You hate all my friends.

Kae's words, not mine. Not true. I've mulled this over time and again, and most of those I've met, I've liked; it's every bit as inaccurate as saying that I disliked most of the female Couriers.

But all the ones I like, he's losing-

The man I'm waiting for is not Kae's friend.

World's End Tavern is as close to true neutral ( Read more... )

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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... )

There is something about Thunder Bluff that soothes the soul. Perhaps its the thin, clean air; perhaps the bright yet simple patterns that decorate every building; perhaps its height makes it seem detached from the troubled world below. Whatever the reason it seems this is the place many Horde think of first when they must seek counsel for a ( 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... )

Forty years ago....

Oh he's poetry in motion. He moves like water flows - tall even for his race, sapling-slender, just as lithe. The robes that drape his form in the colours of spring (more shades of green than one could count) are surely rough compared to his skin, so pale the fine blue veins beneath show through. Vellum-blond hair hangs free ( 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... )

I fucked up pretty badly. So I keep telling myself. But five years of wanting, five years

Maybe, just a little bit, it was worth i     (( Several inkdrops stain the page. ))

You know, after all this time, I still hate the RAS int

Why was I the only one who listened when I'm the one who has the most reason to hate?

Our houseguest it going to be ( Read more... )

I want to destroy the translocation orb.

Break it. Shatter it. Disintegrate the pieces and cover the ground with land mines where it stood.

Silvermoon must be getting worse than ever. Its filth is overflowing to the south. Bad enough that the delusional freaks and the criminals of that place conduct their disgusting, TREASONOUS "trade" in the ( Read more... )

(( Otherwise-unmarked parchment tacked to the bulletin boards of the Undercity in fresh ink (after the page break for naughty language from a very tired and intolerant warlock whose patience got used up all at once). ))

( Cut for language. )