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

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