The crystal crackles to life, the sound of movement around a room, simple chores and light cleaning.
“Dear You… It’s been a week. Normally I wouldn’t worry but. I dunno. It’s… This week has been weird. And I have a really weird feeling that something bad is about to happen. Or something good is going to dissolve or… I think the Human phrase is I’m waiting for the shoe to drop. It doesn’t really make much sense, it’s more like waiting for a manabomb to explode, I guess.
The Crystal starts with frustrated growling, uncharacteristically heavy footfalls treading a line in the floor.
“I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I don’t… know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been fine. I’ve been fine! I haven’t done anything wrong I –“
The sound of pacing, back and forth, back and forth, rapid, shallow breathing.
I woke up, went downstairs for breakfast, and greeted a patron with “Bye, have a good night!”
They just kind of stared at me. That is how my day is going and it hasn’t even started yet. Can we just give up on today and try again tomorrow?
So here’s the thing. With my newly discovered hobby of collecting attempts on my life by strangers, I’ve decided to bite the bullet and start making Memory Orbs as well. I hate doing these, but… If something happens to me, I’d like… Well. I’d like someone to know the whole story.
A year ago…
Continue reading “Memory Orb 1: The Not So Great Soulgem Heist”
Since I’ve been shot, I’ve been a bit obligated to actually pay attention to what Mrs Jean Bendon is trying to teach me. On top of the potions, which I might talk about later, she’s been keeping a poultice on the injury. Since she showed me how to do it, I’m gonna show you. Before anyone asks, no I’m not showing my wound. It’s gross no one wants to see that.
You need three herbs that are pretty common, and honey to bind it. The Thalassian name is in the… Curvy things.
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The leaves at the top are Mountain Silversage (white sage). Personally, I love that crap. You can use it for cooking and it makes shit taste good. But it’s really super good for infections. The first day or so I started getting sick and the wound was apparently getting infected. Jean took a whole bunch of these leaves and chewed them up, made me chew some too. They made my mouth tingle. Once they were all broken, she just wadded it into the injury.
It made the skin tingle and stop hurting and when I woke up the next day, it itched like crazy. I don’t have a way to not be gross about this, but when we took it off, the infection had come out and the fever broke. Very cool.
The yellow stuff is Wild Steelbloom (yarrow), it’s apparently good for stopping bleeding and circulation for really deep injuries. It also helps deep wounds heal more cleanly.
The fluffy green stuff is dried Bruiseweed (mugwort). From what I understand it’s for pain relief, speeds healing and helps with bruises and tenderness. It can see a difference on areas where the poultice is as far as the bruise fading. Apparently pregnant women should stay away from it cuz she keeps asking if I’m pregnant. It was funny the first time. She also said something about counter-hex properties but I was too busy being unamused by the fifth pregnancy jab.
Grind it up, mix with honey, slap it on the wound, profit.
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The view from my bed for the past week. Getting really sick of that roofie-juice. And being unconscious. And in pain.
Healing potions? More like… suck… potions… shut up I’m injured.
Tinkerpunk music plays on the radio in the background at low volume. “So… I really need to make something clear… When I said ‘If I can survive getting soul burned for a day and a half straight, I can survive anything’…That uh. That really wasn’t a challenge.”
“Fuck where do I start… First off, I’m not telling Pryn. She has enough to deal with right now without worrying about me getting shot.
So a trip close to home introduced me to a new recipe, Pink Mana-Tea. This stuff is delicious, but damn if it isn’t an ordeal to make. I spoke with Matron Faelra Daete’tiirn and her bodyguard, Vanaste Glannath and they tell me that the proper word is ‘ritual’. Whatever, ‘ordeal’ ‘ritual’ – semantics, this thing is a bitch to make. The end result is worth it though.
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Continue reading “Meal of the Week: Shal’dorei Pink Mana-Tea”
There is a long bout of silence. The only sound is that of steady, controlled breathing. Not even Oshu is making noise. When he speaks, his voice is raw and thick.
“That… was number three… Four if you count last night.” An exhausted sigh that borders on defeat. “Thank the Gods, the Loa, the Titans the – the whoever. Whoever is responsible for amazingness that is Jiira… Without her wards – I mean. I assume they’re hers… My brain is… fuzzy right now.” Another long silence.
“Without them I don’t know where I would be… No. No that’s a lie. I know exactly where I’d be. Because this happens every year around this time.” Continue reading “Fourth Crystal”
Feed the Horde 