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... )

The more I think about it the more of a burden it becomes on my mind.

Mordane is alive  still around. His skin is cold as the plate he now wears; the Plume, once famed for its crimson splendour, is stained dark by his death. It pains me still to see him like that: once so vibrantly alive, now cursed to the same fate as our Lordaeronian comrades-in- ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's come to this. The things of which they've accused my Queen- it has to be a misunderstanding. It has to be untrue. Has to be.

Else what have I been doing these past years? My life, my health, my sanity, my peace of mind, my soul - all of this I've given over to Her. All that I've done, all the tireless work and murder and ( 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... )

Character: Knight-Master Malhavvian "Havoc" Silvergrin

Mother and Father would have told you that love is something that happens to a married couple somewhere along the way if they're fortunate. I took that at face value for most of my life. As prime heir I would be married based on what was most advantageous to the House. Of course I had every ( Read more... )

Khaavren's been up all night. Seems we can measure his anxiety by the amount of work he's done in the meantime. His way of making himself feel he's still useful I suppose. We awake to a feast, a three-course breakfast. Something's eating him. Little surprise; it was a rough night even without lack of sleep.

Have to say, though, I love the way ( Read more... )

I do believe I've taken more vacation time this year alone than in all my years of service to the Dark Lady combined. Looking back on that term I can't tell if it was the inclination of the opportunity I lacked; more likely the latter once Khaavren and I were at each other's sides. Oh yes, we spoke of stealing time to idle about together. Now ( 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... )

Khaavren wants me to take a week off. I'm not sure when the word "vacation" came to be something I dread as though it's punishment.

"Choose for yourself," he said.

But I do, Khaavren, at the worst of times in the worst of ways. The suffering of others delights me. I'll seek it, prolong it. I choose to act on these urges.

And I can't stop.

( 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... )