Juliard

Their whispers are everywhere.

I can’t even get near Shattrath without their whispers echoing in my mind. I fly over the city; it is enveloped in gaseous clouds of puss. I attempt to land; they all turn their soulless eyes towards me. They hunt me eternally; they smell my uncorrupted soul.

And their whispers. They won’t stop whispering! I can hear nothing but their whispering!

The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah.

Never enough time. Never enough. Never enough Light.

I’ve circled Shattrath seven times now. I see the putrid clouds collecting upon the ground, I land, I purify. Some have the gall to yell at me! To spit at me! How dare I purify their hearts? HOW DARE THEY POLLUTE THEIR OWN SOULS!

Lorn hills checkmate night.

[Analysis] Compound NF-Sc-Temp-xrrx

(( WARNING: SPOILERS. Much like my last, this entry has foreshadowing to spoilers in Wotlk. While I’d consider the foreshadowing minor and having no direct spoilers, others might not see it that way. You have been warned. ))

(( WARNING: SPOILERS. This journal entry has (what I would consider) minor foreshadowing to events that take place in Wotlk. Most notably: the events at Angrathar the Wrath Gate. If potential spoilers bother you, or you haven’t watched the video of the Wrath Gate event, or if you don’t even know what I’m talking about; I would recommend not reading this entry. You have been warned. ))

Arathi Basin is out there before us; hidden under that thick rain and fog of Midfall. Arathi Basin is out there for us.

I only have fading memories of the months after my half-awakening in Deathknell. Much time wasted thinking I was no member of the Horde. I am human. Dead, but human. Who am I to fight against my former Alliance? Who raised and taught me The Light? Humans themselves.

That is why Arathi Basin will always hold a special place in my dead heart. It is on this field of battle, three years ago, that I was born-again a War-Priest, that first time I ever did my part in taking the Basin for us.

Three years ago I joined the Horde.

29.03.08 – Stormwind

The crown has requested that Anyalena step down as our commander.  Ktar has taken command.  Adriano Cortez presented him with a watch Adriano was given when he started the unit.

Got the posters? Good. Let's have a look. Huh? Ya can't read? Why am I not surprised? Yeah, OK, I'll read it to ya.  ************************************* The Professor. The Pupil. The Passion! The Pictures!!
Have YOU ever wondered what goes on behind the cloistered ivy-clad doors of academia? Have YOU ever wondered what exactly these pampered professors do to earn their fat salaries? 
Well, wonder no longer. The answer is here.
The wonders of Gnomish technology have opened doors which have remained closed for centuries and allowed us a unique glimpse into the daily life of a Professor of the University of Kalimdor. Hidden and secret picture-takers have revealed the shocking truth! They have exposed the abuse, corruption and sleaze at the heart of the academic establishment, and bring it to us in full colour!

“Go away.”

Satyra looked over the Dean’s latest letter. There was something different about it, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Yeah, OK Slick, I hear ya. Keep yer bloody knickers on, I ain't going anywhere. Elune's balls, and keep yer bloody voice down too, won't ya? I'm right beside you. You blind as well as stupid, eh? Yeah, yeah, I saw. What a bloody idiot. You know, ya just can't get good help nowadays, ya just can't. Writes down all this bloody scientific Tauren-turds and spreads it around the aca-bloody-demic community.  We'll have to deal with him, too bloody right we will. Later. What? Me? Elune's balls, no, that's your job. I'm the sweet talker, remember, you're the moron? Got it? Yeah, well. OK. Will do. Now, bugger off. Tomorrow. Yeah. OK. See ya then. If they show. 

Hey, Griftah, things going well? Yeah, me too, me too. World's full of morons, just our luck, eh? Tell you what, though. Things are getting interesting over my side. Very interesting indeed. What? Yeah, even more interesting than usual. You just wait, matey, I'm gonna be the biggest bloody shot you've ever seen in this damn place. No, really. I've got plans. Good plans. And assistance. Real pro this guy. Some doctor or other. I mean, the guy knows his stuff. Trouble? No, no, he won't make trouble. I'm real careful with that side of things. I've got Slickballs on the job.  Anyway, I'll be seeing ya around, OK? Keep your eyes peeled. Could be work for a gentleman like yerself. Yeah. Same to you, dickhead. Toodle-oo. 

She rolled onto her belly and tucked herself under the thick down cover to trap her warmth. There was a chill in the air, and Shattrath was promising to be cold in the winter. Exertion had left a thin sheen of sweat on her skin and dampened her hair, but even in the apartment her breath had started to make little clouds when she exhaled. Kharris watched Iloam from the dark cave of a bedroom as he left to the living area. She didn't know how he could walk around like that in this weather, wearing nothing but a mild scowl and the soft glow that emanated from the cigarette at his lips. The dark-haired woman tucked the covers up under her chin and watched him move for several long minutes.

(Originally posted February 24th, 2006)

Soft, the nightbreeze on my face... the sound of the waterfall across the lake... her lips against mine as we kissed goodnight...

Soft, the plop of my fish hook into the stream before me. Love feeds the soul, but once in a while a man has to put food on the table.

Last night I met a paladin who said he had once been considered a great hero, but was now forgotten by everyone. He helped to free a trapped spirit, and decided that he could become a hero once again. I think he’ll be able to do it, too. He seems to have the required motivation, and the inability to refuse to help, even when considering himself an ex-hero.

Personally, I find “hero” to be an odd concept. For example, I’m not one, but I have been called one by people I’ve helped. Maybe to them, I am. I wonder how many of my heroes would consider themselves one?

(Originally posted January 17th, 2006) 

Unable to sleep, I stare at the ceiling of my quarters in the Undercity.  My new friend has no such problem; the small, orange cat lays tucked in the crook of my arm.  I reach down with my other hand to scratch him behind the ears.

You need a pet! she tells me, smiling.  Odd where comfort can come from these days.

 ((Originally posted 2006/06/24))

I told Thrall’tukk once, that if I had my way, I would stay at home, be a tailor, and never fight again.  He didn’t believe me, and I’m starting to believe he was right.  I am certainly at home more now that I have been in recent days, but I find there are times when I just have to, move.

Pand is kind enough to check in on Leiral those short times I’m gone, and I’m terrified that she’ll wake up when I’m away.  I believe she’d forgive me, she understands the need to go, but I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself.

I just can’t seem to help it.

Maleren stared at her tattered looking journal laying open on her knees, her quill in her hand.  So many thoughts tumbled around in her brain as she tried to organize them into coherent sentences.

Dear Yuriv,

((Originally posted 2006/03/30. Kick it off first page please =P))

The pain is the worst part. It's not bad enough the stuff is killing me. Not bad enough that it's going to cripple me first. It hurts. So much.

(( Warning: Not really graphic, but there's some mature stuff in here. ))

"It's easy f-for those of us w-who m-meet y-you as F-forsaken t-to l-love y-you. At l-least, it is f-for m-me. Y-you're j-just p-people. B-but I think it's h-harder if y-you r-remember p-people... b-being alive and whole and n-now..."

(( Originall posted February 21, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))

I wake gasping, heart pounding.

Uzil didn't know that name, hadn't been there when it was said. It wasn't one I ever uttered, couldn't say it.

(( Originally posted January 25, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))

(( Originally posted January 24, 2007 @ RelamPortal ))

(( Originally posted January 13, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))

(( Originally posted January 9, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))

Everyone's talking about it. They were right, Doctor Vines, Tundrarunner, Shivae, they were right.

And now things are... everything's so bright. It's not screaming, not any more, it's singing.

I can't abandon them. I can't... not now. Not NOW.

But it looks, it sounds, it FEELS--

If not now, then never.

(( Originally posted January 5, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))

What's happening? Things are so...

Shivae told me that Tundrarunner is back, but that the Dark Portal is opening. He's going to go through, and she's going to go with him. She promised. Only, she's sick, and might not make it. Some human is poisoning her, or is poisoned, or, something. She didn't seem to... why doesn't she want to do anything about it? I don't understand. If she can't find this woman, she said she'd... pray.

That doesn't always work. Maybe I still don't have enough faith for this after all.

There's them, and poor Doctor Vines, Juliard. I have no idea what happened, but I know the damage to his robe will take me a few days to fix. And that crystal in the pocket... Doctor, what did you get yourself into?