Drinking and Dreams…


April 3rd

 

Dear Journal,

Oh, I do have to have a nice long talk with myself about drinking and going down memory lane with some of my friends.  While it was all done in good fun and we all had a great deal to talk about our past life experiences, I know I consumed way too much mead.  It was great being able to socialize with some of the others and finding out things that I didn’t already know about them, personality quirks and the like.  I know that I enjoyed the time, however, the only thing I have to cling too this morning is this incredible headache from all of the fun.

I know that I don’t usually hang out that often in Darnassus with my kind because it can be rather depressing and always stirs up my memories of things that I have lost since the fall of Gilneas.  There are still quite a few of us that think that there is an actual cure for the Curse and are still bemoaning the fact that they can’t live as they used too.  Well, I am one of the people that knows that there isn’t a cure for what ails us and if we are going to continue on in this new life, we need to put that yearning behind us and get on with life.  It’s not easy and we will always have those regrets of times gone by, however, that is not what the Fates had in store for us.

I did have some very strange dreams last night and I blame it on the mead and I blame it on the fact that I haven’t seen Felley in a while and I miss her more than I would have ever thought possible.  I know that we agreed a long time ago that we could and should go out on our own and do things without constantly being in the pack, however, I think it has been long enough now and she should come back home for a while.   I know that I truly miss those talks that we used to have when we were alone, I miss her laughter and “that look” I would get when I over-reacted to something.

My dreams were rather disturbing last night and that may be why I have this longing for Felley to be home again.  I was in that dream world revisiting things that I had thought that I had put behind me, however, they resurfaced with a vengeance.  I know that I spent most of the dream searching for my wife and daughters and reliving those horrible times where I thought I might have found evidence that they were still alive.  I know that I fought like a madman against becoming what I eventually became, however, last night’s dreams made it almost unbearable when I awakened this morning.   Ah well, I won’t spend all of my time dwelling on the past, it isn’t healthy and it sure won’t change anything.

Oak

Start Of The New Year…


January 12th

Dear Journal,

It really has been a very long time since I have written anything in this journal and I know that it has a lot to do with keeping the pack organized and growing.  Felly and I are still living in Darnassus for the most part and our pack mates are usually here most of the time.

Another year has pretty much passed without a whole lot of changes.  I know that Felley and I thought that it would be awesome to make the move to Stormwind, however, the cost of that move and the cost of living in the big city with the pack really just ended up being too cost prohibitive for us to actually make the change.  I won’t even go into the fact that the place was so crowded that it was hard to even think that there could be that much humanity in one area.  Plus, I had to stop and think about the fact that some of our younger members haven’t really learned the kind of control that they would need over their “wolf” to be able to rub shoulders with the other citizens without having the fear that they would reveal their true nature.

Oh, I know that I am old fashioned with some of the rules that I have with the pack, however, I feel that there needs to be a certain amount of control over certain things.  One of the rules that I enforce rather heavily is the fact that none of us should be in our wolf form when we are around settlements or in any of the larger cities.  I know that some others don’t follow that rule, however, it just adds a bit more of an order to things.  It’s okay to let the wolf roam freely and exhibit it’s nature when we’re in the wild, however, I don’t think that it’s really all that socially acceptable in populated areas.   I willingly admit that there are times that it’s hard to maintain that level of control for some of us – if you allow the wolf to be in control for too long or too often, no one can tell me that the beast might not take over your whole life.   I take pride in the fact that I am Gilnean, however, I do not take pride in the fact that I succumbed to the Curse as so many of us did prior to coming to Darnassus.

I think that we all had a great Winter Veil and the majority of us make the trek to Iron Forge for the celebrations there.  Oh the gifts were great that were handed out this year, however, I think that we have enough cushions in the house now to where we could open up the place as some kind mystical area – you know, the kind of place where palm readers might enjoy living.  All we would need is a hookah pipe and it would be the perfect place.

I did get Felley a new locket this year that I had engraved with our initials intertwined with some vines as well as having a place to put a picture in it if she so desired.  I wasn’t vain enough to have a picture of myself in there because I want her to have a choice as to what she wants to treasure in that locket.   I had to laugh because she actually bought me a new pipe that was rather ornately carved with a wolf’s head – I probably will only use that one when I’m home.  Plus, I got a new watch because the last one that got for me was ruined when I decided to take a shortcut and fell into the water .  Hey, I’m not perfect, sometimes I forget that I have my watch in my pocket and this last dunking did a number on the poor thing.

We did have a small celebration at our house in Darnassus for the pack along with some other friends.  It wasn’t anything huge, it was just fun and we all pitched in so that it wasn’t a huge expense on any one individual.   We even had some of our Night Elf friends stop in for a while as well as a few others – it was nice to be able to bask in the glow of that friendship.  I think Felley was really worried that a lot of the people might be offended because when we sent out the invitations that we would appreciate some assistance with the food and drink.  She thought that was making it out like we were too poor to really have a party and I explained to her that it was a way of getting our friends to feel like they were actually contributing to the event too.

Felley has really helped me with my education this year too.  I guess I was educated fairly well beforehand, however, she’s been getting me to read some of the tomes that she enjoyed as a young girl that I would have never thought about reading because the words were difficult for me to sound them out sometimes.  At least she’s taught me how to read without moving my lips all of the time.   I have to laugh sometimes because she’s refining me from being just the rough tradesman that I once was – can’t say I like all of the changes, however, if it pleases her to “improve” me, then, I’ll do it.

Our contracts from Stormwind have been a real lifesaver for us this year because we’ve been able to keep the pack together all of the time and fill them here in Kalimdor.  I think that when we tried to transition over to the Eastern Kingdoms that some of the younger folks really felt out of place because they have grown accustomed to the life around the Night Elves.  I think that we need to make a few trips over there sometimes to get them used to the idea that the world is a much bigger place than what they grew up expecting when we were in Gilneas.  I know that when I first started traveling around once we got settled in Darnassus, I was surprised at how big the world actually was because all I had ever known previously was behind the barrier of the Wall. Heck, there are still places in Kalimdor that I haven’t even ventured into and I consider myself fairly well traveled.

One thing that I have finally wrapped my head around is the fact that my wife and daughters never made it out of Gilneas.  I have spent the last two years trying to find them with the false hope that they were possibly in Stormwind or had found a haven elsewhere and I have given that hope up.  I’m sad in a way that is hard to describe and yet I feel that I needed to reconcile myself to the facts so that I could have a closure of some kind in order to get on with my life.  Felley and I are happy together and I think I just needed to let go of that last thread to my old life to actually appreciate what I have with her.  I know that by letting that part of my life go, I feel like I have had a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.

Well, I suppose I ought to stop rambling here and get off my backside to do some actual leatherworking.  I think that I need to start training some of the youngsters in how to make a proper pair of boots after seeing that some of them are still growing and the boots that they are trying to make work, just aren’t.

Oak

 

 

New Beginnings To A New Life…


*Introducing a new character to add to my continuously growing army of alts.*

 

September 20th

Dear Journal,

I suppose I ought to start this out by saying that my name is Taleonis Nightshade and I am a Kaldorei Death Knight.  Not much to add to that other than the fact that my memories are of a more recent time when I was in service to the Lich King, anything prior to that time is lost to me.

It is hard to know what it was that I was prior to being released from the Lich King’s grasp, however, I know that there had to be more to me as a man than the killing machine that I became.  I remember some of the things that I have done and I do weep with remorse and shame because it was not something that I know I would have done if my humanity had been left intact.  Such cruel things we did and such awful things that we endured under the guidance of the Lich.

I have gone back to Darnassus and I do wander the streets and avenues there feeling at least somewhat at home.  Getting back with one’s own kind I think is probably the best thing that I could have done.  Oh yes, I was welcomed in Stormwind and I know that I could have stayed there for an indefinite period of time, however, I yearned to return to my homeland.

No, I didn’t go back to Darnassus to find my family, I know that I must have had one at some point, at least parents.  I wanted to go back to where my familial roots might be in order to gain some kind of inner peace from the life that I had led as solider in the Lick King’s service.  I know that I must have had friends that might recognize me, however, I do know that sometimes people are still definitely afraid of my kind because some of us haven’t learned how to control themselves when they are amongst the living – some of the newer Death Knights never finished the training required and are at a loss as to what it is that they are supposed to do – some have memories of families and some are like myself, their past is a clean slate.

One of the things that I have discovered about myself is that I must have been a tailor and enchanter before my change because I take great joy in making garments, I enjoy handling the cloth and being able to create something that is actually beautiful.  Naturally, my hands have been roughened and calloused over the years by handing a sword and they sometimes are too coarse to handle some of the more delicate fabrics.  I have learned a few tricks too, wearing gloves sometimes will enable me to handle some of the more delicate bolts of silk.  One of the things that I think amuses some of my friends is that I can go on for hours about the different types of cloth and don’t even get me started on brocades.

So far I have enjoyed giving service to the King and the Alliance and I have felt more at ease the more I force myself to interact with the living. I know that I will never be the man that I was before the change, however, that doesn’t mean that I will remain as I once was before my freedom was given back to me.  At least now I have the ability to make choices and my thoughts are my own and not some voice in my mind giving me directions as to what I will be doing.

I don’t think that the living could possibly understand what that control was like.  Every conscious moment that you had, there was that nagging feeling that there was someone else with you, the voice would speak up and you had orders that had to be followed as directed because if they weren’t, there were dire circumstances that would befall you.  The punishments handed out to some of us in Archerus were severe enough to where some us never truly recovered from them.

“All that I am:  Anger, Cruelty, Vengeance – I bestow upon you, my chosen knight.  I have granted you immortality so that you may herald in a new dark age for the Scourge.”    These were the first words that I can remember from the Lich King as he stood upon the platform overlooking the Plaguelands – I know that there was no bewilderment for me then, it was as it should be.   However, with the change of power and the loss of that direction, I willingly admit that I wandered around for quite some time with bewilderment and that feeling of being lost as my constant companions.  No, I’m not angry or filled with shame for what I have become, I will continue to live with the living and make my way in this new order.

I can understand why some of the living hate my kind.  We were creations of war, that is all that we were, we fought, we killed and kept doing that until our release.  I know that there are things that I have done that I am not proud of and wish that I could go back and change them, however, it is something that I have come to accept as a part of my “past”.  However, even with the release from the Lich King, we were not released from the control of our Rune Blades, our very lives depend on how well we can manage that hunger that grows with that blade.  At least I know how and when I need to go out and satiate that hunger, some of us have allowed it to drive them over the edge of sanity into madness – those Death Knights were hunted down and destroyed.  Oh yes, we can be killed, we’re not indestructible entities as some would like to believe.   We can be injured, we can suffer some amount of pain, however, we are supposedly immortal.

There are times that I sometimes wish that I knew about the man that I was and I know that in time I may find some of the answers to the questions that I have asked myself.  I know that some people probably think that it’s rather odd for a Death Knight to still follow the teachings of Elune – I know that I do and it gives me a certain peace that I can find in no other place.  There are times that I feel as if my soul is starting to break free from the changes that were made to me and might be finding its way back to the Light.  My question in that regard is if my soul were to return to this body, would this body complete the final death to set that soul free?

Ah, yes, my mind does tend to ramble and yes, I do get to be rather philosophical at times, however, that is a part of who I am now.  I know that there are times that I wish that I could plan things for the future, that I could age the way that the living do and know when my time on this plane is drawing to an end.   I know that one of the cruelest things that was done to the Death Knights is our inability to function in a normal way – I mean, my mind knows what it was like to be with a woman, however, this body of mine cannot take that pleasure like a normal mortal can.   I know that I can still be drawn to a beautiful woman and I can still do all of the things that living man can do with the exception of the more intimate things.  I would like to build a relationship with someone some day, I may never have children, however, that does not keep me from wanting to know that someone cares for me and that I can still care for them.  My body may be dead, however, my emotions are alive and well – I can care for things and yearn for those feelings to be reciprocated in like kind.

My, my, I did get a bit carried away here and it appears to be very long winded, however, it is only for my eyes to read and a way for me to try to track my memories  in the future.  I know that if I were a betting man, I used to write like this when I was alive.  I also get the feeling that one point I may have been that tailor or I may have been a hunter or something of that nature – my emotions do get jumbled up when I try to remember things too much.  Ah well, I am going to stop writing for now because I know that there will be plenty of other things to write about in the future.  I have traveled much since my release from the Lich King and have been too many lands including Pandaria – so many things that I could write about and so many stories I’m sure that I could tell.

Taleonis Nightshade

 

 

Everything Is New … Time To Begin Again


April 24th

Dear Journal,

I suppose that I have to admit that I am enjoying my life in this new land despite the Curse.  In fact, I think that the Curse has enabled me to become more independent and successful at my chosen profession.  I know that I can stand and hunt with the best of them although I have not chosen to run with a pack yet.

Sure, I have met a few of my same persuasion, however, I am so used to being my own boss that I would find it rather difficult to follow the rules set forth by another.   Unfortunately, my Father taught me too well how to stand on my own two feet and make my own way.

The hunting is plentiful and I have been able to do all of the things that I would have normally done with the exception of living in a fine house and still having my family with me.  Ah yes, that does make me sad at some level, however, without the added burdens of the social acumen pressing on me to take a wife and have children to pass on the noble family name, I am finding it rather pleasant.  Where else could I live that allowed me to socialize with others and still maintain my independence?

This new found freedom is almost more than I can bear at this point.  I know that my life is very different if things had remained as they were in Gilneas.  I know that I would be attending quite a few more social gatherings in my Mother’s hopes of finding a bride and I would have been working with my Father to carry on the family traditions of working in the business.  Although we were of noble blood, there still had to be a way to earn a living in addition to anything that you might have gleaned from your ancestors as far as wealth.

I know that I have met a few people that I knew at home and strangely enough, they all seem to have become nobility since they landed in this new land.  Lord and Lady Whatsis, well, I fully recollect them being trades people at home, the wife was a school teacher and he was a butcher of sorts.  So, I suppose if they choose to live their new lives with the pretense of a lie, that is their business and I will not disclose their falsehoods.  I know that more than just a few people in Gilneas yearned to have that nobility crown, well, I can tell you from experience, it isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be when you get out into the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I know that I am just breaking into the edges of this land of Kalimdor and I have visited the large city in the Eastern Kingdom called Stormwind.   I can’t say that I was that thrilled with Stormwind due to the overcrowding, however, it is all a new beginning and I won’t let anyone spoil that wonder for me.   To begin one’s life anew is not something that one should throw carelessly away by clinging too hard to your past.   Let the past bury itself and live for the now and for the things that come – that’s what I fully plan on doing.

I know that I am going to live my life as it is and take what joy I can from being granted a second chance whether it came from this Elune or from the Light – it’s new, it’s exciting and I have finally convinced myself that I have no real regrets of things that have happened in the past.  Yes, there is a part of me that feels horrible for what befell my family at my own hand, however, the beast was the one that did the killing, not me the man.

Alexander Brandric

 

Haven’t Written In A While


July 1st

Dear Journal,

Here it is already a new month and things are pretty much status quo here in Darnassus.  Felley and I looked around Stormwind when we went visiting last and I think that we are going to stay in Darnassus for a good long while yet.

We found several different places to live in Stormwind; however, they were rather costly and would have taken the pack fund down to almost nothing, which is something that I refuse to do at this point.  We all know that winter is right around the corner and that the game is a little tougher to get at that point.  Not to mention, the pelts that we will need to sell in order to make it through the cold.  It’s going to be interesting this year.

I think that the pack as a whole is doing really well and the people are working together as a team.  I never realized how much of a disruption Sonshine was to the pack until after he left.  We’re a happy group and we all seem to get along rather well.

The good thing is by not taking a place to live in Stormwind, we were able to find suitable quarters for Abigayle and for Caldwic.  At least they aren’t living with us anymore all of the time.  I know that the lack of privacy was starting to make me a bit more than crazed.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed having them stay with us for a while; however, it was very cramped in there. 

I’m proud to announce that Abigayle and Caldwic have learned how to control their wolf forms a lot better.  Poor Caldwic had a terrible time with his and would slip into his Wolf without even thinking two seconds about it.  We all try to maintain our human forms when we are in cities or the towns to avoid any problems with the other humans which will arise once in a while.  There are people that still don’t understand that there are people living in those wolves that they throw stones at sometimes.

At least we’ve all made several trips to Stormwind to sell out pelts and to see the sights a few more times since I last wrote and we’re accumulating some extra money.  Naturally, anytime we go, the girls have to go shopping for a few things.  Felley has been getting a few bolts of cloth now and then to make some dresses for them, which will be nice when we are in town and they want to get dressed up a little bit.  We’ve made a few more friends in Stormwind, however, none that seem like we might want to join a pack with them or anything.

It sure does seem as though we do run into more packs all of the time these days.  There seem to be more Gilnean stranded far from home.  I keep thinking that maybe one of these days that we will be able t take our homeland back, however, that could be a long time down the road.  Of course, it won’t ever be the same place that we once lived either and we all realize that.  It’s just that even though we have been welcomed in Darnassus and Stormwind, you always feel like you don’t quite belong.

I know that sometimes when we are out in wilds hunting that our good friend Sonshine has been stalking us.  As far as I know, he hasn’t joined up with any other pack that are based out of Darnassus and that’s no wonder.  Word spread pretty quickly about his behavior in our pack and how he had treated Abigayle when they were together. 

That was indeed a sad situation and I do wish that Felley and I had known about what was really going on long before we did.  Not only was Sonshine taking all of Abigayle money that she earned, he was actually beating her on a regular basis if she didn’t have any money.  Of course, that’s where Caldwic became involve with things – he was Abigayle’s friend and he was trying to protect her from Sonshine.  He admits that it wasn’t much of a fight because he didn’t know how to control Wolf and Sonshine knew all of the right things to do to get him to turn.  Well, that’s over and done with and we shouldn’t have to deal with Sonshine McBride very often.  We just make sure that we all stay close together in the wilds and not give him a chance to attack any of us.  I don’t know what his purpose is other than to intimidate the two youngest members of the pack, however, it’s working.

I know that we have all gotten into kind of a routine with our hunting and that’s nice because that means we know what each of us is supposed to be doing on a given day and a given time.  No one seems to mind having at least one day’s rest in there in either because even though times might be hard, you need that one day where you can do whatever you want to do – or at least I do.

Of course, I still go help out the Sentinels now and again, which Felley still doesn’t know about because she would be upset that I am putting myself at risk each time I do one of these little mercenary duties.  It’s not all bad and the money is good and these Sentinels still don’t know what I look like in human form because I always “chance” upon them as the Wolf.

Well, I suppose that I should stop writing in my journal and get busy because our rest day was yesterday and I took full advantage of it.  I know that sleeping most of the day away wasn’t what some of the others had in mind, however, I was tired and that’s what I wanted to do with my free time.  Naturally, I got the tsk-tsk from Felley even if she was smiling when she did it.

Oak

In The Beginning…This Is How It Will Be


May 17th

Dear Journal,

Miss Felicity gave me this book and told me that I should write my thoughts down in it and keep track of things.  I suppose that it helps you somewhat figure out what has happened to you since the Curse, is it a Curse or is it a blessing in some ways. I guess that it would help if I could track the involuntary changes that I still have a problem with, maybe I’m not strong enough in character because it does seem to happen at the most inopportune times.

My name is Darren Caldwic, I’m approximately 21 years old. Yes, yes, I look a lot younger, however, I suppose that I will find that a blessing when I’m older but not right now.  People tend to treat me as young man, not a boy, just a very young man.

I grew up in Duskhaven, an only child born to an older couple that were probably very surprised at my creation considering their ages.  I grew up living a very sheltered life because my Mother was always afraid that I would get hurt or something.  I spent a lot of my time reading and a lot of time with my studies.  My Father didn’t want me to become too much of a Mother’s boy and decided to take me hunting and teach me the way of the forest, which I find rather ironic because he was a blacksmith and my Mother a seamstress.  We were town people, we didn’t wander too far out into the wilds very often. 

I’ll admit that I wasn’t a great hunter, a passable one at best, however, I always put on the front with my Father that I truly enjoyed it.  I hated killing animals and really had no desire to try to skin them, they were living beings moments before my arrow took their lives.  Well, to be honest, I was too awkward skinning and I am sure that it would have taken me days to get one animal skinned which truly irritated my Father.

I know that the one thing that I enjoyed the most about the forest were the different plants, trees and other things, not just the animals.  I actually started recording the plants that I had gathered, drew pictures of them, in color and started keeping a record of the different plants that I had seen.  It was something that I really enjoyed and it brought a certain amount of joy to me.

My schooling was at home until I reached a point to where my Mother could no longer teach me anything and it was off to school with the other children.  I can assure you that I had my fair share of bloody noses and having my lunches taken from me by the older and larger children.  However, I learned quickly how to take care of myself thanks to the lessons my Father gave me behind his shop. Oh there were many tears shed on my part because I didn’t like to fight.

Where my real forte in my life as a child was my love of learning and artwork.  Not a manly thing that could be paraded around in front of one’s parents friends, however, I was pretty well satisfied that the majority of the people considered me a bit odd and rather bookish.

Nothing would do that I start to mingle with some of the young people of my age group, my parents insisted that I needed to do that even though I always felt a bit awkward when I would attend some of the parties. Oh yes, I discovered girls and that made life even more complicated.  I even had a girlfriend of a sort, she was nice and we did all the things that young people are expected to do.  I found that I was quite good at dancing and later I discovered that I was one of the favorite dance partners at these gatherings.  Of course, that left me open for more bullying from the more manly fellows.

What it all boils down to is that I finished my schooling, my grades were at such a level that I went on to higher learning and became a school teacher myself. Oh how I loved teaching, I enjoyed the children and like to see their faces light up when they would learn something new. I used to take some of them on field trips and we would gather plants, talk about the different animals that lived in the forest as well as try to talk about some of the books that they had read outside of school.  It was fun, it was a happy time for me. 

I had a happy life in my opinion and was very comfortable with it.  I was very happy living in Gilneas behind that wall, it gave us all a shelter from the rest of the world and we all knew what was expected of us – we were happy or most of us were. Of course, things changed.  Not only were my parents getting to be rather elderly and needed my help and financial support, they also needed to know that I wouldn’t leave them behind in their old age.  Part of me wishes that I had because they might have survived longer.

I think we were all ill-prepared for the onslaught of Lady Sylvannas and her Forsaken abominations when they descended on our fair land.  I know that we were not prepared for the plagues that they created and we were not prepared for the Curse.

I was living in a fool’s paradise, living my life as if nothing were happening around me, going to school and teaching the children, however, those field trips were a thing of the past with the onslaught getting closer to our city.  Eventually, the children stopped coming to school, their parents were trying to escape the troubles that were being visited upon us.

Worgen!  I will never forget my first sight of the beasts for as long as I live.  With the school being located on the edge of town, I was sitting there grading some papers and happened to glance out the window when I saw my first group of them.  They were indeed creatures of nightmare proportions, beasts that were even fierce as they started coming out of the forest.  I tried to escape and return to my home where my parents were.

On my way back to town, at a very fast pace, I might add, I heard a cry for help.  As I look back on it, I should have ignored that cry and kept on my way home.  I found the poor fellow crying out for help and was doing my best to bandage his wounds and help him back to town. We were attacked by worgen and I was bitten – the rest is history. The poor fellow that was wounded was wrested from my grasp and I’m sure that his survival met a sad end.

When I made my way to my parents house, I knew there was something wrong.  The front door had been ripped from its hinges and the inside of the house was a tumultuous wreck.  The blood was everywhere and I found my parents’ bodies in the parlor where it appeared that they had tried to escape – my Father’s rifle lay on the floor, broken.  I didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of them because the worgen were still in the house – I ran.

I won’t go into all of the gory details of what transpired during my last few days in Gilneas.  It will forever be imprinted on my mind.

Luckily, the Night Elves offered us succor and an escape from our homeland. Oh, I’m still mourning the loss of my loved ones as I mourn my loss for my own humanity.  I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that there is no cure from the Curse and I’m learning how to cope with what the Light has bestowed upon me.

I met a young woman in Darnassus that was of the same ilk as myself.  Her name is Abigayle Anderson and she is a very gentle and kind person.  How she ever got involved with someone like her boyfriend is beyond me.  He was a complete polar opposite of her.  He was a drunken lout that liked to hit women.

I will admit that I was at a loss physically when I tried to rescue Abby from one of his beatings and that’s when I discovered the power and the true exhilaration of the Wolf.  I had changed several times before under moments of duress and stress, however, I had never had it happen like this before.  Oh yes, he was much more experienced with this fighting and I’ll admit that I did slink off in defeat, however, the altercation got enough attention from those living in the area that he was driven off.

That’s how I came to meet Miss Felicity and her mate, I suppose, Abner Oakelsey.  I guess Oak, as he likes to be called is an Alpha and has formed his own little pack which this other fellow and Abby were members.  I guess there had been trouble with the pack and the drunk driven away from there as well. Of course, Abby was the main reason that I was accepted into the pack and they seemed to be impressed that I was an inscriptionist.  Miss Felicity was a lady back in Gilneas and is very well educated – at least we have that in common.

I really don’t have many people that I have been able to talk with and haven’t formed any kind of bonds with anyone since my arrival in Darnassus.  I will give this pack life a try.  At least, maybe, they can teach me how to control what I’ve become.  Abby is very happy to be away from her old boyfriend and is staying with Oak and Miss Felicity. 

One thing that I do know is that I will learn to accept this new Fate that the Light has bestowed upon me or I will be destroyed eventually.  At least now I can leave the confines of Darnassus and start exploring this new world.  I’m looking forward to it, I ‘m looking forward to getting back to the things that I enjoy. Unfortunately, I don’t see any children here in the city although there are several women that appear to be with child which means they have no need for a school teacher at this point. I will have to rely solely on my abilities as an herbalist and inscriptionist to make my way – oh yes, I can go out and hunt although that really isn’t where my true talents lie.

Miss Felicity was correct in the assumption that writing all the things down does seem to ease the pain a bit.  Never thought much about keeping a journal as being therapeutic, however, I do feel better now.  At least I have something in mind, goals, things that I can plan on doing for my future and not just sitting here under the trees wondering about what might happen next.

Darren

 

 

 

 

Just Adventuring in Kalimdor…


May 16th

Dear Journal,

Well, I knew that it was bound to happen after some of the things that happened between myself and Sonshine.   The alpha males had to finally have it out and it cost the pack a member in the end.  No, it wasn’t one of those “to-the-death” kind of battles, however, when all was said and done, Sonshine just packed up his kit and left.

Felley and I both thought that Abigail would leave with him but she didn’t.  She said that she didn’t want to go because Sonshine was drinking a lot and he hit her.  That just astounded Felley to no end.  For a man to strike a woman at any time is inexcusable to the both of us.  However, I knew Sonshine had a wild streak and I had seen the meanness of his character show up long before the Curse and our leaving Gilneas forever. However, I hated to lose an old friend, however, I suppose that there would have been trouble eventually, maybe it’s for the best that the fight happened.

Oh, he definitely got in a few good shots and I did get some of fur ruffled more than a bit during the fight.  I’ll be paying for the fight with some sore ribs for a while, however, he lost his temper completely and that’s why he lost the fight.  He was so blinded by his own rage that he couldn’t see what was really going on.  He let the Wolf take over completely.   I know that I was just going to teach him a lesson or two for his loud-mouth and the way that he was acting all resentful when we had a good hunt and he didn’t bag the most game or the profit.

What profit?  What he didn’t realize is that I would take the skins and sell them, take what monies were owed to me as an individual while taking a percentage of that and putting it in a little fund for the pack.  Since Felley and I seem to be the parents of the group, we feel like we need to help take care of the rest of them.  It’s only right that we should do that, right?  Sure, we all have those little emergencies that come up that cost us more than what we can afford, that’s where the pack fund comes in.

From what Abigail has told Felley, I’m glad that I set some money aside like we had planned because it seems that Sonshine was taking his money and Abigail’s money and doing whatever he chose with it.  That means that Abigail is probably one hungry young lady and I noticed that she really doesn’t have a place to live on her own.  I guess she’s been living with the rest of the Worgen under the big tree in Darnassus.  I wish I had realized what was going on before now because Sonshine and I would have had this discussion a lot earlier. 

Poor little thing girl is still trying to adjust to the changes in her life and to have a drunkard hitting her is just heartbreaking.  No wonder she acted like she was afraid to say anything at all there for a while. When she first joined the pack, she would always flirt with me and tease Felley and then that stopped, now we know why. 

Felley went with her to gather up her few belongings that she had of her own and that’s when we found out where she had been staying.  Yes, there is a carriage parked under the tree and I guess that Abigail had laid claim to the space underneath it to sleep and to keep her stuff.  I’m sure she’s missing quite a few things if she left it for any length of time unattended.  Seems that she didn’t have all that much, not even enough to fill up a small satchel.  Well, I guess we’ll be sharing some room space with the girl until we can find another place for her to live on her own.  Oh, we’re still a pack, however, a man and woman do need some privacy and some distance from other people now and then.

Abigail asked Felley if she could bring a young friend along, someone new to the city.  I didn’t have any problem with it at all, anyone is welcome until they prove that they aren’t what we are looking for in the pack.  This young fellow is barely out of his teens, however, seems like he is a good herbalist and inscriptionist, which is something that we will always need.  We’ll give a try and see how things work out. You never know when you’ll need some “special papers” and Abigail seems to think highly of him.  I get that was because he was kind to her even though he got knocked on his butt by Sonshine when he saw him hanging around.

After all of the stuff with Sonshine and Abigail, I really didn’t feel like I wanted to actually spend a whole lot of time talking to anyone.  I guess that’s my human side coming out and wanting to get off and think things through.  Luckily, Felley is a very understanding woman and once she made sure that I wasn’t injured, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, a pat on the rump and told me to come home soon.   I just needed to get away.

I went over to the mainland and did some hunting and skinning since we had some contracts that called for specific kinds of leather.  If I was going off to be by myself, at least I could do something that would help us all. 

Darkshore is kind of depressing when you first lay eyes on it.  You can tell that it once was a beautiful place before Deathwing did his thing and flooded it all.  Now, the roving elementals just make it a bit dicey to get through the area before you can get in for some proper hunting. I hate seeing all of those beautiful buildings broken and you can tell that there was once a thriving community there on those shores.

I know that I spent a few hours mourning the loss of my friendship with Sonshine.  I was just remembering how things had been in Gilneas and how he and I would hunt together, yes, we would drink and chase the girls before I got married.  We had some good times, however, he was always more than a bit aggressive when he had too much to drink.  We had fights back then too, however, things are different since the Curse and we left our homeland.  We’re all struggling trying to come to some kind of compromise with our situation.  The old ways just aren’t going to work here.  Oh well, he’s gone and that’s all I can look at it now – he made the decision to leave and I didn’t beg him to stay either.  I think that I had finally reached my limit with his constant complaining about how things weren’t fair in this new land.  Hello, stupid, the real clue is that we’ve been Cursed, there is no cure and you’re going to have to adapt to how things are now.  The old life is gone for good.  My wife had always told me that Sonshine was going to be trouble some day and I’ll be blessed that she gave me that warning before I lost her.

I got more than enough leather to fill the contracts that we had on-hand and I’m sure that means that we will be making another trip to Stormwind in the next week or two to hand our stock in and collect our money.  Money will be nice to have.

I didn’t tell Felley that I ran into some Horde while I was out and I sure won’t tell her that I let the Wolf have free reign.  I can’t believe how much I enjoyed killing those Orcs and Forsaken after seeing some of the destruction that they were causing on the land.  Even closed behind our walls in Gilneas we would hear the tales of how the Horde dealt with things – we are a prime example of how they dealt with some things.  I think I took special joy in killing the Forsaken and I don’t think I left too much behind in the way of bodies that weren’t broken and scattered around.  No, I didn’t get wounded and no, I didn’t partake of any of the “meat” that might have been there, I’m not that kind of Wolf. Besides, I was helping out some Sentinels.

The funny thing is that these Sentinels wouldn’t recognize me if they saw me walking down the street some day because I stayed in wolf form the entire time that I was with them.  I actually made some extra money while I spent those couple of hours clearing out the area with them.  Of course, I could keep any loot that I might want to keep from my kills, there was no quibbling or stacking it up to be split amongst the group.  I guess this means that I’m a mercenary now, which isn’t all that bad, the pay seems to be real good.

I am just going to relax in Darnassus today though.  I’m tired.  What started out to be a trip on my own that only lasted a couple of days and nights just to think about things really turned out to be quite an adventure and very profitable.  I think the next time that we take the pack out for a romp, we’ll wander a bit further South and see what else there is to see.

 It will be a good thing for us to start operating in a larger area anyway.  I just have a strange feeling that Sonshine isn’t quite done with us yet. If we give him a wider berth, I don’t think that he will be able to cause us much trouble either. The people here in Darnassus know who and what he is, so, I’m sure that we’ll be safe when we’re in town. I’ll have to see how this new kid works out too, he’s still pretty green with the Curse and I don’t know if he has a real control over himself yet. We can get that tested out in time.

Oak