Alana has rented a room in Stormwind for the foreseeable future -- a good six months paid in advance, and there's twice that still in the account she's opened with the bank in the Trade District. She's a death knight; no one much questions where the money's coming from ( Read more... )

Why do you cling so pitifully to an existence that is not even your own?

[The rest of the page is littered with small marks, as if the writer attempted to begin several times and then stopped.]

It is in many ways more alive than I am. It eats, it rests (though it does not sleep), it shows a sort of enjoyment for flying. Today it engaged in a game of tag with the hozen, though I was careful not to let it use its claws or teeth.
[More...]I am perhaps reading too much into its behavior. This will not do. I am not one for silliness. I am not ( Read more... )

My bones ache.
( ruminations on the Light )

The basket arrives early in the morning, from a Silvermoon bakery-- not an upper-class establishment, but a fine one nonetheless. It holds eight croissants, a jar of strawberry butter, and a jar of comb honey. There is also a plain box containing a small chocolate cake which has been stenciled with icing sugar in a wolf design.

Beneath the box is a ( Read more... )

The ghoul enjoyed its sparkler. I am fairly certain of that. I chose blue--not my preference, but I expected the color would go over well, and I was right. It wandered around atop Acherus for several minutes, waving the thing about, though it came when I called and did not complain when I took away the last few inches.

It also enjoyed the "smorc," ( Read more... )

[The words on this page have been written carefully and with a great deal of force-- the next two pages, left blank, show ink marks where the pen tore through.]

They forget.

The humans were our allies, and we did our best to aid them, few of us though there were. They accepted our help gratefully--no, greedily, using us for tasks they were unwilling ( Read more... )

( flashbaaaacks and possible DK feels )

His name might as well be Hunger.
( short post, bit of gore )

Acherus is not silent, but there is nothing out of place. The usual sounds--snapping wind, the creak of armor, the low hum of Acherus itself--all fade into a dull roar that swirls around my ears, unworthy of notice.

The ghoul crouches, claws tapping against the stone floor, and I circle it, blade drawn. Its head turns to follow me, dim eyes watching ( Read more... )