Life Goes On


July 13th

Dear Journal,

It has been a while since I’ve had a respite from dealing with these demons and getting completely worn out with the constant fighting, however, I do think or feel that things are winding down.  The battles aren’t as intense as they once were, and the evil things are not mounting the huge offenses that they once did.  Do they know that we will keep fighting for as long as it takes to rid ourselves of their presence?  Naturally, with all the battles we’ve had on the Broken Isles and victories we’ve had have been costly to both factions, however, there was a cohesiveness to it all, I hope it lasts.

Thinking back on my life a little bit and I think that the only time that I have known some peace and true happiness was when we were finishing up our fights with Arthas.  That’s been a long time ago and there were happy times to be had in Dalaran before we were driven out.  All the Blood Elves were blamed for the bombing of Theramore and Lady Jania ran amuck with her power in Dalaran.  I still yearn for those days in my heart and the home that I had worked so hard to build there.  It was a wonderful existence while we were there although it doesn’t compare to the life that Amyn and I had in Shattrath where the boys were born.

Maybe after we’re done here, there will be peace for a time or even a brief respite.  I know that when Amyn and I are released from our service here in the Broken Shore – we are planning to take a long break from the stress of it in our home in Nagrand located in Outland.  We’ve built a wonderful mansion there with enough room for the whole family and our friends that care to join us.  It will be good to see our children there for a while.  With both boys taking the appearance of their Mother, it has been hard for us to get together and spend the time together that I would like.  I think that is one of the reasons whey I cherish the Old Dalaran days so much because it has truly been the only time that I could acknowledge my mate and our off-spring without any fear. Ah well, those days are gone, and I suppose that I should move forward.

The last trip that I made to Orgrimmar has me a bit worried because there were higher level gossip going on within the faction – the Warchief was under some scrutiny for her tendency to raise the dead too quickly after a battle regardless of the faction.  The all seem to follow her after they have been risen and I will have to admit that it sends a chill down my spin because it reminds me so much of the Scourge and Arthas.  I wonder if other people have noticed the similarity or are there so few of us left that remember those days?  I’m concerned because I don’t want to go through that again and see some of friends be turned into foes after their demise.

Our businesses are booming, and we are still able to meet the contracts that we pick up and I will have to admit that I am happy with that because if we can keep our coffers full, we will be able to endure just about anything that may happen here on Azeroth.  I’m still funneling some funds to Draenor to help support the work being there – there are still need for goods that can be obtained easily there.  No, we’re not pillaging the resources like we might have in the past, but we are able to keep up the supply for the demand of goods easily.

Damn, the horns are sounding again which means that we have another incursion of demons somewhere close to the camp – that means I need to stop writing and get on with my duty and plunge back into the smell of Fel.

Fnor Morningstar

 

Trying to Stay Focused On Our Future


May 1st

 

Dear Journal,

I know that I have been too busy getting things in order with my family to even be able to sit down and write anything in my journal.  Seems like it has been forever, and I know that it hasn’t.  Fnor and I have been busy in the battles with the demons to have much time to sit down and relax.  I’ll admit that I do run way to Stormwind and sometimes to Draenor, just to escape everything for a while. Just being able to sit down and not smell Fel in the air or even that constant looking around to make sure that you’re in a safe place can sometimes drain the soul out of you.

I had to come back to Stormwind to take care of some business and to check on my boys that are in the city as well as going to check on my parents.  They are getting up in years and there are times that I do worry about them   I know that I am one of the lucky few people in Darnassus that had been raised by my parents instead of being sent off to be raised with the rest of the children.  Yes, it’s odd how our people send their most precious things in the world off to be raised by strangers and not have that family bonding that other races seem to have – it builds a foundation for the families to grow on.  It could possibly be a hold over from the days when the High Elves felt that the parents were not paying proper attention to their duties and the children were a distraction and needed to be trained by others.  I’m never sure why that all came about.  However, back to what I was prattling about.

My parents were doing fine in their little home near Darnassus and seemed to be quite happy there, however, I tried my best to have them make another change in their lives – move to Nagrand, to the house that Fnor and I have there, or we could even build them their own little house.   They have lived with us in Dalaran in Northrend and they were happy there, however, they were extremely frightened when we were driven out – or I should say, when Fnor was driven out because of his heritage.  I think the whole thing was stupid – I can understand that Jaina was upset with the way that things had happened in Theramore and I will admit that we all were – luckily, Varian was still alive back then and could put some kinds of constraints on her hysterical reactions to things.

I think my Father was on the verge of refusing my suggestion when my Mother stopped him and told him that there must be a reason that I would want them to make a change like this and gave me that look that I always dread.  One thing about being raised by your parents is the fact that they really get to know you as an individual, which, makes it difficult for you to pull any shenanigans with them.  She knew I was trying to hide something from her and I had to admit that there were reasons that I wanted them to move.

With all the contacts that Fnor and I have on both factions, we seem to get information far ahead of the counselors and leaders of our separate factions.  We have a lot of people working for us in our businesses and it seems like they can get into places where our military people seem to overlook.  Let’s be real about this, common people talk more amongst themselves and aren’t busy plotting their political intrigues as the higher ups seem to find the time to do.  There appears to be a lot of political unrest in both factions and there have been hints to the common folk that they should be prepared to guard their homes and families even more in the future.  No reasons were given out as to why and it makes me wonder if we’re not rolling back the clock of history to the days when we dare not be affiliated with friends of a different faction.

Of course, my Mother’s opinion of the Dark Lady is pretty much the same as most people.  She was a poor choice for the Horde to take on that evil woman for their Warchief. Even my beloved is not fond of the situation, but one must be careful about voicing your opinions too loudly.

With the rumors flying around like a crazed dervish, I did tell my parents some of the rumors and they were greatly saddened by it, however, they did resolve to make the move to Nagrand within the next couple of weeks to be safe.  I’m almost willing to bet that we are going to end up with a small village of relatives living on the property – we will make room for anyone that wishes to join the family.

Now, I need to go talk to my loving husband and let him know that there is going to be an influx of elves coming to Nagrand to live for a while – naturally, we are going to decide for most of them that do not know that my mate is a Blood Elf to live away from the main property.  I don’t want to bring the old hatreds to where we live.

Amynlarae Shadowmoon

 

 

April 2nd – A time for reflection and thoughts


Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author

 

 

March 31st

 

Dear Journal,

I know that life has been extremely busy for me of late and that it seems as if I don’t have time to write as often as I would like, however, duty calls on you to leave the personal things to the side and attend to the things at hand.  Can’t say that I am overly fond of the thought of ignoring my family and it is something that I rarely do – just as the Pandaren say, what do you fight for?  I am still of the mind that I am fighting for my family, my home and then, for my faction.  Family will always come first to me due to my upbringing and how things could have been so different if I hadn’t had the opportunity to grow up with a family that loved me.

I know that I am as guilty as the next man for not thinking before I act sometimes, however, I have learned over the years through my own experience that actions, no matter how trivial, will always have consequences.  I know that I have had my hands full with my duties of late and fighting with demons for most of my waking moments, however, there are times when one must call a halt to all that and try to give your life some attention.

Oh, Amyn and I are doing fine, and we are finding time to spend with one another even in the Broken Isles and we aren’t taking as many risks in being exposed as we might have taken when we were younger.  We’re both older now and more cautious since we have both of our families to consider and our own children.  My eldest son, Kaldor, is here in the Broken Isles as well and I do have some concern for him because he does have the rashness of his Mother and myself that might lead him astray from time to time.  Of course, Amyn and I can’t expect to spend as much time with him as we would like which is understandable since he is still acting as Scout for the Sentinels as is his duty – I know he must be missing Kaelendra because she is back in Draenor attending to her duties there.

I will have to admit that I was in hopes that Kal and Kae would have taken their vows already, however, Kal seems to be a bit hesitant with that aspect of his life.  He loves the girl and there is no doubt in my mind in that regard, however, he is just biding his time with the formality of it.  I’ll be honest, Amyn and I would love to have a grandchild some day soon – there are no guarantees that our bloodline will continue with these constant wars that seem to happen in Azeroth.

With the rumors that are floating around these days, I almost feel like history is going to be repeating itself yet again.  I felt like we had finally made some kind of compromise with the Alliance while Varian was still alive, however, with Anduin taking his Father’s place after his untimely demise – I’m not so sure that the uneasy truce we had will last, not with Greymane bending the young fellow’s ear every chance he gets – the hatred that he feels for our current Warchief is not going to be easily appeased.  I can understand some of the things that are going on, however, I do wonder if our diplomats aren’t a bit off point with some of the actions that are starting to rear their ugly heads again.

The only peaceful time that I can recall was when I bought the house in Dalaran and lived there for few years.  Of course, we had to still fight the scourge and we still had to deal with all the things that were going on in Northrend at the time.  The Lich King’s demise couldn’t have happened at a better time as far as I am concerned.  Not only were the Death Knights freed from his control, I was freed from my military obligations for a while and that’s when I started my business.  Dawnglory and I both spent a great deal of time getting the business going and Amyn did her part as well.  It was a time of peace for all of us – not long lasting, mind you, however, it was a peace that we had never known.  Looking at how things have turned out, I was in the right place at the right time to build my alternative lifestyle with my love and with my business.

I know that Dawnglory is happy to have his family back with him and I know the rest of us are relieved.  I don’t think that I have ever seen the poor fellow so devastated during the whole time they were missing.  Yes, everyone that knew him was worried that he might not make it if we couldn’t find his family.  I know exactly how he feels too because I’ve experienced similar things and I sometimes wondered if life was worth living without my loved ones.

Ah well, I suppose I ought to just stop here for a while and get back to the business at hand and start getting back into a routine of sorts.  These demons are slowly dwindling down, and I wonder if we will ever be able to cleanse Azeroth of them.

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

 

 

May 1st – Still Searching…News


*Please note:  Some salty language that might offend the more sensitive readers*
May 1st
Yo Book!
No, I haven’t written anything for fucking long time, however, I’ve had my hands full with still running the Garrison in Draenor as well as searching for Romy and the kids every single moment that I have free. At least the travel between Draenor and Azeroth is open and easily accessible.  I guess they decided it would be much easier to have troop movement between two areas since the Legion seems to have decided to return to Azeroth once again.
My heart is heavy and there are times I wonder if life has any real meaning left for me, the love of my life is gone and the things that have given me hope for the future are gone.  How does a fucking man even start to rebuild his life when everything that he cared about is gone?  At least I still have my sister and her children.
I’ve gone to Silvermoon to see Felessa several times and it is difficult for me because I see the golden haired little boys that she has and I think of my daughter and my son.  I dream constantly of Romy, her laughter, the lovemaking that we once enjoyed with such wild abandon and it makes me feel like that all of it was a dream.  Did I dream that I had a woman in my life that literally had my heart and soul in her hands for all the time that we were together?  Was it all a dream?
I know that Fnor has been very supportive and understanding with my moods and my inability to really step up and help with the company in Orgrimmar.  I know that all the employees are working diligently to find out any information that that they can about Romy and the kids.  How in the Light could one woman and two small children just disappear from everywhere?  Oh, I know that wars can obliterate entire families, however, I have been able to find out that Romy was planning to go to Northrend with the children.
I did receive word from Romy’s family and they have been searching for her as well.  They have found some evidence that she had taken zeppelin from Orgrimmar to Northrend.  What I didn’t’ realize is that she had decided to make the trip during the invasions of the Legion in Azeroth.  They have found evidence of a crash site and one of the children had lost a leather bootie – my son’s bootie.  They are still searching for more evidence.
Fuck it all, I am sitting here crying like my heart is breaking all over again.  Mt. Hyjal is not that far from Orgrimmar and I will have to plan to join the family search party as soon as I can break away from my duties.  I’ve asked for leave and the bastards in Orgrimmar haven’t had the courtesy to respond yet.  It’s not like one man being out of action for a while to try to find his family is going to lose the battles in Draenor or the Broken Isle.
I’m not that damned important, let me go find my family, I don’t care about the Horde, I don’t take full direction from them.  If I must, I’ll go see the Regent in Silvermoon to get released from my duties – his commands are the ones that I follow, not the new Warchief.
Fnar Dawnglory

Lost…


*Some Language – if you are offended easily, please do not read*

 

October 20th

 

Yo Book!

I will have to admit that I haven’t written in this damned thing in a while and that’s because I have been busy with my duties in Draenor and trying to figure out a way to get home to see Romy and the kids in Halfhill.  Well, the Legion kind of helped that out because the Horde leadership has decided that it’s military needs to address that situation rather than maintain a peacekeeping force in Draenor – huzzah!!

I know that it has been close to a year since I have been home and it has cost me dearly.  Fnor kept telling people that we needed to be focused on what was happening in our own timeline and his warnings just kept falling on deaf ears.  Damned bureaucrats – now they have their hands full and we are supposed to clean it up.

All I can say is that Draenor has cost me dearly – I’ve lost my family or they are hiding from everyone, I don’t know what is going on.  Romy had written me that she was taking the kids to Northrend to spend some time with the family up there and that’s the last I heard from her.  I have checked with her family and have even gone to Northrend – no one has fucking seen them.  How can a woman and two small kids disappear off the face of the planet without anyone having ever seen them?  To say that this is a nightmare is putting it lightly – I’m scared, I’m angry and I’m heartbroken.  All my hopes and dreams have been trashed and here I am wandering around trying to put all the pieces together again.

I tried drinking myself into oblivion more than once since I got back to Halfhill and there didn’t seem to be enough booze to drown my heartache.  I couldn’t get drunk enough to stop thinking about my family, my love, my life and my children.  What has fucking happened to them?  Are they safe?   Are they even alive?  This is totally unlike Romy as far as I know and I know that she loved me as much as I love her – where did she go?  Did she try to take the kids and make the trip to Draenor to surprise me?  So many fucking questions and no answers from anyone.

Fnor and I both have sent out search parties from the company and we’re paying the people dearly to see if they can find any trace of them.  I’ve cried until I have no more tears and have gone without sleep to the point that there are days that I have lost wandering around in a fog.  Where are they?  My son was born while I was in Draenor and I haven’t even held him or seen him – why did this have to happen?  All of my life I have wanted a family – now the Fates have taken away from me.  No, I won’t give up and I’ll keep looking for them.

Fnar Dawnglory

 

Yes, We Are Truly Far From Home…


June 10th

Dear Journal,

It has been quite some time since I have made the time to write things down, however, since the transition to Draenor and all of the responsibilities that seem to have been thrust upon me, there just isn’t time.  How was I to know that I would be put in a position where I would be in charge of an entire Garrison?  I know it makes me proud and sad at the same time – I came here to serve the Alliance and to protect Azeroth from these Orcs that have fallen prey to the diabolical mind of Garrosh.  Luckily, that part is pretty much over.  We have been given reason to believe that the crazed fool is no longer with us, however, his influence has befouled the minds of so many that he came into contact with.  We are desperately trying to clean up the mess he left behind.

I will never fully grasp how Garrosh escaped from Pandaria with all of the guards and protections that had been put into place to make sure that he remained in custody.  Oh well, it’s not something that I witnessed and can only go on what I was told happened.  It seems that treachery has a very long arm indeed and the price has to be paid by many.

Today I decided to run away for a while with my journal and write some of my own thoughts down without having the constant interruptions that I have to deal with at “my” Garrison – still feels funny to think that the place is supposedly mine to manage and deal with.  It’s not unlike the company back in Stormwind, same personnel matters. The usual dramas that you have when you put a group of people together in a fairly confined area in a strange place.

I will admit that one of the main reasons that I came to Draenor was because I wanted to be near my Sindorei, my beloved.  Oh, I know that we’re older, however, I can assure you that the passion still runs as deep as it ever did between the two of us and we have been separated too many times in the past to want to endure it any longer.  Yes, our son, Kaldor, is up here as well and I will admit that sometimes I think it embarrasses him to think that his parent may still have some kind of intimate life going on after all of these years. I almost have to laugh because he has his own Sentinel to deal with and one of these days, maybe, I might be a Grandmother, if Elune wishes it.

I’m very happy that Fnor and Kal are here in Draenor, however, my heart yearns to see my other children and my parents.  I don’t understand this time thing at all and it concerns me a great deal. If you could truly feel time passing, I’d say that it is at a snail’s pace in Draenor, does that mean that the time on Azeroth is the same or what?  It’s all very confusing to me and I can’t fathom if there could be a difference.  Of course, there are mages that will transport you back to Azeroth and the correct time for a fee, however, you still need to get permission from your commanding officers above you to take one of those trips – there are people of higher rank that you have to answer too.

I will admit that I am enjoying seeing things the way that they supposedly existed in my time-line long before I was born.  I dearly love Shadowmoon Valley and Nagrand, although, the creature comforts that I have aren’t there in this time period.  For those of us that have lived in Nagrand prior to coming to Draenor, it is indeed quite the shock and the vastness of the area is wonderful.   It takes time to adjust to these things without getting a little bit confused from time to time with landmarks that should be there and are not.

Fnor laughs about the fact that he has to lean heavily on his map reading to find his way around in some places because his memories of our time tend to over-ride what he sees in front of him.  I can well imagine that he wants to get back to our Azeroth as much as I do.

Amyn

 

 

Life In Draenor … And Beyhond


 

Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author

 

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