Different brands of seriosity

So, after we went and dumped a bunch of demonic gems in a fel-infused volcano, Pizzy and I went back to Allerian Stronghold to relax a little bit. And talk. We've only been dating for 7 months or so, but I've been so panicked this week about the possibility of being pregnant, I figured we better talk about the future together - see if we even HAVE a future together.

I mean, I'm a lot more knowledgeable and careful than most women, and I'm fortunate that my cycle's been like clockwork, but this month has shown that nothing is foolproof, as much as I'd like to think it is. I don't think Pizzy's the type to run out on me with a baby... but I didn't think Zandramas was either. As much as I'd like to think that I'm totally a liberated woman and stuff, the reality is that I can't really work while I'm pregnant or having a nursling. Not my ordinary line of work, anyways. And if there were complications....

Anyway, yeah, so this is why most people get married before sleeping together, or at least around the time they start sleeping together. No one's gonna help track down the father of a bastard child, but a married, divorced, or widowed man can be held responsible for his offspring. And if he dies, then we're taken care of. I'm SO. VERY. GLAD. that Zandramas and I had been married when he died, because the inheritance is helping to pay for child care right now so I can go out and earn a living.

ANYWAYS! So. I was REALLY nervous about bringing up marriage and everything, because Pizmo has been totally freaked out about any kind of marriage talk - even at the mention of the word his eyes bug out like he's been zapped with jumper cables or something. But I managed to bring it up, and of course he was all kinds of worried. He's like, what if I won't be a good husband and it fails and then you'd be so sad? And I'm like, dude, you're an amazing boyfriend, and being a husband is like being a boyfriend except we live together, you know? And then he's like, what if living together is a total disaster?

Then he suggested we find a soothsayer or something to predict whether we'd be a successful married couple. Come ON, who does that, seriously? Not a gnome, that's for sure. So I'm like, look, we jus twork things out as they come up. I think we'll be FINE without a soothsayer or whatever. And then he brought up Wynni, which makes sense, I guess. He wanted to know how we'd deal with decisions about raising her or whatnot, and whether he'd be considered her father.

Then he asked about her natural father. He's DEAD. He's like, ar eyou sure, and I'm like, yes, I buried Zandramas myself, GOSH. But then he reminded me about Zanny not REALLY being her biological father. And something inside me just kind of snapped. The idea of HIM - Wynni's REAL father - even being remotely involved... My mind told me that is was silly and wouldn't ever happen, but my heart was off and running at a million miles an hour. I felt TERRIFIED, and like my chest was closing in on me.

Pizzy was so gentle - he just held me and rocked me back and forth, talked to me gently to try to understand what was going on and to try to calm me down. I was hardly even aware he was there - I just felt like I couldn't breathe, and I was trying desperately to convince myself that there was no way in the nether that Tiggs could ever, ever find me.

And then the narcolepsy took me. You won't find me being grateful for my disability very often, but I don't think Pizmo or I have ever been more thankful for it than today. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up the panic was gone. My chest and head were still aching, but that's probably because of the quick breathing. And I felt absolutely MORTIFIED that he had seen me like that. I mean, I've been nothing but strong and brave when I've been with him - I've never let ANYONE see me have a panic attack like that (at least not in the last 2 years). I figured he'd think I was totally crazy or something.

But he didn't. He just hugged me and told me that it was OK to be afraid, and that whatever else I might be, I'm still a woman, and I'm allowed to have emotions and such. He promised to listen to whatever I wanted to tell him, and he'd hold me right there to help me feel safe. He wanted me to tell him what happened, but I just COULDN'T. I can't talk about it - every time I even try, it's like I'm living it all over again. He thought maybe he just wasn't very good at being comforting, but it's a real block - I've never told anyone what happened.

He told me a story about how he had found an item that was of vital importance to the Horde. He had spent a lot of time fighting the Horde on the battlegrounds of Alterac and Arathi, and had hoped his renown on the field of battle would encourage leaders to listen to him when he came bearing a message of importance. They totally didn't, though - they just laughed at him and beat him up. He had such stories about how he snuck into Orgrimmar and yelled at all the orcs and they couldn't catch him because he was so small and quick!

The stories didn't REALLY relate directly to what I was freaking out about, but they were important to him because he had never shared them with anyone before. And, well, it really did calm me down a bit, talking about something else. I told him that I would write him a letter sharing my ordeal, and that seemed good enough for him. He told me he wanted me to feel comfortable telling him anything at all, that I shouldn't be afraid to talk about the scary stuff.

So then, I had the stupid idea to mention that maybe there was a 1 in 3 chance that I could be pregnant. Which, you know, is a 2 in 3 chance that I'm NOT! And I tried to stop myself before it came out but it did anyways and he freaked out and I knew I shouldn't have said anything until I KNEW for SURE what's going on. When he saw me panicking he tried to tell me that everything was fine, but I know it's not. And then he had to go, so I can't even get this resolved. URGH. Go me. I think I might have just ruined everything this month.

He loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah!

OK, so, I was just about to write "best day EVAR" here, but I'm totally beginning to think that pretty much all of the days I've written about that have involved Pizzy have totally earned that moniker, so I'm not even gonna BOTHER! Except I guess I kinda already wrote it anyways but that is totally not important.

ANYWAY! So, I was totally wearing a new dress, and I met up with Pizzy, and like we always do, we were totally trying to decide what to do, and I suggested we look for the recipes we were gonna look for LAST time, and he was like, OK, whatever. But, you know, Pizzy's really not very good at hiding his emotions, like, at all, and the way he was looking at me and some of the things he said? Yeah, so not thinking about punking blood elves or whatever. So, I suggested we go to the hot springs in Un'Goro, and we left for Ironforge.

As we were waslking through Ironforge, though, I was like, dude, I don't wanna do all that traveling. And Pizzy was complaining about the warmth, so I was like, whatever, let's just go to the Hinterlands, it's totally cooler up there and I don't really need to kill a devilsaur to have a good time. So, he arranged for gryphons, being all cute and telling the gryphonmaster not to give us a bum gryphon or anything.

After we landed at Aerie Peak, we decided to take a stroll, and we walked arm and arm all the way to the Overlook Cliffs, talking about his business, about Azi, and about the merits of the polymorph spell. He was so cute in trying to show off, and it was so pleasant just getting to be with him. We found a totally great spot by the waterfall, nice and shady so Pizzy wouldn't get burned at all.

I figured we'd just make love right off the bat with the way he was looking at me and stuff, but I guess he got nervous or something cause then he asked me about my parents. Now, I know that totally seems innocent to other people, but seriously, if you're a gnome, you don't ask about people's families unless you seriously want to chat about the incident, because 90% of the time the answer is, "Oh, they died at Gnomeregan." And that was my answer. So, I'm like, OK, whatever, we can talk about Gnomeregan, so I asked him about his family, and not surprisingly, his mom and his brother prolly died there too. Something about the way he described it sounded totally odd to me, so then I asked him how old he was. And he was like, I dunno, 50, 80, somewhere around there, and I'm all, dude, that's a pretty big range.

So then he started telling me what happened after Gnomeregan. He woke up after a few weeks and couldn't remember anything - not his family, not even his own name. And it was obviously so painful for him. And so I told him what happened to me, cause even though it wasn't nearly so bad, it was kinda the same. I woke up after a couple weeks in Anvilmar, and I could remember how to do things, and sketchy outlines of my life, I couldn't really remember other things. Like, I remember Rinkle and Gibble, sort of, but not really a lot of the feelings, or events - not really who they WERE, you know?

And I'm left wondering, how many more of my memories would be missing if I didn't have my brother Noodler to help me from the start? And it's sad, cause I mean, we're two gnomes from two totally different places, and yet we have similar experiences, so how many others have totally forgotten stuff too? And of all the people who died in Gnomeregan, how many have been forgotten just cause radiation borked our brains? I mean, if no one remembers them, it's like they never existed in the first place.

We snuggled with each other for a bit, just kind of content in the knowledge that we weren't alone in our experiences. And you know how cuddling is, especially when your sweetie is looking at you the way Pizmo was looking at me. So yeah, we made love, except, you know how it was me in control all the other times? Yeah, he was having none of that - he took me like a man. It was amazing. And that's all I have to say about that, except, no one tell Pizmo what ovulation means, OK? Thanks.

We snuggled and I told him I loved him. And... he told me he loved me too, for the very first time. I won't go into the mushy details, cause it was all special and stuff, but yeah. We may have both lost memories, but we're gonna make even BETTER ones. Together.

A walk in Feralas

So, I totally found Pizzy again today, and we totally decided to go to Feralas so we could ride on a boat and take a walk on the beach. I really wish he'd come up with some ideas other than killing crap. Anyway! It was kind of awkward at first, and then I asked him to cut a gem for me after we got off the boat. He warmed up to that, even if I did fall asleep while I was doing it.

And then we totally saw this school of Stonescale Eels, but it's not like either of us know what to do with a fishing pole. And OH MY GOSH, you guys, it was so totally cute. He made himself invisible and snuck into the water and threw a bomb and brought me back a fish head. I mean, OK, yeah, a charred fish head is kinda gross, but the whole thing was just kinda sweet, you know?

ANYWAY, so we totally started walking, and we downed a sea giant and a couple elementals just for kicks. Then we just kinda found a log and sat and watched them. They didn't even notice us, just stomping back and forth and everything. And then... Pizmo brought up the letter I sent him. See, the other night he asked me why I liked spending time with him, and I was thinking about it, and I kinda ended up writing this huge letter talking about stuff that had happened since I saw him last. And the IDEA was to show that Zandramas was a pud and Pizmo is totally opposite and everything, but, uh, I may have gotten carried away. Maybe.

So, we got to talking, and he was kinda confused why I would write so much. Well, yeah, no kidding - hello baggage! At first he thought it was cause I thought he'd do all those things. Holy NO, totally the OPPOSITE of what I'm trying to say! So I said that I wouldn't have seen him in the same light if I hadn't gone through all that stuff.

Somehow, FINALLY, it totally got through to him what I was trying to say. And he said he didn't know he had been through so much stuff; he'd assumed that I was living a domesticated dream or whatever. We both felt bad for not keeping in touch, but I mean, what kind of guy stays in touch with a girl after she's married?

And so then, in light of all this, I told him that if he totally wanted to just keep things on a friendship level, then I would so totally understand. Cause this is a lot, you know? And you know what? He was TOTALLY cool with it! He said that he felt sad that I was sad, and that he thought maybe he could make me smile. OH MY GOSH, isn't that totally the sweetest thing EVER?

He asked if I was still totally sad, and I told him that it's good to learn from my mistakes, but I don't want that stuff to hold me back. I totally had a conversation with Kitty-Kaetta before we went out today, and she was all, holy crap, I would never date him, because I totally don't want to be hurt again. But I mean, if the potential for total awesome happiness is there, then, shouldn't you take it?

It was just totally magical, and not in a PEWPEWPEW kinda way. I wish that the evening never had to end. Oh my gosh, I'm glad I didn't let some of his social awkwardness scare me off. And I totally can't wait to see him again.

A totally awesome brief history of ME!

I grew up in Gnomeregan, but I never did have a head for machines. I married when I was 50 to an amazing guy named Rinkle Tinkerwrench, and I had a son, named Gibble. We were so happy! I worked as a midwife, sometimes even branching out and helping dwarves and humans birth their children as well.

But then the incident happened! The troggs invaded Gnomeregan and they made the decision to irradiate the place. It was horrible. Gibble became a crazed leper, and I don't even know if he is still alive or not. My son - my dear son! He was only 10, and he died from a toxic overdose.

I was lucky to escape with my life, but I didn't escape unscathed. The radiation ruined some of the neurons in my brain, and now I'm a chronic narcoleptic. Noodler and I tried so hard to find work after the incident, but I couldn't hold a job - I kept falling asleep at all the wrong moments.

Finally, I followed a gnome girl into Anvilmar, and it was there I met Alamar Grimm. I saw how his imp served him, and I was inspired - if I had an imp,k he could protect me if I fell asleep! And he could wake me up, too! So I begged him to teach me, and it was then I began in the ways of the warlock.

I was rather notorious by this point, and the butt of many jokes, so I moved to Goldshire for a new start. I found solace among the humans, and was able to have a safe environment while I progressed in my training.

I was totally progressing in my warlock studies to be WICKED AWESOME, and I started going to these Gnomish Citizen Council meetings! I met so many awesome gnomes there! Like, Picklewisp! And Pizmo! And Pepepper! And Zandramas!

So, yeah, Zandramas and I totally started dating and all. But you know what, to be honest, I really wasn't feeling it. He was nice enough and all, but I just totally didn't feel that click, and I really just wanted to move on. He wanted to move way to fast - he had a freaking RING on our SECOND DATE! I mean hello, I don't even KNOW you, and you're asking me to marry you, what? Yeah. See, but every time I tried to break it off, he threatened suicide. It was scary. And I didn't really know how to deal with it. In retrospect, I totally should have just pointed him toward the White Coven for counseling or something, but yeah, hindsight is always perfect or so they say.

So, I stayed in this relationship that I wasn't really happy in. I had an affair with this other guy that, while short-lived, made me realize that I could really be so much happier and I totally didn't need to tie myself to Zandramas. So, I got ready to break it off again. And then... I was helping this gnome guy named Tiggs, and he RAPED me.

Wow, that's SO much easier to write than to say. Boy, this letter writing idea of yours is totally spiffy. ANYWAY! So yeah, that happened. And as if that wasn't bad enough, a few weeks later I found out that I was pregnant, and I knew it was Tiggs' baby, because Zan and I NEVER - you know. UGH. What a freaking awful mess. So, I totally thought that Zandramas would end the relationship because hello, I'm pregnant with a baby that's not his! But no, he thought it was better that we get married so everyone would THINK it was his, and he could act as a daddy to the baby and all that. I was such a mess at that point. I didn't really want to get married, but on the other hand, I was feeling so totally worthless that I figured he was the only man EVER who would want me, and the baby did need a father, so I guessed it sorta worked out.

So, we got married, and the ceremony was nice, and I had a baby girl - Wynne - a little while after. Family life was pretty quiet for a little bit. But then, around the time that the Argent Dawn launched its assault on Naxxramas, he started acting really erratic. Like, he got rid of all his tailoring stuff and started learning engineering, and then he got rid of his engineering stuff and starting picking flowers, and so on. And then he totally disappeared, and came back and started blathering about dragons and everything. Then he left the Tower and ran off and joined some group to assault the Molten Core, but I don't understand why he had to do that when I could totally clean up the Molten Core and kick butt in Blackwing Lair and Ahn'Qiraj without ever leaving my guild, and whenever I met up with heim he totally didn't have naything to show for it, so what was the point, REALLY?

And THEN, he just TOTALLY disappeared. I tried to contact him, I tried EVERYTHING, but yeah. Nothing. So, I figured he was dead, but I got a bill of divorcement written up, just in case he ever moved back. I moved Wynne and me to Shattrath as soon as the portal opened, and I went about the business of kicking butt and taking names. I was raised as Emissary of the Tower, and I began leading people into Karazhan. Life was good. I was - and AM - a respected leader.

And then HE showed up AGAIN! And, inexplicably, he was re-admitted to the White Tower, apparently to win me back, or so the rumors said. Well, I served him those papers and avoided him like the plague. I wasn't going to get caught in that nonsense again. And then... well... a few weeks later his gryphon showed up at Wildhammer Stronghold, riderless. After some searching, we found his body - well, what was left if it; he was pretty skooshed - on the plains of Hellfire Peninsula. I guess he just flew his gryphon up as high as he could and then jumped. So I guess when he made all his threats of suicide from before, he wasn't kidding.

Wynne took it pretty well - I mean, I didn't let him see her after he showed up again because we had already been through the whole "Daddy's not coming home again" thing. But it was hard for me - I mean, I didn't love him; I'm not sure I ever did, but it's horribly shocking when something like that happens, you know?

Zandramas, dead.

Oh. My gosh. It's been a few days, but I'm still just FREAKING OUT more than anything. So, remember how I said that Zandramas had been totally hounding me, trying to get me to spend time with him so he could "win me back"? Well, I totally kept telling him no, right? Cause my family doesn't need that drama anymore. Wynni doesn't need a daddy who keeps disappearing. So I told him to bugger off. Didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to see him, nothing.

Well, last Sunday was totally the last time anyone heard from him. No one had seen him or anything. And then... then his gryphon (gosh, I can't even think of the NAME right now) showed up at Wildhammer Stronghold, sans rider. That was totally bizarre. So we sent people out looking, and we found him - well, what's left of him - near the road to Terokkar Forest, right there where all the voidwalkers and stuff are? Yeah. It was clear he died from the fall, but it looked like the voidwalkers there were enjoying sucking the last little bit of energy out from his corpse that they could.

So, my warder guy, Lightlance, and I scooped up his remains and we took 'em to a spot between Toshley's Station and Singing Ridge. I figured he'd like being near gnomes, and we all know his obsession with dragons. We had a quick ceremony for him, and my tears surprised myself. Maybe I'll bring Wynni here someday. He might not have been her biological daddy, but I know he loved her as if he were.

Stupid Zandramas. I always knew he was unstable, but I didn't think it would come to this. I mean, when I said I never wanted to see him again, I didn't mean it in a malicious sense. I wanted him to keep living and find happiness elsewhere. There's always a brighter future to look forward to. Always.

Return of Zandramas

OH. MY GOSH. YOU GUYS. Do you know who TOTALLY came back to the White Tower? ZANDRAMAS, THAT'S WHO. I'm totally freaking out here. I mean, I thought he was dead, or insane, or just whatever, you know? And then for him to totally show up out of nowhere after NO contact for like FOUR MONTHS or something? Who the heck let him back in the Tower, anyways? I mean, we don't have a Blue Wisdom! GAH! I don't even KNOW what to do.

And of COURSE he wants to see me and talk to me. And I'm thinking, NO WAY. I mean, I totally just started seeing Torick. I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD! And hello, awkward. Someone told me that he wants to try to "win me back." Huh-UH! I've gotten off that train, buster. I'm not staying with a man who ditches his wife and kid and doesn't even write. He OBVIOUSLY doesn't care about us, so why should I care about him?

Anyway, it's a good thing I kept that bill of divorcement I drew up when he left. It's totally signed by the High Tinker Mekkatorque himself. It's time I took care of this messy business once and for all.

The birth of Wynne

So, oh my gosh. I was totally in Tanaris at Gadgetzan, waddling in my huge pregnant way, and I totally started having contractions. Like, REAL contractions. HOLY CRAP! I walked around for a bit until they really couldn't be ignored. So I buzzed Zandramas, and I hopped side-saddle on a gryphon to fly to Thalanaar, which was the nearest moonwell that I could think of. (And I totally needed to give birth in a moonwell to counteract all the demonic energies I've been in contact and stuff.)

So, I stripped and lowered myself into the moonwell; Zandramas and Tristah (a human gal who's a friend of mine) arrived shortly thereafter. Oh man, it was totally painful. And they totally didn't have any idea what was going on! And I was like, GUYS, you gotta support me so I can stand and let gravity help! And Zandramas was totally freaking out cause of the blood!

Well, finally, when it was about quarter after 9, it was totally time to start pushing. OOF. I didn't remember it being this hard last time, but that was totally a long time ago. After about 5 good pushes, she was born! She was SO BIG! I immediately put her up to my breast and started nursing. Zandramas pulled out a blanket sewn of mooncloth to wrap her in. She had blue eyes and a mess of green hair on her head. She was so beautiful!

I asked Zandramas what we should name her, and he named her Wynne Whistlescrew. I thought that was kind of a weird name for a gnome girl, but that's OK. After everything that I've put him through, I figure he should be able to name her, even if he's not technically her daddy. But there's no need for those thoughts now, because he WILL be her daddy.

I have a family again! I'm a mother again! After so many years since Gnomeregan, and things are finally getting back to normal for me.

The wedding of Duerma and Zandramas

In case you missed the blessed event, here are some photos, with Sorshia's lovely speech captured for posterity.
































(Our moonbeam faded for just a moment...) Of course I said "I do!"








I fell asleep at this point, and they were all wondering if I'd actually give him a ring. I did!



Then it was his turn. He gave me The Rock!!
Then Sorshia said a druidic prayer for us.








She didn't get the memo that HE was changing his name, to Zandramas Whistlescrew...


The happy couple! (Way to use your World Enlarger at a critical moment...)
Afterwards, we had festivities and frolicking! Lots of spells and fireworks gonig off for lots of sparklies! And, of course, dancing. Zandramas danced with me for the first time! He ususally chickens out.








Sevelia is there in the background.


Here's Zandramas with Azi. You can see Shadecrank in the background with his pointy hat.

Telling Zandramas

OK, so, oh my gosh, I finally worked up the guts to actually sit down with Zandramas and tell him the awful news. And holy crap, was he upset. I mean, he totally has every right to be - he thinks that I totally cheated on him and stuff. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I just couldn't. I couldn't make the words form. I felt so sick every time that I even thought of it- I just felt that leather collar against my neck and I knew that HE would come find me and kill me.

I thought for sure that Zanny would break things off; I mean, who would want to stay with a whore like me? I don't deserve anything as nice as him. But after his rage at being betrayed, he told me that no, instead, we should just totally move up the wedding, and then that way people would assume that the baby was his. And I'm all, HUH? Are you SERIOUS? I thought for sure he was pulling my chain. But no, even as angry as he was, he still loved me and stuff. That's so weird. I totally don't deserve that at all.

So, um, I guess we're getting married in a few weeks. I don't really know how I feel about Zandramas anymore - I've been ambivalent in my feelings about him since before Winter Veil - but I figure there's not another man alive who will take me, so I better just count my blessings and go through with it.

Adding insult to injury

Oh. My. Gosh.

So, the last few days or so, I've been feeling awful. TOTALLY awful. Sick, and bloated, and generally tired and crappy. And I figured, OK, so I've done some drinking, and I've just emerged from hell on Azeroth, and so I'm just totally recovering and stuff.

But then, I started thinking UH-OH. How many other women had come to me describing the EXACT SAME SYMPTOMS? I mean, HELLO, miss midwife? So, I checked my calendar, and I was in fact a little late, and so then I grabbed a pile of grain and peed on it just to make sure. Yeah, it totally sprouted.

THAT MEANS I'M PREGNANT.

Oh my gosh. Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap. As if all this wasn't totally bad enough. Oh my gosh. I can't believe I'm pregnant with the - his - baby. Oh my gosh. What am I going to do? What is Zanny going to say? Can things get any worse?

Blackrock mountain!

So, without Zandramas around to chaper- er, keep me company - I decided to ride to the most dangerous place I could think of!

Blackrock Mountain! Yeah! That's yours truly in front of the gates. But it'd be boring to just hang out outside.

Yeah, uh, don't look down.

So there I went down the chain. Man, that is one BIG CHAIN! But it was easier to walk on than I had supposed.

When I got to the middle, I saw this altar there. I had heard that if you were a ghost, you would see a ghost on the altar! So I hellfired myself into oblivion and came back, and sure enough!

I can't remember his name. That's OK, he didn't want to talk to me anyway. So I went back to my body. And he was GONE!

But a funny story before I go on. You know who I saw there? CRAKE! I ran into her while I was jogging gfrom the graveyard. I guess she had looked at Vaelestrasz the wrong way or something. Anyway, she suggested I try to sneak into the Molten Core as a ghost. I tried that, but I got sent back to the graveyard. Oh, those sneaky Dark Iron dwarves.

Since I couldn't get into the Molten Core as a ghost, I ran down to talk to this elf  guy.

I hoped to persuade him to sneak me in, maybe masqurading as a corehound's ear or something. He didn't buy it. At least I got to see his floaty crystal, though.

At that point, I got kind of bored with Blackrock Mountain, so I left, and summoned Snookums again. I had thought I went out the same side I came in. But instead of finding myself in the Searing Gorge, I was in the BURNING STEPPES!

Yeah, lots of those big black dragon guys. All over. And nasty ogres. And other meanies. Fortunately, I made it through unscathed to Morgan's Vigil!

Not sure who this gal is, but she's a gnome, with green hair, and the same staff as me, so I decided she had to be the leader. She was at least the coolest person in the camp.

So those were my travels! I've got my eye on Un'Goro crater and Silithus next! In the meantime, here's me in my Christmas dress.

'Til next time, everybody!

Felsteed and more epxloring!

Yup, so here are Zanny and me in the Barrens. Don't we looks snazzy? Anyway, there's only one good reason for a couple of gnomes to be in the Barrens...

...to get a warlock her felsteed! SHAZAM!! Behold the fiery demonic power of my felsteed, SNOOKUMS!

Naturally, I took that as a sign that I needed to do some exploring. So first, we went to the Sunken Temple.

A very dank and creepy place. I bet there's seven kinds of mold growing in those cracks. And not to mention all the killer slimes we saw. And outside, there were green dragonkin!

Don't worry, we licked 'em good!

Next, we went to the Blasted Lands! Very stormy place, lots of lightning and such. And demons EVERYWHERE! Zandramas was a bit uncomfortable, but I thought it was nifty. I've decided that when I've got a few more seasons under my belt, I'm going to enslave helboars repeatedly. Yessirree.

And what would a trip to the Blasted Lands be without THE point of interest?

THE DARK PORTAL! Dun dun dunnnnnn! Yeah, those felguards around it hit kind of hard. But it was still pretty neat to see anyhow.

Then Zanny had to go to bed, so I had a lot of solo adventures! I'll post those pictures in just a bit!