The Crystal crackles to life, followed by a few moments of
“Let’s go over the things I know. My name is Jaxkol
Dawnsedge. I am eighteen years old. I am Sin’dorei. I live in Stormwind, with a
room at the Golden Keg in the Dwarven district where I work. I also share an
apartment with my… with my Pryn… In Old Town.
I am a Knight Initiate with the Argent Dawn. I am a student
under Sister Anders. I am a tavern-keep at the Golden Keg. I am a hard worker…
most of the time.
Continue reading “Tenth Crystal – Birds and Cages”
So two very important things: Don’t expect anything that comes with instructions from a Laughing Skull Orc to be easy. And don’t expect it to come out pretty. This week’s recipe was Ravager Dogs from a good friend of mine, Korgraath Crotchgore, and it comes all the way from Gorgrond. Don’t ask him the story behind that sirname. Just trust me.
These dogs were ugly as fel, but man did they taste good. Unfortunately Korgraath’s instructions left a lot to be desired, so hopefully I can help you learn from my mistakes for this delicious dog. Crunchy with just a little bit of spice and an interesting fresh flavor, these are definitely worth it. I hope to revisit it later with a better method once I’ve experimented a bit more.
Continue reading “Meal of the Week: Ravager Dogs”
So, while Pryn and I were struggling to make
money last summer, we came up with the idea to try and scavenge interesting
artifacts from the newly discovered island of Zuldazar. Long story short, she
has an amazing tiara that doubles as an illusion-disguise, my pale ass got a
nice tan (somehow my blond hair got blonder?), and we came back with a lot of
really neat but essentially useless things. With the exception of these weird
green tree eggs.
Now, I have a lot of troll friends, some of the most important people in my life are trolls (Love you, Zan!) but elf throats are NOT designed to speak Zandalari. So I can’t pronounce the name of this egg for the life of me. Avokoto? Avkato? I have no idea. But! My buddy Zan’juul DID show me how to make this AMAZING green egg paste stuff. It doesn’t taste anything like you’d expect and I’m told it’s very healthy, so what a great way to start the New Year.
And it’s going to be a happy and healthy New Year! Remember you’re not alone, you are amazing and I love you.
Seriously. You, person reading this, maybe on your little mage-square avoiding your actual work — maybe in your underwear winding down for bed or maybe trying to wind up for the day — I love you. You are why I do this. And I hope when you’re feeling down, you remember that Jax loves you.
And since this got weirdly emotional, I’m also here for anyone who needs it, just leave me a comment, find me on Twitter @jaxkol, or even shoot me a private email through the Contact page. For real. Does not expire.
The crystal crackles to life, occasionally distorted by the sound of a breeze. His voice is soft and tired-sounding.
“It’s… been a long time since I’ve done one of these. I’m not even sure why I grabbed the recorder. I guess… It’s been so long since I’ve felt that feeling. This… awful feeling of impending doom. It’s still familiar, of course, but I’ve…. ya know, I’ve felt a lot of other things lately too… Love. Peace. Joy. I guess I was starting to forget.
I guess she figured it was time to jog my memory.
Continue reading “Ninth Crystal – Anniversary”
“– Is back! Pryn is back! Pryn –”
Frantic panting, noises of excitement that don’t form any coherent words. “Pryn’s back — it was — oh man — oh man!
I gotta — I gotta calm down. Gotta breathe.”
Continue reading “Eighth Crystal”
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.
Continue reading “Seventh Crystal”
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.
Continue reading “Sixth Crystal”