JOURNAL The neat lines flow freely and easily now, the Pandaren script elegant as before, each stroke placed carefully and with thoughtfulness. I am…happy. I am finally happy, after a fashion. For so long I lived in shadow, with only little glimmers of light shining through thick clouds of soot and dust. And every night, […]
Isolde staggered out of inn with a few other Gilneans, drunk on the gin and rum and stout in celebration of All Hallows, and raised her bottle with a laugh and a shout. “To the portal!” She’d left Wintergarde, aye, catching a portal from a mage shipping supplies. This time of year was no time […]
Journal: Less a book and more a few scraps of spare paper and vellum, scrabbled together from what was lying around Wintergarde. The title, or at least the beginning of the piece, was written with ink but that material appears to have been abandoned in short order. The way the poorly spelled word is smeared […]
What in the sweet hells had she bloody well gotten herself into? Isolde looked up at the stars, so bright and clear this far north, laying her large paws behind her head, leaning back with legs crossed. Oh, no, staying out for the night was no issue, not at all, not after the couple of […]
She kicked back and lifted her feet up on a stool, swearing at the heavy woolen dress that restricted her movement. Cor, they weren’t kidding when the said the place was spartan. Proper clothing wouldn’t be up for a few days, and even then Isolde would have to apply rudimentary and rough sewing techniques to […]
Isolde yawned and stretched out comfortably on the narrow bed. Military stock, to be sure, but it was warm, firm but comfortable, and the blankets were bloody well better then the scraps of furs she had been scrabbling about herself for the last few weeks. The thought caused a scowl to cross her face. Bloody, […]
The hand that writes is much steadier now, and the script flows rather then stutters, pretty lines across the scroll. It is getting cold here, I think perhaps colder then it ever was back home. The turtle always did stay close to more temperate climates. I shiver, even when I am in thick robes, although […]
I have seen a spark in my night. Somone *understands*. I still think I have been very selfish. I haven’t tried hard enough to listen to the Justicar or my other friends, and it’s been so hard leaving the inn, or leaving my room. But they…I didn’t think they could understand. They must have been […]
Wei lay curled in a large chair, a over stuffed, second hand thing her friends had dragged upstairs for her. She hadn’t left the inn since she’d arrived, well, hadn’t left Westgarde at all, and lately even leaving her room seemed so hard. Even in the evening when everything was quiet in the inn. Every […]
She stumbled over the stones, feeling little pangs in the still tender flesh of her paws. Her feet were still sore… but she had to keep going, the dawn light would be soon and her masters would expect the flat bread to be ready, the breakfast stew to be hot . Wei sniffled and rubbed […]
There was a memory… Other members of the Iron Horde often came to the Pit, usually for supplies, picking up the gigantic shipments of ore and raw materials to fuel the war machine. Once in a while other…sorts…would appear, whether the giggling and suspicious Laughing Skull, whom the overseers were trying to settle an uneasy […]
(( I figure I might as well makes this a place for her short stories/RP things to keep it organized, as well as actual journal entries, if that’s ok)) RP/STORY Wallaroo turned over on her bed so she could face the little guildstone resting on the little table by her pillow. A smile not often […]