Entries Tagged as 'work'

How soon is ‘now’?

June 4th, 2010 · No Comments · Finding genesis

We’ve all heard the whisperings. The news. The word on the street. Other trolls who pass by you now give a knowing and inquisitive look.“Will you join us?” “Are you coming?” A troll in Dalaran sticks out like a sore thumb, but there they are. And they speak with their skin and with their tusks. I […]

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Traveled so far.

January 9th, 2010 · No Comments · Making ends meet

Life has been depressing these last few months. I found work creating potions in a Dalaran laboratory. Most of the time, the requests are simple. ‘I need something for my health’, or ‘I’ll take an order of Troll’s bloods, please’. It’s often formulaic grunt work that gets me into a conscious coma: ‘Work, work’ as […]

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The business of being in business.

February 7th, 2009 · No Comments · Making ends meet

Now that I’m somewhat settled, I’d like to maintain this lifestyle. Right now I am dipping too far into my meager savings to continue living at this pace. The solution, of course, is to start work again, but I’ve hit a hurdle: It seems that as much as things change, they’ll always remain the same. […]

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A new home?

February 2nd, 2009 · No Comments · Making ends meet

I have neglected to write, and for this I do feel guilty. I dug up this journal from a box that I’d stuffed many unused paraphernalia inside of, so it wasn’t readily available for me to write in. I have relocated to Dalaran for now. It is a wonder, really, that I am living in […]

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Frustration.

November 16th, 2008 · No Comments · Life in the Undercity

I suppose I’m nursing a bruised ego today. I ended up feeling somewhat dejected about the Fjord. The society has dispatched an entire envoy out there, even a bunch of lay apprentices and assistants who weren’t competent enough to lick boots when I was still under employ. I’m no longer part of their designs. I’m […]

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Crossroads.

October 27th, 2008 · No Comments · Life in the Undercity

I was oficially discharged from duty today. I am hardly surprised by this. Politics are heated at this time, and when I pressed others for information, they were unsurprisingly ‘not at liberty to say’. Grand Apothecary Putress is more than likely the pot-stirrer of this murky cauldron. My allegiance to the society, therefore, is no […]

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Lonely nights.

October 24th, 2008 · No Comments · Life in the Undercity

Faranell has been fidgety around me, uncommon for a forsaken. I am unsure as to whether he shall discharge me, murder me, or infect me. I suspect none of the above will actually bother me; I’ve grown restless and bored without new challenges. Anastasia has been gruesomely cheery of late, I suspect she’s covering for […]

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An Introduction.

June 8th, 2008 · 1 Comment · selfhood

I never thought that I would keep a journal. The writing of my thoughts on travel, war, and self seems so vulnerable, as though this book could be snatched away and my private sanctity, my mind, all revealed. Not that I am presuming to be of interest to anyone; it is hardly the case that […]

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