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”
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”
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.
Continue reading “Fifth Crystal”
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”
Ah, a taste of home: Prawns, gnome-tomatoes, avocado, lime and… I don’t know the Common word for the herb. Direct translation from Thalassian is ‘soap weed’. Pairs well with a white from Eversong. Maybe. Probably. I don’t drink.
I love this one because it’s so easy. Continue reading “Meal of the Week: Silvermoon Ceviche”
When you’re too lazy to clean a dish….
Uh. So again… like… Food is new to me. I am literally starving, so living at a tavern with access to inexpensive food is a fucking Light-send. Near the Stockades (which I’m told are like… Handcuffs for your entire head that you have to stand in in public as punishment) are a bunch of food carts that set up every day.
Today’s meal are sausages from Ironforge, I’m told they’re ram meat. The sauce is something with a weird name I can’t pronounce, it’s a mix of soured white cream, cucumber and dill. Once I start learning how to ya know. Actually cook, I’ll get better at telling everyone else how to do it.
You like… mix about half a cucumber that’s been grated and squeezed, more dill than should be legal in your area, and sour cream. Then you let it chill. I think there’s also garlic, I dunno.
This cost me about half a silver, so I’m a fan. Plus with Braindigger, it’s real nice to always have my own plate!