Fair warning: Much non-WoW stuff will be included below. Feel free to mark as read and await the next post that will come at some point during the first week of 2010.
This past year has been, by all accounts, one of the most difficult ones for me on a very personal level. I very nearly lost both of my parents, my mother to a horrible freak car accident and my father to a massive heart attack. My mother survived her truck rolling three times with nothing but a broken middle …

And still another from the awesome Loreli.
After Loreli’s three day disappearance from Stormwind, Jaylen was livid. She figured he was mostly irate due to the fact that SI:7 hadn’t been able to track her down. Loreli was beyond caring. She’d found herself at a point she hadn’t hit in a long time. Take it now, put it out of her mind later. The marks from their last encounter still hadn’t faded and she was trying not to dread the next. Yet, she came back. She came back because she was afraid …

…because we can’t let those goddamn healers & tanks point all the blame at the DPS, amirite?
Ok! So you’re a warlock. Or a rogue. Or a hunter. Or *involuntary shudder* a mage. You ask around in guild or in your local global channels to see if anyone’s interested in running a random heroic with you. Hell, we need our badgers as much as the next guy or gal, right? Instead of an overwhelming line of chat saying “Oooh, take me, take me! I’ll heal/tank/DPS!” you get nothing but the disturbing sound …

More from Loreli.
Late night, Loreli left the Pig and Whistle long after everyone except the staff had retired. She paused outside the door, wishing she’d brought a cloak. The chill air promised snow, a prospect she was not in the least bit excited about.
Arms came around her from behind and she leaned back against Jaylen’s solid form. A gesture of surrender. She didn’t care, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see you anymore.”
“Good girl. Nice to see you back to your old self.” He buried his face in her …