As always…with more to come

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June 2nd
Dear Journal,
My heart truly does go out to Dawnglory and all the grief that he is going through since his woman and his children are still missing.  I have done everything that I can to help him and we’re all coming up empty handed and my worry is that they might be lost forever, who knows?  I know that I am watching him spiral down as he just worries himself to death, literally.
Poor fellow has always been a bit of a womanizer and I never did think that he would ever get to the point to where he would be able to settle down and have a family, however, once he met that little redheaded girl from Northrend, he was smitten and he is truly in love with her.  I have never seen anyone change as drastically as he did.   He has never been one to do things in moderation and I guess that he had to go completely to the extreme with his love for this woman and his children are beautiful – as handsome as their parents.  Poor fellow is looking a bit worn these days and I told him I would take care of things for him with the business and try to get Zippie kicked up to peak with bonuses being offered for information about Romy and the children.
Thank the Light, Amyn and I are doing okay and we can slip away together now and again, even with all the demons running amuck on the Shore.  At least we can steal some time alone.  Kaldor had to follow his parents up here to the Isles as well and one would think that he could have avoided it a little longer or at least until he got things finalized with Kae.   Ah well, it seems like we are always going to have to take those stolen moments as a norm for us, it’s always been that way.
I know I had my hands full for a while with Amyn and the children for a while because they were all grieving for the loss of Varian Wrynn.  I know that we lost our Warchief and now we have the Banshee Queen as the new leader for the Horde.  What a crazy mixed up world this is.   I’ll have to admit that I did have a great deal of respect for the Wolf and his people will miss him greatly.  His son, Anduin, does show some promise if his advisors lead him in the right direction.  Poor kid, both parents are gone now and the only people he has close to him are not family.  Hopefully, Jania Proudmore is not anywhere nearby with her mental instability.
I sure wish that my sons were a bit more adept at doing some of the things that might serve them in the future – my step-sons are a handful and their Mother, Amyn, really has her hands full with them most of the time, however, they are old enough to help her with her part of the business in Stormwind.  I can’t recall if Kaldor and Vashlan were that much of a handful.   Well, Vash always seemed to be the one that was a bit Sindorei than his Kaldorei blood would admit, poor kid is as much as a clothes horse as I am and maybe a bit more with all the robes that he has purchased.  Amyn is very aware that he is still out chasing skirts and hopes that he will settle down soon – I guess he is taking after his Dad which really kind of embarrasses me somewhat because I can see a lot of myself in him.
Well, I suppose I should stop prattling here for a while and try to get back to writing in my journal a bit more so that I can gather my thoughts and get my mind off the Legion for a while.
Fnar Morningstar

February 8th – Ponderings

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February 8th

 

Dear Journal,

Whew!  I think I have finally gotten the stench of Fel out of my hair and now I’m cleaning my armor of the debris that I always seem to pick up these days.  Luckily, the Fel isn’t as acidic as I’ve discovered in other areas that will slowly corrode the armor and cause it to become somewhat weak at certain points.  I think that Amyn and I both need to start considering getting some replacement armor soon because we’re starting to look a bit more battle worn than usual.  The only good thing about the Broken Isles has been the fact that we can spend time together without people being any wiser – who cares what a Sentinel and Ranger are doing if you have demons breathing down your neck every time you leave your Hall?  It does remind me of the time we spent in Outland all those years ago, when we would venture out together to get things done for the company – it was fun back then, now, it’s just another chore added to our list of things that we must get completed in a timely manner.  I’ve been involved in some messy campaigns in the past, however, with the Legion invading while we were doing our duty in Draenor has stretched my loyalty to the limit. I know that Amyn and I laughed at the fact that we’re just getting too damned old for this stuff, however, we do it for our people and for our children.

Of course, we’re still very discreet when we are in public because one never knows if one might have caused someone some concern with how friendly we appear to be, considering the factions are still miles apart in what they believe is the way to live.  At least we’re not trapped in Draenor anymore with a Garrison full of people that would be all too happy to cause issues for their commanders.  Oh, we still remember all too well how much we both enjoyed some of the more secluded places in Shadowmoon with clear sparkling water with shelter from the weather.  We’re keeping out home in Halfhill like we normally do and enjoy going back there frequently these days.

I enjoyed my time in Draenor for the most part because I could see my wife and our son, Kal, almost as much as I wanted but my heart still goes out to the people that couldn’t ever seem to get the leaves they needed to return to Azeroth.   I know that Draenor cost Dawnglory more than anyone would ever imagine and I hope that he will be able to endure the pain that it has caused him – to lose your woman and your children while you’re off doing your duty must be the worst feeling a man could ever have.  I know that he is extremely lonely and, at times, bitter for the loss even though he tries to keep that hidden.  He is still looking for them too.  He still has transferred to the Broken Isles yet and I think that that is probably for the best because I know how he gets when he is grieving about something.   He tends to take his frustrations out with wild daring actions which will eventually get him killed.

I know that I am really kind of happy that Amyn and I seem to have more time together these days although I will admit that I miss the boys quite a bit.  We’ve talked about setting up some time for the whole family to meet at the house in Nagrand Continue reading

Plans For The Future…

 

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November 17th

 

Dear Journal,

It feels much better to me having my freedom restored to where I can travel between Draenor and Azeroth.  Luckily for me, I have most of my people trained to the point that the Garrison can pretty much run itself – however, if hostilities start developing, I will be sent for regardless of where I am.  Poor little Zippie has her hands full keeping things running with the company and now she must be my personal messenger if needed or at least know where to reach me.

I am still adjusting to fighting demons again on Azeroth and adjusting to the new command of the Horde.  It does make me wonder sometimes if things are going to run smoothly with our new Warchief because her history does not bode well for future peace. I know some of the things that she has done didn’t sit well with the rest of the Horde and I know that her people are sometimes a bit hard to deal with, however, she is the one that seems to go her own way regardless of how others feel about things.

Poor Vol’jin said that he was given a sign as to whom should be the next Warchief and I sometimes wonder if his vision wasn’t tampered with by the poisons of his wounds.   His faith in his LOA and his endurance through past injuries and near-death at the hands of assassins, was a remarkable feat for any man, however, it does give you pause to wonder about his mental state there at the end.  Could he have just handed us over to another insane power-monger like Garrosh turned out to be?  I know that I feel like the Dark Lady is much more dangerous than Garrosh ever thought about being, at least you had some idea of where his mind was going.  The Lady is a mystery in so many ways.

I know that some of the things that I write about in my journals could be considered treasonous in so many ways, however, I make sure that things are hidden away where prying eyes will not find them too readily.  There are times that I truly miss Agatha and the way that she would always take care of things for me at the house in Silvermoon.  There are other things that I am missing about her too – we did indeed have a special relationship that had lasted for many years.

Oh, Agatha is still in my employ and is still at the main house in Silvermoon, however, I haven’t had time to go visit with the people there just yet.  I was too busy rebuilding my relationship with my wife and getting used to being able to see her in Nagrand and Shattrath like old times.   We have discussed trying to buy the house back in Dalaran and I think we would both be happier if we had that property again even though it would take a lot of work to get it restored back to what it was when I originally had it.   I know that it will be a foolish expense with the politics being what they are, however, it was the first home that I ever owned and I worked very hard to achieve that status symbol and to open Morningstar Enterprises.

At least now that we are not in Draenor all the time, I can finally go back to having some privacy and a bed of my own to sleep in without having to prowl around and find one that didn’t look like it had been used recently or “borrowing” someone’s residence to set up shop for a few days.

I know that I am happy that I can move around Azeroth freely again.  Draenor was different and the people there were happy that we had come to help them after all the trouble that Garrosh had stirred up, however, I know that some of them won’t be joining us to fight the Legion, which makes me sad.  I had hope that some of the people would feel the need to join us, however, I understand that they are still rebuilding from the past tribulations that visited their home world.

I honestly don’t know about the other people; however, it does seem like the demons are bigger and stronger than the ones that we have fought in the past.  Maybe it is because I am older and somewhat wiser in my strategy than I was when I was a young hot-headed Ranger.  I know that the Fel stench takes days to get out of my nostrils and quite a few trips to the bath to get it out of my skin and hair – that smell is like none-other.  I can see that it disorients some of newer recruits sometimes and they are constantly fighting against the fright of seeing these beings that they have only heard tales of before.  Sure, I’ll admit that I get a bit frightened sometimes too because it seems like a never-ending cycle and the demons keep coming.

 

Fnor Morningstar

 

I Hate To Admit When I Am Right…

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October 3rd

 

Dear Journal,

I am sitting here in my garrison in Draenor after spending a great deal of time in the battle with the demons in the Broken Isles.  I keep shaking my head because I had this gut feeling that something horrendous was going to happen at home while we were away assisting the people of Draenor.  I even mentioned more than once at our meetings that we were forced to attend – no one seemed to think that anything was going to happen at home.  Well, here we are, up to our necks in demons yet again.

The whole time we were fighting demons in Tanaan, didn’t anyone think that someone on the side of the Legion might realize that we had left our homes unguarded while we attended to Draenor.  Of course, I was considered an “old soldier” and that my gut feelings were just that and nothing more – I felt vindicated somewhat when all Hell broke loose, however, that didn’t make me feel better about being right.

These demons are somewhat different, bigger, stronger and definitely more decidedly vicious.  Of course, their leaders have had more time to study us and get their strategy in order.  Being the foolish mortals that we are, we thought that after beating them once and forcing them back into the nether that we were finished with them – silly people.  Oh well, at least I know that I will never suffer the fate of growing old and dying in bed – I will probably die as I have lived.

I know that my thoughts and dreams of having a peaceful Azeroth are pretty much dashed.  I had hoped that once we finished the cleanup here in Draenor that I would be able to head to my home in our Nagrand in Outland with Amyn where we could retire in comfort and peace.  Well, that could still happen if I chose to leave the Horde, lose everything that I own and everything that I have worked for my entire life.

Oh, we had a peaceful time there for a while when we still had the house in Dalaran and our family could live a somewhat normal life even with the faction differences.  Things were peaceful and we could enjoy our family and friends until the event with Theramore happened and Jainia Proudmore went on her rampage.

I still laugh at the memories I have of my life in Dalaran.  Oh, the joys we had there – the friends that are now gone – the parties and the warmth of having a home with my wife and our sons.  I know that some of those people are no longer with us, however, that doesn’t mean I can’t have my memories to cling to for the better times that we all had together.  I also remember the things that happened that weren’t quite so nice and the lifestyle that I used to live that caused so much pain to my family and my beloved wife.  I was trying so hard to live a double life where my Sindorei friends could accept things and in turn, was hurting my wife and sons beyond belief.  Such a selfish man I was back then until I learned what I wanted had always been there with Amyn and the boys.    It was a hard lesson to learn, however, I value what I have now more than anyone could realize.

Your lessons in life can sometimes have a horrible cost attached to them, however, once they are learned, you never repeat the same fallacy again if you’re even remotely intelligent.

I apologize, my mind is wandering quite a bit this morning and that has to do with the fact that I am bone weary and I can’t get the stench of the burnt Fel out of my nostrils.   The stench of burnt Fel and the stench of demon blood is not a combination that will increase your love of battle.  At least with all of this happening back on Azeroth, we are free to travel from Draenor to Azeroth as needed – finally.

Fnor Morningstar

 

Life In Draenor … And Beyhond

 

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March 13th

 

Dear Journal,

 

I am extremely lucky to be one of the few men that has their wife here in Draenor.  I know that some of my comrades in arms would be astounded that my wife is a Kaldorei, however, it was a choice that I made quite a few years ago and have lived this double life for more years than I care to think about.  It doesn’t matter, at least she is here and we’re not separated by these damned travel restrictions that the Horde leadership seems to be planning on enforcing indefinitely.

 

I know that I have heard that our business in Orgrimmar is booming and Zippie is already asking for more help to keep things organized there as well as in Silvermoon and Shattrath City – our Shattrath, not this facsimile here in Draenor. I don’t think that I can recall so many contracts from the Council for deserters in Azeroth before either – can’t say that I blame them all that much other than what the penalties are going to be for some of them.  Poor buggers paid a small fortune to some mage to get them out of Draenor or possibly some warlock that came out of hiding long enough to have them summoned to Azeroth, at what cost of their souls, I’ve no clue.  At least Zippie sends me the more serious cases before giving them out to our employees and contract workers – some of them have a lot more political connotations than I’d like for some of our people to work on.  We all know what a slippery slope politics can be.

 

One thing that I will have to admit is that I do enjoy going to Shadowmoon Valley to visit with Amyn for several reasons.  I get visit with my loving wife and I get to thaw my bones out.  Why is it that the Horde feels the need to make everything for Orcs and the esthetics are left in the wind for the other races.  I know that every building in my garrison is definitely drafty and gives the impression of being just stone, iron and a little mud hut thrown in for flavor.  The Alliance folks are at least given places that are or seem to be more civilized in appearance than ours are.  Oh well, this is the way that it has always been and I suppose will always be.  I know my garrison reminds me of Northrend in the old days.  Snow and ice with the wind thrown in for fun, I suppose.  I never liked being out of Dalaran all that much in the old days either – I do miss my home there something terrible sometimes and I try not to dwell on all of the things that happened to change our relationships there.

 

Well, I thought I was going to have a quiet morning and be able to get a few personal things done here in Frostfire, however, it appears as though I have other duties that need my attention and that thwarts my relaxation.  Even Pan is grumbling about it because he was getting all snuggled down in some furs and was snoring away.  Ah well, off we go and I’ll try to get my thoughts written down another day.

 

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

Draenor…Almost A Year…

 

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November 10th

Dear Journal,

I will have to admit that I think that I am getting too old for this kind of duty these days.  Draenor has definitely left me feeling more than a little bit bitter with the way that we seem to be isolated from most of the things that we have taken for granted most of our lives.  Here and now, those things are definitely out of our reach if we don’t have the “special” permission granted to a select few people. I miss the liberties that I have had in the past and the ability to take care of things other than my military service.  Oh well, one can only hope that this will end sometime in the near future.

I can say that I am one of the lucky ones here because my wife is here although the circumstances are a bit odd considering that she is not a member of the Horde, however, not a whole lot of people know a lot about my private life and never have nor will in the future.

My heart truly does go out to Dawnglory, the poor man is just miserable here in Draenor and he is in the same boat as myself – we’ve been given command of garrisons that neither one of us wanted to begin with as well as having our travel restricted.  Dawnglory’s woman was pregnant with their second child when he left and he is really getting concerned that the child will be born before he ever gets to go home again.  At least he seems to be getting his mail from her on a regular basis, however, that’s not the same as being with someone that you love, that is one thing that I am very familiar with.  I still miss my friends and family that aren’t here in Draenor and I truly miss the comforts of my home.

I know that I haven’t been the best commander in Draenor because it’s not something that I am accustomed too.  I have always commanded Rangers and I know the criteria for that, however, managing and implementing things for an entire garrison has been more of a headache than even I thought it could be.  I have my own business and I think that I can handle that a whole lot better than I can my garrison because I can delegate things to my employees and know that they will get the tasks done, however, with this garrison detail – I have to constantly be present and constantly checking to make sure that everything is being done correctly.  It’s more of being a parent to a bunch of unruly children than it is to be leading a compliment of military people.

I can’t believe that we have been in Draenor for the better part of the year and it seems as though it is never-ending some days.  I know that my higher ups are probably wondering why they aren’t getting the monthly request for leave away from my command these days, however, I don’t think that it would behoove me to rock the boat with Amyn already here in Draenor, although I would dearly love to see my children and the rest of my family that are still in Azeroth.

I thought that things were bad enough with being in command of the garrison and now they have added in a shipyard for me to attend too as well.   My knowledge of things nautical is very limited and I have to think that someone made a serious mistake with dumping that responsibility in my lap.  My knowledge of ships and how to do the tactical battles  for them is so limited that each time I send out a ship, my heart is just pounding and I just hope the crews and ships return safely.

I know that I have been going with my patrols into the Tanaan Jungle in the last couple of months and the further we scout into the area, the more concerned that I am.  There is something seriously amiss in that area and reminds me too much of the experiences that we had to deal with in Outland all those years ago.    I know that the stench of Fel magic is very strong in that area and as a Blood Elf, I always feel as if I am stepping back in time when our race was ravaged with the severe addiction that almost did us in.  I have to remind myself constantly that once you’re addicted, you’re always addicted and you have to be aware of the fact or you might fall into that trap again.

I don’t know how some of my people are handling the constant exposure to the magic in Tanaan because I know how it affects me.  Do our commanders realize what they are doing with their troops by bringing us back into contact with such things?  Demons, I don’t think that I have seen as many demons running amuck since I left Outland and it concerns me.  Will these things follow us back to Azeroth when we return, are we going to have to repel another invasions of these horrid things?    I think that I have valid questions and concerns and I have yet to get an answer from those people sitting on their backsides in Orgrimmar.

Oh well, enough of my grumbling and negative thoughts, I need to get up and try to get my mind going in a more positive direction.  I have patrols to send out as well as doing some scouting of my own.  Maybe I will take some time to do some hunting with Pan today and do some fishing – just the two of us like we used to do before we came to Draenor.

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

 

 

Time Is Standing Still…

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August 8th

Dear Journal,

I feel as if I can’t awaken myself from a dream and that time is currently standing still for me.  Oh, I can move around and go about my daily duties and do all of the things that are expected of me, however, there is no feeling of time progressing, it’s as if we’re all stuck on a treadmill and will be doing the same tasks into eternity.  Rather depressing when you stop and think about it, however, that’s how I feel currently.

I know that I was absolutely delighted and thrilled that my wife had made the journey to Draenor and I knew roughly where she was and we have actually a way of staying in touch with one another with no one being the wiser.  Of course, it does require a bit more danger and more travel time for me, however, just to know that she is here is enough to make my heart lighten a bit – the loneliness has been the worst I’ve ever experienced.  Could be that my age is finally catching up with me or that I am finally getting to the point that I only want one particular woman in my life.

I know that my son is probably pretty happy that his Mother is here even if that means she is going to be scrutinizing his relationship endlessly and making her thoughts known as only Amyn can.  Poor Kal, I know that he is playing coy and not wanting to make a full commitment with Kae just yet, however, I know that Amyn wants him to settle down as a good Kaldorei should – however, the poor kid has a lot of Sindorei  blood in him, which might make that rather difficult for a while longer.  I wonder how many times Kal and I both have heard Amyn say “You’re just like your Father!”  when she is displeased with something that Kal has done.  Ah well, Kal has proven to me that he is his own man and that he will know when he wants to do certain things in his life.  I know that he has no trouble making a commitment when it comes to doing his duty, it’s his personal commitments that seem to be the ones that he is hesitant in doing – some things are for “life” and some things change.  Kal is still a fairly young man and I would hate to see him make a commitment to something if he is not ready for it – Amyn and I have had some rather heated arguments  about this and from our own history, she needs to realize what is involved.

I know that I have actually kind of fallen in love with the atmosphere and the appearance of Shadowmoon Valley and would like to spend more time in the area with Amyn, however, there are so many Kaldorei there that it would be rather difficult to pull that off for an extended period of time.  I know that the people under my own command are always curious as to why I like to patrol Shadowmoon on my own rather than taking a company with me – I have taken a bodyguard with me occasionally, however, that has been a rarity.

I know taking the trip from the harshness of the weather presented in my Garrison to Shadowmoon Valley is definitely almost dreamlike in quality.  Frostfire is always letting me know that it is Horde way of life, the in your face cold, the weather going from freezing cold to blizzard conditions in the blink of an eye – it’s reminds me too much of the time I spent in Northrend chasing the scourge down.

 

I wonder how much longer we will be in Draenor?  I just get the feelings in my gut that we should be paying closer attention to what is going on at home because we have too many of our troops stationed here.  My mind and my heart keep telling me that I should be in Azeroth and not here pushing paperwork around like some clerk.

Fnor Morningstar