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... )

As the cell gradually came to accept Tarethayel Duskwhisper as one of their own I discovered that the day-to-day life of a Cultist is  astonishingly dull. Study the undead; listen to long-winded speeches that are half lecture, half sermon, all insane; study the undead more; repair and reanimate ghouls; brew serum to enslave the will and souls ( Read more... )

It is said that there are two paths to power: direct and indirect. One may either excercise one's own force, or direct the force of another. Both and their pros and cons, I suppose. In Icecrown, however, there is little room in which to be passive.

One does not so much as speak in a manner that suggests one wishes to be acted upon.
( I point this out.... )

These are stories that I cannot hide within myself any longer. They're poisoning me from the inside out. Nearly three years now I've held in this venom; I cannot heal until it's been purged.

When the Couriers of Compassion were officially decommissioned (an act I blame both on the machinations of the RAS and the insecurities of the Kor'kron) ( Read more... )