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Of the Roaming Variation
April 8th, Year 32
I have been absent from the real world as of late. I'm trying to get back to my roots. Zanj and I. I roamed Winterspring for a couple of days, and decided I'd like to travel back to my true roots. Writing you from the base of Mt. Mugamba on Zandalar. I made sure to wear clothing that was accepted in the eyes of my fellow trolls ( Read more... ) -
Disaster
April 2nd, Year 32
So, I have been attempting to ease my boredom and melancholy lately. Nothing really works. I'm burnt out, and feeling the stress of trying to stay commited to Haldrat. We were able to meet for a little while in Zul'Gurub and share our intamacies, but things were cut short as we had to leave to help train in a friend.
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Peeping on the Impaired
((The words below are small and scribbled, as if written in a hurry.))
So, Journal. Here we sit, spying and drawing a naked elf. He's passed out in his hammock. I'm sure that this is illegal, but it's a secret between you and me, and I promise not to tell.
((Below the words are sketches of random folk.))
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Back to the Frigid Wastes...
March 25th, Year 32
Last night was actually... Really relaxing. Since I've been feeling extremely under the weather as of late, it was good to relax in a place with warm air to breathe.
Lilitharien was at the Drunken Kodo last night, after I had slinked my way there. To my surprise, the Kodo was still quite busy, even after hours. There was a troll, ( Read more... ) -
Under the Tree Tops and Fel Infused Eyes
March 15th, Year 32
So, I'm officially sixty-nine years of age. Well, I was yesterday. I feel so old at times. I'm such a crone.
Haldrat is gone on business and visitation, and won't be back for another few days, at least. I'm so unbelievably bored.
I spent my birthday in Silvermoon, getting drunk with a few old flames. I had to laugh as I told them ( Read more... ) -
Of Annoyance and Tauren.
So, yet another attempt to enjoy my night off... And I was called into work. Right as Lil and I were about to sit down, that same, faint whisper floated to my ears, calling me to duty.
((The page seems to be stabbed [with the writing utensil] and scribbled all over for the next few inches))
I'm so unbelievably frustrated with my work at the moment. ( Read more... ) -
The Pitter Patter of Rampant Thoughts
March 3, Year 32
Haldrat asked me this evening before we retreated to the Cantrips and Crows about the date of when we should be wed, and that I should be in charge because he wasn't familiar with how my kind consummate this sort of thing.
He often makes comments about 'how the trolls' do it, but... I don't know the most about my own ways. I know ( Read more... ) -
"Your tusks... Cold... Like ice..."
((The book itself is thick, obviously old. The covering is a harsh, dark plum with faded gold intricate lines over the binding. ))
Februrary 27, Year 32
I've had this tome for so many years. Never have I written in it... Until today. I have been stricken with pangs of nostalgia, and what better a time a time to have myself a journal than when I am ( Read more... ) -
((OOC: New Troll Here!))
Hey there. Thanks for reading. :) This is the Role-Playing Journal of Olantunji Icetusk. Olantunji is a character that I play in the MMORPG, World of Warcraft. This is also my first ever livejournal. I'll have to make one specifically for myself later on.
The journal itself will be written In-Character for the most part, unless otherwise stated, ( Read more... )
