(( The previous few dozen pages are full of notes, some scribbled hastily, some written more neatly. For the most part they look to be research and observations on things like fel and demonic magics, though scattered throughout is the occasional phrase or page written in seeming gibberish, along with what looks to be attempts to translate it. There ( Read more... )

I really want cake now.

Damn it.

Been a while since I really wrote much here. Not sure I remember how. Haven't really had much to write about lately apart from the voices and heada. Till today, anyway. I still don't know why I was feeling so restless, or why I decided to go out to Storm Peaks, of all places... but I'm glad I did. Very glad. If I hadn't...

Well. I don't even want ( Read more... )

(( The last few pages have been filled up with what looks to be a list of locations and various notes about them, some of which are: ))

Ashenvale: Southeast, small patch southwestish. Relatively faint.

Felwood: Several areas west and central. Noticeable.

Desolace: South. Stings. Desolace is still horrible in general.

Blasted Lands: Southwest. ( Read more... )

Shards and hellfires. What is it about men that makes them so bloody dense?

I'm going to have to go out and kill stuff, arm be damned.

Some priests they are when they bloody conspire to throw me into the damn bay when I'm already sick.  Especially after T. said he'd protect me from that happening! So much for that, too. Should know better than to believe anything like that from anyone. Damn it, I'm not going to any more of these bloody gatherings if they're anywhere near water, I' ( Read more... )

Ugh. If this cold doesn't go away soon I'm going to have to kill things.

Well. Kill more things.

... Once I can actually convince myself to get out of bed.

. . . maybe later.

Stupid headache.

Got another damn headache again. Been getting more of them lately, I've had to go kill things just to try and keep myself distracted from them, even though it's not been doing my arm any good. Talking with Jeria didn't help the headache any either. How do you explain to someone that you don't want anyone caring about you and you don't want to care ( Read more... )

I managed to gain access to what's left of Silvermoon's records, but my initial search proved fruitless. There was no order to the records - at least, none that I could discern, which made trying to find anything specific akin to looking for a needle in a large haystack. Fortunately, one of the keepers directed me to someone who could possibly help ( Read more... )

One would think that I would have learned by now. Apparently not.

Note to self: No more drinking. I mean it this time.

Head still hurts. Think I'll go back to lying down for a while. Kill things later.