Cat's talent points, for future reference. May involve tweaking geared towards a more balanced Feral-Resto tree.
August 20th, 2006
August 19th, 2006
The druid clung piteously to the iron chain that spanned from the descending spire to the outer wall. Hanging onto the chain was the only thing that didn't require movement under the baleful eyes of black dragons.
Really, in retrospect, it was all she could do. For a lost druid in the depths of Blackrock Mountain, Catalle was convinced that she should have been dead three times over, ten minutes ago.
The air stank of sulfur and dragon-musk. Heat rose in waves from the central pit, and the sight of it alone was enough to elicit a delicious wash of dizziness. Even the metal that she stood on was painful, but she was frozen in fear. Too afraid to step off and too afraid to keep climbing, she merely held onto the giant chain. High above, a black drake perched on a crumbling stone facade, its baleful yellow eye fixed on her, grinning death's-maw split just enough to see the fire brimming behind its teeth. It saw her, Catalle was certain of it.
The druid muttered anxiously and clung all the more tighter to that chain. Sweat slicked her palms, and the metal slipped under her grip. Sweat also beaded on her forehead, as much from nervousness as the incredible heat of the place.
( Recruitment. )
Really, in retrospect, it was all she could do. For a lost druid in the depths of Blackrock Mountain, Catalle was convinced that she should have been dead three times over, ten minutes ago.
The air stank of sulfur and dragon-musk. Heat rose in waves from the central pit, and the sight of it alone was enough to elicit a delicious wash of dizziness. Even the metal that she stood on was painful, but she was frozen in fear. Too afraid to step off and too afraid to keep climbing, she merely held onto the giant chain. High above, a black drake perched on a crumbling stone facade, its baleful yellow eye fixed on her, grinning death's-maw split just enough to see the fire brimming behind its teeth. It saw her, Catalle was certain of it.
The druid muttered anxiously and clung all the more tighter to that chain. Sweat slicked her palms, and the metal slipped under her grip. Sweat also beaded on her forehead, as much from nervousness as the incredible heat of the place.
( Recruitment. )
August 18th, 2006
Storytime! Sort of. I got lazy and it turned into a picture-book. That is, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8)
giftofarthas took me down into Searing Gorge for the first time today, and I decided to abuse the screencap key.
( Very image intense. )
giftofarthas took me down into Searing Gorge for the first time today, and I decided to abuse the screencap key.( Very image intense. )
