is far from a perfect love. Sometimes I try to pretend that it were so, that fate smiled and destiny laughed on our first meeting, that ours have been souls forever bound since the days before our birth. In truth, though, I do not think these fantasies hold water. Our relationship is strained at times - less so now than in previous seasons, ( Read more... )

After I have a conversation with Ambershanks in which I am frustrated by my inability to articulate my emotional state of being, I find it difficult to concentrate on tasks that are, from an objective standpoint, of greater importance. I know in my head and, indeed, in my heart as well, that to save a dying troll from an injury or to assist in the ( Read more... )

When I think of my relationship with Ambershanks now, I reflect upon how I have grown since our first meeting. I would not exalt myself as a bull of great glory and confidence, no, but no longer does my emotional state hinge so dependently upon a pat on the head. It is more difficult for me to admit my virtues than to admit my flaws; even now, I ( Read more... )