The Power of Cauldrons

An orc is only visible by his helmet as he sits in a Greater Mystical Cauldron. A troll druid asks him what he's doing, then tries to get into the cauldron with him as an owlcat.
Because no one loves Arms Warriors or Feral Druids at Blizzard, that’s why!

While we were waiting for everyone to prepare for Orgozoa, the fifth boss of the Eternal Palace raid in World of Warcraft, I noticed Remylroux sitting in the flask cauldron. Continue reading “The Power of Cauldrons”

Seeing Keelath

“You’re not so different from your brother, you know,” she told him. “You’ve both made the same crazy choice for the people you care about.”

I’ve got to find a way to better format letters… Some of the punctuation is also messed up here as I wrote half of this in WordPress, and half in Google Docs. Who knew that Google Docs doesn’t use standard hyphens and quotation marks?

Author’s Note

Dear Keelath,

I’d like to visit you, and know you are no longer in Newhome. Where might I find you these days?

Love,

Mirium

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Dear Mirium,

At the Crossroads, in the Barrens… Continue reading “Seeing Keelath”

Going Home

“Yes, yes, you are on the ground,” said Breyd, stuttering slightly over her relief that he was okay—and not a little bit of irritation now at his recklessness. “Are you okay?”

“Good morning, dalah’surfal.” Breyd’s voice and the sound of the curtains being drawn back roused Evelos from his doze. He spent a moment staring at her, blinking in the fresh sun, before sitting up. It wasn’t as hard for him now, Breyd observed, but his lack of muscle tone still made her worry. “Do you think you could stand on your own today?” she asked. “You’ll be coming home.”

“I’ll try,” said Evelos. 

“After breakfast,” replied Breyd with firmness, and slid a bowl of broth under his chin. “Eat up, love. Or drink up, as it were.”

“My favorite,” said Evelos dryly.  Continue reading “Going Home”