

A letter to dead loveWith hands shivering with pain, he dips the quill in the inkwell and begins.A letter to dead love
I write this to you, my love, in one of those rare moments of sobriety. I write this to remind you, as well as myself, of who I am. When the euphoria fades, I always ache to tell you everything, but by the time I'm done I am in so much pain that I rip the letter apart and escape back to my sweet flower dreams. Perhaps not this time.
Now, who am I? I suppose I should start with where I came from. Thirty-two years ago, like the orcs count it, I was born on the Echo Isles, to two loving parents, Dambalah bless their souls. I do not rememb
The Brothers
Utgarde Keep

The New DreamIf you can Dream as I can, you can find them.The New Dream
This is vital: you must make your peace with your friends in the Dreamlands before attempting this sojurn. You will sacrifice a night's journey to make this bid--decades, centuries of dreamtime. A difference of one night's sleep may tear away all you have worked for in dreams, all your friends and lovers. This is not a quest to take lightly.
The comforts of the Dreamlands will not accompany you down the path. You will walk that path as though you were awake: no prodigious leaping, no indefinite running, no invocation
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I lubs youz!
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FFFFISH!
Crona on WoW.
Defias Brotherhood? o:
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The game.
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i can learn.
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The game.
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Say that again to my face, PUNK.
MAD WITH POWERRRRR... or lacktherof
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*GIMP Non-User Disclaimer
For of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: it might have been. -JG Whittier
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i can learn.
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*GIMP Non-User Disclaimer
For of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: it might have been. -JG Whittier
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"Caake?"
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