Horkin's blog

Hey, good ta see youse again.  You want some booze?  Me got some new stuff from Gadgetzan…here, siddown…have some.

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I hear.  I hear what it-she call me.  I not-dominant for no-kill her.

Dat what Grimmy say to me after we left Scartaris at Shadowprey.

Dark Templar Kardnal Zu’pala peered out from his black hood at the troll before him.  He narrowed his eyes, gripped his belt tighter, took a deep breath and spoke:

“C’mon brudda,” a slight whine worked the edges of his melodic voice “Ah be workin’ fo’ T’chali’s now fo’ two weeks.  Ah done everyting joo said…ah hauled de barrels up from Razor Hill, ah done whored fa joo, pimpin’ yo’ beer t’roughout Orgrimma’, I even cleaned up de vomit and took out de trash jus’ now.  Gimme some mo’ tickets…look how many ah gots!”  Kardnal pulled out wads of wrinkled and mildly damp tickets.

Eleven summer vacations

Some…Doing Things
Some…Bumming Around

Did I make them memorable enough?
Am I a Dad that I would have respected? 
Barring that, at least one I would have liked?

They’re all done now…this was the last.  Boy is man…senior year.

Regrets?  Of course…that’s price of admission.

His turn on stage.  Mine to watch.

Customs laid down by ghosts.  I follow them out of honor or laziness or a little of both.  The Hall is quieter than it was.  Sometimes I smile at that, sometimes I…don’t.  We’ve shed many lunatics, but too many friends were casualties as well.

The Founders are gone, but the Faithful—and the Hand—remain.

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Dat's one of dem fancy writer words meanin' like story or sumpin', right?  Okay...me was born inna small village in western Durotar. My pa was a honey-pot cleaner and ma was a clothes-beater. She always made pa come to da river for to get her and bring her home, most likely so dat he would get rid o’ da smell of his job…but he din’t never really figger it out.