Exploring…and the Faire

March 8th


Dear journal,

I will have to admit that I am still tired this morning and I am going to take some time to be lazy and write a few things.  I have been remiss with my journal of late, however, there are so many things to do that keep me occupied.  Making a living is my primary concern.  I still haven’t made enough money to buy an actual journal yet, so, my little pieces of parchment tied together with a piece of leather is just going to have to do.

Yesterday was one of the few days that I have taken a day away from duties to do some other things.  You know the kind of personal and mundane things and I wanted to do some exploring on my own.

I did take a boat to Darnassus early yesterday morning and was sitting there enjoying the beauty and the peace that is offered there.  You can fish without worrying about being attacked as well as just sit under a tree and allow yourself to daydream, if that is what you wish to do.

While I was in the city I met a nice gentleman from Gilneas.  As is the case with most of the people from that area, he had received the Curse and was indeed a bit worried that there didn’t seem to be a cure on the horizon.  I can understand his concerns and even sympathized with him, however, he seemed to have adapted to his situation somewhat.   We actually talked for quite some time, two people discussing this strange land. One thing that he has a hope that someday he will be able to return to what is left of his homeland and wrest it form the Forsaken, while I have no illusions of ever returning to my homeland.   We are both learning how to adapt to the people and the lands that we have found ourselves living with, it will be an adventure for the both of us, I’m sure.

I had heard quite a bit of discussion from some of the older people on Azuremyst, the ones that had gone out to see other parts of Azeroth.  Oh yes, they told me of the wondrous city of Stormwind and that there was a Faire going on, which was an experience that I didn’t want to miss, if I was somewhat intelligent.  Always one to pay heed to the advice of my elders, I decided that I would make the time to visit this city and this Faire, what harm could there be?

I wasn’t disappointed with the huge city of Stormwind.  It doesn’t have the grace of the Night Elf city of Darnassus, however, it seems a much busier place.  A place where people are constantly in a hurry to get to whatever destination they were heading.  Tall stone structures with massive armament towers surrounding them – one would think that they were expecting  a direct assault from some enemies – the Horde most likely.  I saw an area of the town that had met with some kind of massive destruction which led me to ask some rather naive questions.  I will have to do some further research on this Deathwing.

I went into one section of the town directly off the canals that was the Trade Center, that’s what the sign said, anyway.  While I was wondering around, I saw a poster that was advertising for adventurers, skilled hunters and the like and it piqued my curiosity.  I thought that it might be a way to make some more money and possibly learn a few more things about the land.

I found the establishment and went inside and saw a massive warehouse stacked with all kinds of boxes and people running to and fro, bringing in things from the docks and what appeared to be other people such as myself, looking for employment.  I happened to notice a very nice looking Draeni female that was standing behind a counter at the back of the building.  She appeared to be the one taking applications for work as well as handling some of the payment for things that were being brought in.

So, I walked up and did my best smile and introduced myself and asked her a few questions.  Well, I found out that the company is owned by a Sentinel and her family from Kalimdor.  Interesting that a military sort would be interested in the commerce business, however, as long as they were reputable, it wasn’t my concern.  I did find out the young woman’s name, the Draeni, and it was Magdamia.  Well, I’ll admit that I was very attracted to her and she appeared to be very knowledgeable and a woman of the world, this new world.   I filled out the forms that she asked me to do and I don’t think she even read everything that I put down in regard to my hunting experience and so forth because she was staring at me like I was some kind of meal that she hadn’t had for a long time.  I got hired on the spot and she thrust several of her contracts in my hand, telling me that they had plenty of lead time on them so that I could take my time gather the leather that was requesting on them.

I’ll admit that while she was very attractive and I like the way she looked, she did make me feel very awkward about things.  I think that I will try to get to know her a little better over some time.  Maybe I’ll ask her to dinner when I have some more money in my pouch.

I went on to the Faire from Stormwind and I passed through a little village called Goldshire.  I must say that I was rather taken back at the amount of drunken debauchery that was going on there.  I hastened my pace to get out of there as quickly as possible and found the entrance to the Faire.

I’ll admit that the Faire was different from anything that I had ever seen before.  There were plenty of things to keep you amused, games and fortune telling, places to eat and places to drink, however, I was more amazed at the fact that there were people there from both factions, acting as if there wasn’t a conflict going on.  Strange people, put them in a setting like this Faire and they forget that some of the people that they are rubbing elbows with over  tankard are their Bloodsworn enemies.   I saw so many different kinds of animals at this one section of the Faire that my mind was whirling.  Oh, to think that I might actually run into some of these creatures out in the wild was both exciting and frightening.

By the time that I got home last night, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, which I promptly did.  So many things have I seen in the last day, my mind needed to take a rest and have some time to absorb some of the things seen and to absorb all of the information that I had taken in.  These are indeed a strange people and the planet seems like it huge – I am looking forward to exploring more of it.


Stranger In A Strange Land

February 18th

Dear Journal,

I think it best that we start off by saying that my name is Lagn, I am a displaced person from Draenor and still confused as to what is going on.  Oh, the “g” is silent, so, if I pronounce it the way the natives do here, it’s Lan.  My real Draeni name is not even pronounceable by anyone on this planet, so, that will go unsaid, however, the true translation would come out something like “He Who Walks With Heavy Steps” – at least that’s what I’ve come up with much to the humor of my compatriots. I’m sure my parents had some thoughts in mind when they came up with the name, however, Lan it shall be here.

I will have to admit that my memories of Draenor are sketchy at best because I’ve never set hoof on the place.  My mother was pregnant with me when she boarded the Exodar, how she hid the fact is unknown to me, however, I was born in flight.  I have only heard tales of our home and how beautiful it was with luxury beyond compare – well, considering how I am living now, it had to be better.

I can well imagine that the inhabitants of this world were a bit surprised when the Exodar came plummeting out of the sky and landed , uh, yeah, crashed on their world and look what we brought with us. A lot of lives were lost when we crashed and a lot of families were separated, my own included.  I am still searching for my parents and my siblings, who knows if they even survived the fall from the heavens.

I have seen some of the native inhabitants on this rock we’ve decided to call home and I am not quite sure what to make of them.  Little tiny folks that run about with a lot of energy and bravado accomplishing what?  I just know that they land on Azuremyst Isle and they roam around as if they were the true lords of the land, however, it doesn’t appear as though the place was inhabited by much prior to our landing and these little fellows are coming over to explore the wreckage of what was once a glorious space ship.  Oh, they seem friendly enough, just a bit impatient.

I know that I was unconscious after the crash for quite some time and I often feel as though that a lot of my memories got scrambled but what I do remember is rather pleasant. I’ve been assured by the doctors that I have seen that things will start falling into place over time or they may not fully come back.  How’s that for a real good answer to a fellow that could barely talk when he woke up? I remember my parents as being kind and gentle folk, my siblings were much older than I, so, I don’t think they appreciated me hanging around with them that much.  Ah well, those are things past and I have to deal with the present.  Maybe I will remember more as time goes on and if I don’t, no harm there, I will start my life anew here on this place called Azeroth.

Life is fairly pleasant for me at the moment, that’s why I am even writing, finally got enough money to purchase a quill and some writing paper.  Eventually I would like to find a real journal, however, this will have to do for now. Apparently, I was educated fairly well on the ship and that stuck in my brain, because I know I can read and write, my ciphers are a bit crazy, however, I think that they were always a problem for me.

I’ve learned some new skills since I awakened and I think that I will be able to survive in this land quite nicely now that I have learned how to cook. Things are not as easy as they were on the ship, you can’t just go to the quartermasters and get what you want, here, you have to actually go out and hunt for what you need.  I’m a fairly good baker and my breads are quite tasty if I add some good meats or fish. I’m getting there although some of my friends are astounded at some of my concoctions – they taste good to me, that’s what counts.

I’m also learning how to turn a fair hand at hunting, skinning and making leather goods.  I think that I will survive quite nicely. Ah yes, I forgot to mention that I also like to stop for a while, relax and fish because it allows me not only to rest, it allows me to have time for my thoughts without “wasting m time” – according to some of my friends. Now, if I could find a nice girl that knew how to do herbing, I’d be all set. Spices do more than add flavor to the food, they give it a certain life of its own.  Yes, I’m looking for a female as any young male would – I may have crashed in a ship, however, that didn’t kill off my natural wants and needs or desires.

My plan with this journal is to write down my observations and thoughts.  I’m the only one that will be reading it so, definitely, it will be from my own point of view.  If someone should read it, good look at reading my script – it’s not the best in the world and it’s doubtful that I am going to take the time to improve on it because I have more important things to do with my deal – surviving in this world takes money and I plan on earning quite a bit in a short time by hard work.

I will admit that I am a bit daunted by how backward some things are this world.  They have neither the knowledge or the skills to build the things that we took for granted on board the Exodar.  They don’t even have the crystals or the power to operate some of our most archaic machines.  Someday I see the Draeni making some changes there and trying to teach them some of our more advanced technology. Who knows, maybe someday we will be able to return to Draenor?