The tavern of Booty Bay brimmed with patrons. Loud music filled the ship-topped bar, bawdy jokes drew raucous laughter from the various patrons, and a large selection of kegs provided every booze imaginable, from Junglevine Wine to the less popular Molasses Firewater. The patrons ranged from stout gnomes to shaggy tauren, and while their physical ( Read more... )

Night had fallen. A myriad of stars shown overhead as Zanik snoozed dreamlessly but peacefully beside his wife on a bench near Silvermoon. The crowd of chatty blood elf students had retreated to the safety of the walls of the city along with their instructors. Frogs croaked a quiet song from the nearby pond. Everything was peaceful. Everything was ( Read more... )

( (A little something, nothing much) )

I think something's wrong with me, again. I'm not entirely sure. Sitting up here on top of Orgrimmar's Auction House, I hear a gentle rumble, a stirring. I've been hearing it at about the same time every day for the past week, and it lasts only a few seconds. It is akin to thunder, but if I strain my ears, I think I can hear distant voices masked ( Read more... )

There are many fears within me ( Read more... )

There are many fears within me ( Read more... )

There are many fears within me ( Read more... )

I had a nightmare! Oh, it was glorious* terrible, journal...

I was in the Basin for whatever reason (I never seem to need a reason these days), defending the lumber mill. Horde needs wood, you know? So this human girl comes along. A priest, by the looks of her. And like all priests, she tries to take me over and send me over the ledge.

I don't know ( Read more... )

I've had a lot of time to myself lately... to think and brood and all that. Maybe fate is preparing m

It's worrying. Usually, I see in my dreams things and events and people before they come to pass or they meet with me. I have been having no such 'visions' lately. My dreams are certainly symbolic and surreal, but nothing definable or remotely ( Read more... )

Zanik's heavy footfall echoed through the sewers of the Undercity as he made his way to the designated meeting point, his pointy figure draped in several cloaks to hide his identity. His helmet hide his stony expression as he clomped through the twisting maze of corridors and dead-ends, the stench of decay and rot wafting around him. He did not ( Read more... )