Mending Fences and more…


September 28th

 

Dear Journal,

I am sitting here quite amused and actually still kind of chuckling while I sit here at my workbench working on some of the jewelry I want to sell when I go back to Orgrimmar.  One thing that Felaran has taught me that I don’t think I will ever for is to teach me how to have a real sense of humor about some of the craziest things.

Okay, I know that Felaran and Faendra have been on the outs for a while due to all of the stuff that Faendra has chosen to do to almost completely burn the bridges with her family, however, they are still sisters by blood even if Felaran is a Death Knight, they are still related whether Faendra wants to admit to it or not is her problem.   I’ve watched these two dance around and take verbal shots at one another for the last few months whenever we meet and I just jokingly said that we ought to have Faendra over for dinner at the farm, you know, just to mend the fences a bit and to ease the tension in the family a little bit.

We all know and agree that Felaran is not real domestic when it comes to cooking and while we can eat the stuff, we’re dead and it won’t kill us, I’m not so sure that the living are quite ready for some of her dishes.  I had planned on cooking the meal and making sure that the food was at least eatable because I’m a better cook than Fel is anyway, bless her frozen heart.  No, no and no, Felaran was not going to hear anything of it, she was planning on cooking the meal herself and I think that that her intentions were honorable even if she willingly admits that she is no cook.   I am glad that we’re not using Felaran’s cooking as any kind of diplomatic message that we’d like to send to Warchief, we might never be able to go into Orgrimmar again.

Anyway, I did make the suggestion that she make up her menu before the dinner was planned and at least do a run through with it to make sure that she was pleased with the end results.  She still has to to coerce her sister into coming to dinner before we get too carried away though.  If they can stop hissing at one another long enough to get in a civil conversation, we might have a dinner party in the near future.

I know that I have probably said this before when I was writing but I will say it again.  I am extremely happy that I met Felaran and she has taught me how to enjoy this unlife with the living.  If it weren’t for her, I would probably be my old silent self and mopping about the changes in my life.  I’ve never been angry about it, just a bit peeved that my life had been cut short and I think I might have been enjoying myself as a Ranger too.  There are times that I yearn to hold a bow in my hands and feel that magic when you release the arrow for a true shot.   Oh well, those days are long past and I know that I will never pass that way again but it is one of the few memories that I have of the past that truly pleases me to some level.

Since the magistrates in Silvermoon have refused to allow us to be married in the true sense, Fel and I have done the next best thing.  We went to one of the temples here in Pandaria, explained our plight to the monk that we met inside and he performed a ritual of some kind that we’re not quite sure what it was but at the end he did say that he pronounced us man and wife.   So, Silvermoon may not recognize it but we do and that’s all that matters and maybe one day the bureaucrats will get their heads out of their rectal orifices to realize that we may be unliving, however, we are still people that should count in their little society.   So, Felaran is really Felaran Ravencrest, however, she is going to keep using her maiden name, which is really fine with me. It doesn’t matter to me which name she uses as long as she continues to be happy with me.

We were going to take some time away from the farm and decided at the last minute that we can put that off for a while because we both have a lot of contracts that are due in and we would much rather have the money at this point so that we can finish up with a few things on the farm at Halfhill.

 

Ty Ravencrest

New Beginnings To A New Life…


*Introducing a new character to add to my continuously growing army of alts.*

 

September 20th

Dear Journal,

I suppose I ought to start this out by saying that my name is Taleonis Nightshade and I am a Kaldorei Death Knight.  Not much to add to that other than the fact that my memories are of a more recent time when I was in service to the Lich King, anything prior to that time is lost to me.

It is hard to know what it was that I was prior to being released from the Lich King’s grasp, however, I know that there had to be more to me as a man than the killing machine that I became.  I remember some of the things that I have done and I do weep with remorse and shame because it was not something that I know I would have done if my humanity had been left intact.  Such cruel things we did and such awful things that we endured under the guidance of the Lich.

I have gone back to Darnassus and I do wander the streets and avenues there feeling at least somewhat at home.  Getting back with one’s own kind I think is probably the best thing that I could have done.  Oh yes, I was welcomed in Stormwind and I know that I could have stayed there for an indefinite period of time, however, I yearned to return to my homeland.

No, I didn’t go back to Darnassus to find my family, I know that I must have had one at some point, at least parents.  I wanted to go back to where my familial roots might be in order to gain some kind of inner peace from the life that I had led as solider in the Lick King’s service.  I know that I must have had friends that might recognize me, however, I do know that sometimes people are still definitely afraid of my kind because some of us haven’t learned how to control themselves when they are amongst the living – some of the newer Death Knights never finished the training required and are at a loss as to what it is that they are supposed to do – some have memories of families and some are like myself, their past is a clean slate.

One of the things that I have discovered about myself is that I must have been a tailor and enchanter before my change because I take great joy in making garments, I enjoy handling the cloth and being able to create something that is actually beautiful.  Naturally, my hands have been roughened and calloused over the years by handing a sword and they sometimes are too coarse to handle some of the more delicate fabrics.  I have learned a few tricks too, wearing gloves sometimes will enable me to handle some of the more delicate bolts of silk.  One of the things that I think amuses some of my friends is that I can go on for hours about the different types of cloth and don’t even get me started on brocades.

So far I have enjoyed giving service to the King and the Alliance and I have felt more at ease the more I force myself to interact with the living. I know that I will never be the man that I was before the change, however, that doesn’t mean that I will remain as I once was before my freedom was given back to me.  At least now I have the ability to make choices and my thoughts are my own and not some voice in my mind giving me directions as to what I will be doing.

I don’t think that the living could possibly understand what that control was like.  Every conscious moment that you had, there was that nagging feeling that there was someone else with you, the voice would speak up and you had orders that had to be followed as directed because if they weren’t, there were dire circumstances that would befall you.  The punishments handed out to some of us in Archerus were severe enough to where some us never truly recovered from them.

“All that I am:  Anger, Cruelty, Vengeance – I bestow upon you, my chosen knight.  I have granted you immortality so that you may herald in a new dark age for the Scourge.”    These were the first words that I can remember from the Lich King as he stood upon the platform overlooking the Plaguelands – I know that there was no bewilderment for me then, it was as it should be.   However, with the change of power and the loss of that direction, I willingly admit that I wandered around for quite some time with bewilderment and that feeling of being lost as my constant companions.  No, I’m not angry or filled with shame for what I have become, I will continue to live with the living and make my way in this new order.

I can understand why some of the living hate my kind.  We were creations of war, that is all that we were, we fought, we killed and kept doing that until our release.  I know that there are things that I have done that I am not proud of and wish that I could go back and change them, however, it is something that I have come to accept as a part of my “past”.  However, even with the release from the Lich King, we were not released from the control of our Rune Blades, our very lives depend on how well we can manage that hunger that grows with that blade.  At least I know how and when I need to go out and satiate that hunger, some of us have allowed it to drive them over the edge of sanity into madness – those Death Knights were hunted down and destroyed.  Oh yes, we can be killed, we’re not indestructible entities as some would like to believe.   We can be injured, we can suffer some amount of pain, however, we are supposedly immortal.

There are times that I sometimes wish that I knew about the man that I was and I know that in time I may find some of the answers to the questions that I have asked myself.  I know that some people probably think that it’s rather odd for a Death Knight to still follow the teachings of Elune – I know that I do and it gives me a certain peace that I can find in no other place.  There are times that I feel as if my soul is starting to break free from the changes that were made to me and might be finding its way back to the Light.  My question in that regard is if my soul were to return to this body, would this body complete the final death to set that soul free?

Ah, yes, my mind does tend to ramble and yes, I do get to be rather philosophical at times, however, that is a part of who I am now.  I know that there are times that I wish that I could plan things for the future, that I could age the way that the living do and know when my time on this plane is drawing to an end.   I know that one of the cruelest things that was done to the Death Knights is our inability to function in a normal way – I mean, my mind knows what it was like to be with a woman, however, this body of mine cannot take that pleasure like a normal mortal can.   I know that I can still be drawn to a beautiful woman and I can still do all of the things that living man can do with the exception of the more intimate things.  I would like to build a relationship with someone some day, I may never have children, however, that does not keep me from wanting to know that someone cares for me and that I can still care for them.  My body may be dead, however, my emotions are alive and well – I can care for things and yearn for those feelings to be reciprocated in like kind.

My, my, I did get a bit carried away here and it appears to be very long winded, however, it is only for my eyes to read and a way for me to try to track my memories  in the future.  I know that if I were a betting man, I used to write like this when I was alive.  I also get the feeling that one point I may have been that tailor or I may have been a hunter or something of that nature – my emotions do get jumbled up when I try to remember things too much.  Ah well, I am going to stop writing for now because I know that there will be plenty of other things to write about in the future.  I have traveled much since my release from the Lich King and have been too many lands including Pandaria – so many things that I could write about and so many stories I’m sure that I could tell.

Taleonis Nightshade

 

 

Still Hidden…


September 19th

Dear Journal,

It really has been a long time since I have written in my journal, however, it is only because I have been too busy with my life to take the time to actually sit down and write about it.  So much studying, so much traveling and finally, a place where I can take a little respite.

The last time I wrote, I was still in Fairbreeze Village and getting used to doing things on my own again.  Not much to say other than the family disavowing my existence and disowning me is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.  Of course, at the time, being a younger man, it was rather difficult to realize that there is no going home again, at least not for me.

My practices as a warlock were too much for my family to bear.  The shame, I suppose, for their only son to become something unacceptable by today’s society in Silvermoon was more than they could bear.  My Father was the one that didn’t want to have anything to do with me once he discovered that I was not truly the mage that he thought that I was after spending all of that time and money for me to attend school in Silvermoon proper.

Ah well, I always had leaned towards the darker arts due to the fact that I had discovered some of my Grandfather’s books in the attic and I started learning from them.  My Grandfather was one of those closeted warlocks, one that knew that it was certain death and ruin if his true magic was ever revealed.  I don’t think that anyone ever really found him out other than his family and they must have been scurrying frantically to keep that fact from coming out into the light of day.  Where did they think that all of that money came from – no mage could have earned that much wealth in a short amount of time. I’m not sure exactly what the fellow did, however, it did fill the coffers quite well for the rest of the family to live on even purchasing a very old title to go along with it.  Odd how those things can be bought sometimes and odd how no one ever seems to question that.

In the last year I have gone from being fairly penniless when I was removed from the family, by their choice, to being fairly wealthy in my own right.  I have traveled far and wide across this great world and I have found everything that I ever wanted.  I have a freedom that few have, no familial obligations and no social amours that have kept me bound to this plane.    Money never really has been a problem for me because I can get by on very little, however, my magic has helped me to gain a certain edge on how I can earn that commodity.  I won’t go into great detail on what it is that I have done because I can assure you that a lot of it was highly illegal.

I have made my way from the Eastern Kingdom through Kalimdor to this great new land of Pandaria.  I think that I have finally found the place where I can feel very comfortable with my art and I can keep on learning.  I have always had a healthy appetite for learning and growing at an amazing rate with that knowledge.   Of course, I am still one of those warlocks that likes to keep my dark arts a secret in order to maintain a certain amount of normalcy as well being more socially acceptable to those that have a different view of life.  It’s much easier to do in Pandaria because everyone is too busy trying to survive to try to pry into anyone’s background for the most part.

I went through the rebellion in Kalimdor unscathed other than a few wild chases through the streets of Orgrimmar in the actual battling to overthrow that fool of a Warchief.  No one seemed to notice that the mild mannered “mage” was something other than just that because in the heat of battle, all you truly care about is living through the ordeal and coming out on the other side of victory.  I will admit that there were some awkward times when I was asked to “heal” someone and I was unable to do so – no one seemed to notice that my ability in that area was less than stellar.

I will have to admit that in the last year I have become more powerful, with each move forward into this dark magic, I have learned that that power can be almost as addicting as the Fel itself.  I have learned how to call forth several demons from the Nether and have tamed them rather easily considering that I had no true formal training in that area – I have learned quite a bit from some of my friends that are as secretive about their true calling as I am.   Oh, I have had some harrowing experiences as I traveled through Outland, the magic there can be a bit tricky with the different types of magic blending into the surrounding areas – all that broken world and all that magic that you only need to call upon – you learn very quickly how to survive that fluctuations in the atmosphere.

As I wander around in Pandaria I have seen several warlocks that think nothing of the fact that their demons are exposed to others and that they “known” dark magic dealers.  I guess I am too steeped in the past history of warlocks to want to run that risk and be ostracized from the friends that I have made that are  of the non-magic variety.   Who knows if history will eventually repeat itself and warlocks will be hunted again as they were years ago in Silvermoon?  I will continue to keep my secret and continue to use my Sindorei charm and good looks to make my way.

I know that I have been able to finally translate some of the secrets of my Grandfather’s journals that I took from my home in Silvermoon before I was driven away and I have found out a great deal about how my society works in regard to magic.  It’s the dirty little secret that no one wants to get out.  It is totally acceptable to become a mage, a wielder of magic, however, leaning towards the dark arts is definitely still pretty much forbidden – why?   Fear of the unknown, perhaps, has shaped the way that people in the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor deal with us – Outland is a different place, a different time and definitely has a bit more freedom for my kind.

I will continue to wander around in this great land gather my herbs, my knowledge of magic and making my potions in order to make a living.  No one questions me as to how I have gained my wealth and if they did, I am sure that they would think that I have some deep dark secrets as to how it came to pass – I do, however, they shall remain hidden and the bodies will never be found.

If the rumors are true and they come to fact, who knows where I will be by this next time year.  Another battle, another place and possibly more power to be wielded for my own pleasure?  I will continue to do my research and continue to survive.

Solerin Dawnshadow

The Seasons Are Changing


September 15

Dear Journal,

Kae and I went to the Wayfarer’s Festival last night in Krasarang and had a great time even if we did get soaked to the skin. I can’t believe how much it was raining and what had been a warm day turned into a rather chilly and wet evening for the both of us. I know that we have always laughed about the fact that it rains more in Krasarang than any other place in Pandaria, however, last night I swear it the rain even followed us home.  At least we didn’t have to deal with the lightning even if we did have to deal with some drunken Horde there at the beach.

I know that my Father is Sindorei, however, he has always conducted himself as a gentleman around Kae or any other woman for that matter.  I know that last night some drunken Sindorei was constantly trying to flirt with Kae even if he didn’t realize that she could understand most of what he was saying and I could tell by the set of her mouth that we needed to move away from him or something before she dropped her bow off of her back and just shot him.  He had no clue that we both understood his language and I will have to admit that I was pleased as can be when I finally gave him a retort that he wasn’t expecting.  I told him in his own tongue what I would do to his mother and his sister if and when I ever happened to meet them.  I think he blushed to the tips of his ears and I could tell that he was more than shocked and angry when I saw the tears welling up in his eyes.   Didn’t mean to hurt his little feelings, however, I didn’t want him to think that he was getting away with insulting my woman either.

We both enjoyed the music and the drinking as well as some of the food that we had brought along for the occasion.  We ended up sharing that food with some complete strangers, which was kind of nice and different.  They weren’t Sentinels and they weren’t Scouts, just other people that were members of the Alliance.  I think that we may have made some new friends and we exchanged our information as to where we lived and so on.  It was really a very peaceful social event that I think that Kae and I actually needed because I think we have both been working too hard on the farm and trying to keep things going at an even pace.

I know that when I woke up this morning and started the coffee that it occurred to me that I actually needed to go put on a robe because the air was rather brisk and there was a certain chill in the air.  Naturally, I did warm up the place a little bit by lighting the stove while Kae seemed to snuggle down deeper into the furs on the bed.  Lazy woman, not really, I know that I will probably take some time to get in a nap today too because I am tired.

After we got home last night, the first thing we both did was to take a nice hot bath and then headed to bed to snuggle up under the furs to get rid of that chilled to the bone feeling from all of the rain and the ride back home.  I’ll admit that I had some trouble waking up this morning too because I think I could have slept my entire life away.

With the chill in the air this morning, this is the first real hint that we’ve had that we’re winding down out of this nice long Summer season and we’re getting into the beginning of Fall.  Yes, the days have gotten a tad bit shorter, however, the air is what tells me that we’re heading into the cooler seasons.   I know that it has been a great Summer and we’ve gotten a lot of work done on the farm along with filling our contracts so that we have some extra money saved up for a few things that we are planning on doing this Winter.  Well, one of the things that I am looking forward too is taking some time off and finally go exploring outside of Pandaria, like maybe even Northrend.

 

Kaldor Shadowmoon

 

 

A New Traveler In Pandaria …


September 14th

Dear Journal,

After many months of working and studying until I thought that I might go blind from just the reading and my body was going to give up its spirit due to the rigors of the physical training that go along with the faith, I made my escape from Thunder Bluff to Pandaria.  I don’t think that I was any more surprised than the rest of the family when I finally caught the ship and off I went to start my new life and adventures in  Pandaria as a Light Walker.  Who knew that the very first assignment that I would get would be to go to this brave new land that my family seems so enamored of.

I know that I am not completely done with my training and will be returning home periodically for further study, however, to get away from Thunder Bluff and to be able to see my family again was the one thing that had me very excited.  Oh sure, I am used to the climes of Kalimdor and I actually made a quick trip to Dalaran a long time ago with Mom and a friend.  Let’s just say that I have traveled a bit in Kalimdor, however, I have tended to stay in Mulgore most of the time.  Let’s just say that I had no uncontrollable yearning to get out and explore every single area of Kalimdor.

From what I have seen of Pandaria so far, I like it a lot, it’s green, there is a certain amount of danger lurking in the shadows, however, I have run into the “in your face” variety just yet.  No, I haven’t told the family that I am Pandaria yet because I want to surprise them.  I have a map of where they are, unfortunately, it doesn’t tell me exactly where I am since the landmarks seem a bit off.  I think it will take me several days to reach Halfhill.

No, I am not traveling completely alone because I was able to group up with a bunch of other people that were on the boat and even if they are military, I’m not.  I’ll just stay with due to the safety in numbers thing when you’re in a strange place where there are still conflicts going on with some of the locals as well as the Alliance making their presence known from time to time.  Yes, I know how to fight because that was a part of my training, however, it is not something that I would like to do for a living as some of these folks are.  There are Goblins, Orcs, a few other Tauren that aren’t of my tribe and a few Blood Elf Rangers traveling together.  It’s a mixed bag of humanity, however, we seem to have the same goal involved of making it to Halfhill.  We may lose the Rangers part of the way there because they are reporting for duty, however, the goblins, Tauren and I will be continuing on to the Valley of Four Winds.

I can see why my Mother and brothers like the area so much because it is just teeming with life and plants that would make someone like my Mother extremely happy.  I know it could be extremely difficult for someone that was raised in the city to step out here and survive for very long though because this is not a place where you can let your guard down because there are beasts aplenty.

Coming to Pandaria was kind of a surprise for me because initially I had been assigned by the Order to go into Hellfire Peninsula and travel through Outland with the my brethren.  In some ways it was a military action and some ways not – we were there to give support to the troops that were already stationed there and to give them some respite from their duties there.  I know that I was shocked to hear that some of them had been there for years – can you imagine spending your entire life in that place with all of the neither broken and spread across the land in some areas – large chunks of land floating off as if there was never a connection to make it once whole.  There was a harshness there that also was beautiful at the same time.  Would it be someplace where I might want to spend most of my life?  I don’t think so.   I had hoped to be sent to Northrend, however, that was bypassed straight to Pandaria.

I really had hoped to see Northrend after the glimpses I had of it when I was traveling to Dalaran years ago.  I was truly intrigued with it, however, that was not meant to be.  Maybe someday in the future, I will be able to make the trip there and to see the land that I have heard so much about.  It truly seems to be almost as mysterious as the this land that I am currently landing in.  However, I’m not that familiar with the history of Pandaria and what I know of Northrend is from what I was taught and from what I have heard other people talking about.

To think that we were exploring this land at the same time as the Alliance is truly a shock.  I am sorry to say that the Warlord decided that he needed to take the riches from this land and try to build up the Horde as a whole.  Not only has it been expensive in lives lost, I can see some of the damages already wrought by this person’s greed.  The only thing that I can say is that I go where my order sends me and do as our Chief, Baine, has dictated that we do while we are here.  I guess I am military and not at the same time.

I can hardly wait to see my Mother and my siblings when I get to Halfhill because I know that they will be surprised.

Tahfal Cloudhoof

Traveling Goblin…


September 4th

Dear Journal,

I think that Zippie and I will have a nice long discussion when I get back from this trip she sent me on with the contracts.  I don’t mind the money, that’s a real perk, what I do mind is the way that things just seem to be spread out from one end of Kalimdor to the other.  Go to this place to pick up this ore and then go to another place to pick up some more so that I can fill my engineering contracts.  Luckily for me, travel time is not a problem because I can just make my own portals to go back to wherever I choose.  I suppose I ought to be thankful that she doesn’t have me traipsing to Pandaria to chase down the Boss’s sister for something or other – we still haven’t collected all of the money that she promised to pay back  with interest that she borrowed before she went on her latest trip.

Right now I am spending a lot of my time in Orgrimmar with some of my buddies, which really shouldn’t please Zippie all that much because she knows how we all like to drink and sometimes just taunt the heck out of the mooks that are here in the city.  No, I’m not going to get drunk enough to go moon Garrosh again and get thrown into jail, that was not a pleasant experience and almost got my butt sent to a labor camp.

One of the bonuses for the trip has been me finding a girlfriend of sorts.  Her name Fizzap and she has beautiful blonde hair and is a goblin – can’t see me with any other kind actually.  Anyway, she and I have been spending a lot of company together here in the slums of Orgrimmar, partying and just enjoying things as they come along.  She has a great sense of humor and she really knows how to make money on her own – that’s my kind of woman.  Anyway, I don’t mind the female company because it has been a long time since I have had a girlfriend, well, not since we had to leave Kazan.  The only drawback that I can see that might get people upset with my relationship is the fact that she is a warlock.

Heck, I thought that Fizz was just another mage.  I mean she knows a lot of the same stuff that I do and she can throw her magic around just like I do only hers seems to linger quite a bit longer.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on the taint that seemed to surround things until I actually saw her transform when we were out in the Barrens together.   Could have knocked me over with a feather when that came to pass.  I’ll admit that it was a bit of a turn-off for a while, however, we talked about it and we’ve decided that we’re just not going to tell anyone what she is.  I mean it could get a bit dicey when I decide to take her back to Silvermoon with me.  You know, for all the magic that surrounds Silvermoon and the residual effects of the fel magic that seem to crop up now and again, those folks have little to no tolerance for warlocks.   I’ve seen some things that have happened to warlocks in Silvermoon and I can tell you that none of it has been pleasant or I wouldn’t think it was.

I know that it’s nice to have Fizz along with me too when I’m out traveling, she’s a much better cook than I am and she’s someone that I can talk with. I haven’t told Zippie a thing about me seeing a girl because I know that she and Dooddah both would make a trip to Orgrimmar just to check things out.  I know those two really complain to me about how much I drink and all that, however, I know that they get a bit jealous every now and then when they think I am not paying them enough attention.  They have been like that since they were little girls and they latched onto their Uncle Zednick.

Let’s see, I’ve seen enough of the Stonetalon area to last me for a while and I swear those Thunder Lizards just seem to be drawn to me like a magnet.  I’ve gotten zapped a few times and I will admit that it does get old after a while.  Of course the mining is pretty good there even with the spiders and the Alliance wandering around like they owned the place.  I have seen more humans in the last month and not as many Night Elves as I might have thought I’d see up there.  Okay, I’ve had a few run-ins with the humans out there and it wasn’t because I started it.  I know that they stomp around and think that they are all big, bad and awesome, however, they can’t keep up with a fast moving goblin mage.  I can deal with the Night Elves, however, I do wish the humans would go back to Stormwind and they can take the Worgen with them.

I know that I hate to get into a running battle with a Worgen because they have some speed on them and I can move as fast as I want, even try to sneak away from where they are.  If they are in their human form, which is bad enough, and then they are in their worgen form, well, let’s just say that they can smell me from a mile away.  I’m sending the company a bill for the two robes that I have ruined doing their contract work for them and they had better pay up. No, I didn’t get hurt, just got some cloth torn and a couple of scratches from not blinking away fast enough.

I’ve got some contracts to fill where I have to get the materials from Desolace, Feralas and the Southern Barrens.  I do wish the girl had gotten a bit more organized with stuff because I do want to go back to Silvermoon now and again.  I like hanging out with my buddies where we can talk shop all we want and compare inventions, however, there is just something that makes me feel a bit more comfortable when I am in Silvermoon.  Could be the house that we live in and I have a real bed to sleep in.

Zednick Prattfall