Dilly Dally Shilly Shally

Winter tore open Autumn’s throat and whispered in her ear.

Submerged beneath the northwestern coastline of Ashenvale Forest are the ruins of what once was a Highborne temple complex. Long since abandoned by the Quel'dorei, the caverns have been claimed mainly by the Twilight’s Hammer cult, but also by murlocs from the coast, satyrs from western Ashenvale and southern Felwood, and naga from Nazj'vel not far to the north, all drawn to the pull of ancient power thrumming far below.

The murloc leader Gelihast established one of two pearlescent altar rooms as his slimy lair. The lady Sarevess at first delved deep into the Moonshrine ruins and spitefully erected a statue in homage to the naga queen, but later retreated outward when repelled by the cult’s presence there. The naga and power-hungry satyr, on skeptical and uneasy terms with the cult, agreed to guard the ruined caves from intruders as the cult’s leader, Lord Kelris, fed sacrificed prisoners and even his own minions to what all believed was the favorite pet of the Old Gods - one of which purportedly still dwells beneath this forgotten ancestral home of the night elves.

Aku'mai the massive hydra has been ‘killed’ many times, but adventurers to this day report that it yet dwells in the furthest bowels of the Blackfathom Deeps. With the sheer number of fae wisp spirits present, twining themselves endlessly around the massive roots of the earth above, perhaps there is truth to the rumor of a sleeping Old God. The naga appear to have been searching for something, and wisps are quite capable of bending living wood to serve a purpose - perhaps, that of a prison?

mine and @rotmance’s last braincells: “what if vogue gondor existed and did an editorial on eowyn’s marriage to faramir?” I did the art, she did the amazing article, so read it here! :

“He never had any real hope in the affair from the beginning; but being a cheerful hobbit he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed.”

And then I got sick. 

And now, at least a little, I understand him better. I know how it feels to carry the weight of living in a body that attacks itself, in a mind that wants to convince me to give up. I know how it feels for everyone around you not to understand what you’re going through. To get angry, to feel isolated. And watching him struggle with it but decide to get up over and over with the help of his support system (Sam) it means a lot more to me.

And even when he does manage to get rid of the ring, he’s forever changed. I feel like being sick changed me too. Even if there were a cure, I wouldn’t be the same person I used to be. And that’s okay. Maybe not ideal or fair, but it’s okay.