Planning For The Future…

February 7th

Dear Journal,

Odd thing is that I have done quite a bit of traveling and haven’t written it down as I had planned, however, I have learned quite a few things in my journey.

When the troubles broke out in Kalimdor, I’ll admit that my curiosity got the better of me and decided to make the journey there to see it for myself.  It’s been interesting, stressful and then, again, enlightening in many ways. However, I have decided to return to my homeland for a while to escape the constant fighting that seems to be a major part of life in Kalimdor.  What with the way that things have gone with the old Warchief of the Horde and how that all panned out, I’m happy that I avoided the majority of the fighting because my skills were such that they were probably not up to the standards of some of the more experienced military veterans.

While I was in Kalimdor I met a young lady with the most extraordinary red hair that had run away from home, I guess, in Orgrimmar. Oh yes, she was definitely a product of Silvermoon as am I, however, she seemed a bit different. It seems her brother was in the Rangers and while he was away in Pandaria, had left her in charge of his business in Orgrimmar, which, she said was quite the burden, what with goblins and Tauren constantly surrounding her. From what I gathered in all of her conversations was that she was in love with one man and a marriage had been arranged for her with another man, so, she ran away. I think that was the gist of it, anyway.

Oh yes, I’m familiar with the practice of marriages being arranged by the wealthy to better their stations in the society in Silvermoon and I have met quite a few young men and women that have done all manner of things to avoid it or have embraced the practice with a caveat that they could always invoke, being unfaithful to their marital partners.  I’m glad that my parents, Light rest their souls,  were never that wealthy and I was allowed to see whomever I wanted.

The poor girl stuck to me like glue once we got to know one another and I’ll admit that I did enjoy her company even if it was very platonic on both our parts.  She was very attractive and I hope that she thought the same of me, however, I was disinclined to get involved with her because of her emotional upheavals.  While she was with me, I did try to teach her how to meditate and how to center herself so that she could have some inner peace, however, she was never very good at it.  Her surname was familiar to me, Morningstar, and I think that I may have seen her a few times on my many trips into the city prior to my leaving the area.  No, I’m not ready to settle down or anything of that nature and especially not to someone that appears to be so chaotic within themselves.

I think that we became good friends though.  She told me that she was going to go to the Faire and wanted me to go along, however, I wasn’t in the mood at the time and told her that I would be here when she got back.  Well, it’s been a while, a month, and she never came back.  I am assuming that she found someone to take care of her or maybe she ran into one of her family members and they took her back to Silvermoon.  I would have thought that she would have written to me by now or even gotten me word of her well-being, however, knowing her as I do, it’s out of sight and out of mind.  I hope that I hear from her again sometime, just to make sure that she is okay.   I hope that she doesn’t make the trip back to our old camp in the Barrens because I’m long gone.  If the Fates have anything for us in the future, they will be in charge of bringing us back together.  Now that I am back in the Silvermoon area, I could make a few subtle inquiries to see if anyone has heard of her being back in the city.

Yes, I’m no fool, I did care for her somewhat, however, I know that she was well above me in the social ladder.  Oh well, I’m not going to pine away thinking of this woman, I have other things to do with my life and I also need to get back into my old haunts and habits to center myself again. I need to get my mind centered on my own goals of going to Pandaria for further instructions, my mentor here is very pleased with my progress so far.

Taliseth Stormstrike

In The Beginning…

June 11th

Dear Journal,

My name is Taliseth Stormstrike, although, people that have come to know me call me Seth most often.  I thought that in my travels through this land that I would keep a record of my adventures that I will find along the way.  This will be for my own personal memories and for no other – I am sure that no one would really be interested in one lone man’s thoughts as he travels through life, however, there may come a time that this book will help me remember things when I reach old age.

I was born in Silvermoon City.  I realize that that is nothing special in the realm of reality, however, I’m sure that my Mother and Father were pleased with my arrival to help carry on the family name, just to keep the name alive,  if nothing more. We were not wealthy people and therefore, I’m sure that our existence was of no import to anyone other than ourselves.  My parents were trades people and worked very hard to earn a living and keep a roof over our heads, nothing special, just the four walls and roof to keep the rain out.  I remember that little house with some very fond memories and I remember the love that we all shared with one another, however, they were elderly and died when I was quite young.  I had learned a trade that has kept me fed, clothed and housed , however, I already know that I will never be a wealthy man.   I happen to enjoy picking and raising herbs which can be used for their curative powers as well as added to our food to give it a better flavor.  It’s an odd trade by a lot of standards that our society has set for the males, however, it has been my chosen profession.  My parents both were skilled alchemists as well as dabbling with inscriptions.  I, fortunately, have inherited their skills with inscription. It suited my personality quite well because of my love of writing and my love of art – yes, I do tend to have my head in the clouds a lot because of my abilities.

Of course, I was raised in the religion of our race.  I worshipped the Light for many years and will continue to do so, however, I have chosen to take on a new calling with that kind of philosophy.  With the advent of the war in Pandaria, there have been many Pandaren that have come to our fair city to visit, possibly to live and to learn our ways.  It happens to be a two way street with the learning.  After making friends with several of these furry creatures and listening to their conversations, I became very enamored of their philosophy and have chosen to follow it.

No, I didn’t live in the city proper, I don’t think that was within our financial means and I think that my parents felt uncomfortable being around so many of the wealthy that seem to congregate there.  I was able to attend some classes at the Academy for a while, although, I never fully appreciated the teachings enough to follow that to completion, not to mention, with my parents passing, the financial capacity for me to continue through to the bitter end was cut short.

 People die of old age, it doesn’t have to be some dramatic event that forces them to leave this mortal plane, their bodies just wear out.  My parents were aged by Sindorei standards when I was born and I am sure that I was quite spoiled by them because I was such a surprise and they said I was a blessing.  I don’t know about the blessing part from my point of view. I am sure that I kept their last years rather lively – I was definitely not one to sit idly by while others were out having fun and getting into mischief – I was right there with them.  I still miss my parents and I have kept the house for as long as I could, however, I think that I will begin my life of wandering the land unencumbered by these personal possessions that so many seem to have.  As long as I have a place to sleep and a meal in my belly, that’s really all that I need.

I am still a young man by Sindorei standards although I am not a child.  I am not as worldly as some of my counterparts nor am I as polished in the social graces as some.   However, I happen to think that I am pretty nice fellow and I can look at my reflection in a mirror and not feel guilty about anything that I have done in the past.  No, I wasn’t one of those young men that hung out in Murder’s Row in Silvermoon, nor was I one that wanted to join the military to see foreign lands  – I was different, maybe  that came from the fact that I was reared by much older parents than most people my age had been.  I think I wasn’t that excited about some of the things that my friends were so interested in.  Give me a good book, a piece of paper to draw upon and a peaceful place to relax and I was a happy fellow.

No, no, I definitely attended a few parties in my life and enjoyed the company of many young ladies, however, I always felt that I was out of step with the times.  Maybe I truly did have an old soul as my parents often joked about.  They said that I was born old and that I was always too serious for a child my age. Who knows if that is true or not, I’m not going to question it.

After spending a great deal of time with a particular Pandaren monk, I decided that that this was the kind of life that I could deal with.  It may be considered odd, however, it is the life that I am going to follow.  I have learned how to meditate and I have learned some of the fighting techniques in order to survive by my physical strength and my mind.  One day I hope to go to Pandaria for further study because I am sure that my teacher is very knowledgeable, however, he has told me that he is not a great man nor is he one that has learned as much from his teachers yet.  He plans on going back to Pandaria sometime in the near future and I hope that I am worthy enough to go with him.

 I know that after spending many hours in meditation, I have such an inner peace and calm that it surprises me.  I don’t feel as driven as I did when I was following the teachings that I had grown up with.  I have the physical strength to survive any battles that I have faced so far with beasts and a few brigands that I have run into.  In time I hope to become a monk of some note, however, that isn’t the only reason that I have decided to follow this path.

My plan, with this journal, is to keep a record of my progress and my adventures – my goal is to reach Pandaria and live there.