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 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'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... )

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... )

[[ The entry is written in a loose, frenetic hand around complex alchemical equations and highly-detailed sketches of various flora and fungi. ]]

I am on the verge of a breakdown breakthrough.

it didn't want to even out, couldn't get
                 can't be a zero-sum game

but my eyes are OPEN.                  Just took a little help

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I have to admit, after being so aggressively pursued even for such a short period of time, to hear the same person turn around and try to weasel-word his way around admitting to his own declarations of intent....

It felt like I'd been slapped in the face.

Not that I don't understand why. Not that it even matters anymore. It just-

It's insulting ( 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... )