Same people.
Different idiots.
A living scrapbook
of our adventures.
Explore
Westfall correspondent.
He remembers what they conveniently forgot.
Observations. Conversations. Questionable wisdom.
Showing entries about towns. Show everything
Arrowyy began shopping for a homeland as if towns were hats: Auberdine for sea air, Lakeshire for its lake, Goldshire because it is Goldshire, and Loch Modan under mist because apparently weather can rescue any place from his indifference.
I put Lakeshire forward, on practical grounds. Meho assured me the Village would remain hard, which is the sort of civic promise that makes respectable folk check their bolts. Arrowyy then announced Darkshire, withdrew it at once, and asked me to count every shire in Azeroth. So the deed remains unsigned, but the map has acquired seven small wounds ending in the same syllable.
