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... )

It's Children's Week again. I took a young orc boy out and about. Something tells me this may have been ill-advised - as innocent as his questions were he managed to completely mortify me (oh, bad pun, Ori, shame) in front of the Dark Lady. She remains as fearless and confident as ever, though - the baseless suspicions of Kalimdorean youngsters are ( Read more... )

I dislike Orgrimmar in general. From a diplomatic standpoint I can appreciate the work that I need to do there; but the weather disagrees with me, and I trust neither goblins nor trolls, and the presence of the Kor'kron serves only to remind me oh so bitterly of my home city's occupation by the very same force ( 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... )

Four years ago....

They'd hidden so carefully. Traveled single-file, covered their tracks, doubled back on their own trail. They'd taken pains to leave nothing behind when they moved camp. No matter how exhausted they were - be it from travel, fighting, hunger, or the near-crippling pangs of mana starvation - they couldn't let their guard down ( 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... )

Silvermoon is tearing itself apart. I should care, I guess. Ostensibly those are my people right?

No, not really. Not anymore. It's more of a ghost town that the city I now call home.

Let not this madness spread tot he Queen's lands. Just so: New Lordaeron is home to the dead and the damned. No false paladin has jurisdiction here. To try to come ( Read more... )

Personal Questions

1. What is your real, birth name? What name do you use? Oriseus Lastdawn. It's the only name that I actively use.

2. Do you have a nickname? What is it, and where did you get it? Most people call me Ori. It's kind of a no-brainer. Certain circles call me "that ginger bastard" but it's an affectionate sort of thing.

( MANY QUESTIONS! )