Kolja

WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY

((so I have been meaning to post these for a while, but busy busy... so here they finally are, this is what I do when I am not trying to bleed people all over the world of warcraft :D I go to San Francisco to visit Pukebile and Kolja, I go to my hometown airport to have coffee with Iloam, I stick needles through my skin and change mah hair color :) ))

((Disclaimer - still blatantly stealing other people's character and making them do things they wouldn't normally do for use in a much better-written work than this blog.  Hurray!))

Things were going nowhere fast.

"Sh-shivae?  P-priestess?  Wh-what ah ju doin' heah.. wit de... creepy elf guy?"

"You will address me as duchess, you horrid little man!"

"A-ah'm s-sahrry!  A-ah didn' know ju wah a duchess too!"

"You don't know  much, and that's a fact!"

"L-look, if it's all de same to ju, Ah'd like to leave.  Could ju tell meh how I might access de exit...?"

"Speaking of Axes, off with his head!"

"EEP!"

Artisania Marveloso stared at her husband in disbelief.

His wavering outline moved towards her through the Nether, and she would have thought him a ghost if she were not sharing the same existence. The whole of her quavered, the smooth highlights of her form fading in and out of the shadows as she breathed – no, she did not breathe. Her chest moved in breath and yet no fullness tightened her lungs. She merely existed, as he did, as he raised his hands towards her and touched her.

I collapsed into the first chair I could find, propping a foot up on my desk, barefoot and tattooed, all I wanted was a smoke. As I loaded some maiden’s anguish into my late father’s pipe, I took in how much my body hurt, and how my fel tainted arm throbbed as if it had a pulse all its own. I couldn’t remember when I had such a busy day as this, honestly, I couldn’t wait to crawl into bed and forget about most of it.

The eleventh day of the seventh month of the year 27

I think this potion tastes worse and worse. And I’m not even sure I’m going exactly where I want. But I can’t stop; not until I find what I’m searching for. So, with Delphiee’s watchful eyes guarding me I once again swallow the bitter concoction.

My surroundings become blurred and again I hear voices, but they’re different than those I’m used to. It’s almost as if they’re… singing…

Everything becomes a dark blur for a moment and then my eyes begin to focus. I hear a surprised voice… then several… is that ORCISH?

(( After a break, the potion shop Phials is back in business this Wednesday night at 7pm server time. We're in the Undercity, next to the Enchantment trainers. Come by and catch up with old friends and new! ))

Who knew we could move like this?

Join us at da seventh hour aftah you get outta bed (aka noon). Come an' bring to da Kolja yoor complicated an' disturbin' alchychemical needs. Liniments, tonics, hair cream, special sauce, even sometimes potions -- dey all be available, along wit' da joys of converseratin' wit' otha custymores. Join us in da delightful Undahciteh, right nex' to da Enchanyments trainahs.

(( Wednesday nights, 7-9pm server time. Come and RP! ))

Lemme go ooooooonnn I'm a blister in the sun
Lemme go ooooonnnn Big Hands I know you're the one

Dear Diary,

      I spent the night at Phials translating Taurahe. It must be mating season for them.

Then I got poked by a Blood Elf.

I only burned a few things, and opened a can of beans.

They wouldn't let me make bacon though.

           Disappointments Abound,

                 A.T.

(( The first edition of a little newspaper covering the election in the Swiftstride Clan.  Lies and libel both included. ))

I groaned.

I think something kicked me in the head.

I haven’t been out much… among people I mean… since coming over. Mostly just doing tasks that other people can’t be bothered to do, but its brought some coin and kept my mind and hands busy and I’ve had the safety of the Undercity to keep me sane. Strange how such a dismal place can feel like home. I was satisfied with the “life” I’d made for myself but, like everything I guess, that didn’t last.

I met this girl. I guess girl is relative since she was one of those fancy blood elves and she had to have been several years older than me. Yeah… had to have been… caught that did ya? Sad to say this story doesn’t have a pretty ending; but maybe, just maybe, it has a pretty message.