I can't even process what I've seen. There are only memories. The cold, the dark, the stench of the dead, the screams of those who wished to join them. Prayers and chants of brainwashed praise. That dizzying maze of tunnels in the mountainside ( Read more... )

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... )

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've been spending a lot of time  hiding in the lab a lot lately. It's easier when it's just me and the chemicals, my beloved plants, and my outbursts of musical inspiration. I did find a merchant, and a practise violi  piece, and in these long days and sleepless nights I've spent hidden away it's been less and less time collecting data or ( Read more... )

Likes & Dislikes Questions

1. What hobbies do you have? Fishing, cooking, pharmaceutical research and development ((read: DRUGS)), getting hopped up on hallucinogenic stimulants and going into the deep woods for a week to hunt game with a giant cat or wolf companion.

2. Who is your closest mundane friend? Describe them and how you ( Read more... )

As the cell gradually came to accept Tarethayel Duskwhisper as one of their own I discovered that the day-to-day life of a Cultist is  astonishingly dull. Study the undead; listen to long-winded speeches that are half lecture, half sermon, all insane; study the undead more; repair and reanimate ghouls; brew serum to enslave the will and souls ( Read more... )

It is said that there are two paths to power: direct and indirect. One may either excercise one's own force, or direct the force of another. Both and their pros and cons, I suppose. In Icecrown, however, there is little room in which to be passive.

One does not so much as speak in a manner that suggests one wishes to be acted upon.
( I point this out.... )

These are stories that I cannot hide within myself any longer. They're poisoning me from the inside out. Nearly three years now I've held in this venom; I cannot heal until it's been purged.

When the Couriers of Compassion were officially decommissioned (an act I blame both on the machinations of the RAS and the insecurities of the Kor'kron) ( Read more... )

It wasn't so bad in the end. No. I'm tempted to say this Winter Veil was one of the best because-

Because I was with him again.

We feasted. Awkward. He sat there staring at me as if his heart would break if I didn't eat and all the while my stupid, selfish ass couldn't stop thinking of rows of cloaked, quiet figures at a long table in the dark, ( Read more... )

((This page starts off as what looks like an alchemist's shopping list; the last word veers off wildly as if his hand got knocked away while writing it, and a good portion up top has been obliterated by water.))

I swear to all the gods, next person who pegs me with a snowball and calls it a "shower of snowflakes" is going to get their face set ( Read more... )