Changes…New Battles To Be Won


October 26th

Dear Journal,

It’s been a while since I have had an opportunity to write anything down or lacked the time and privacy to sit down and reflect on things.  Kae and I are back in Halfhill for the time being and enjoying being on the farm together.  After all, this is our home and the only place that we have lived together that was our own.  It’s nice to be back home for a bit. 

Things must have started winding down rather quickly for both factions in Draenor because most of us as Commanders of our Garrisons were told that we had to report for duty back on Azeroth.  Well, we found out that while we were out rescuing people on Draenor, the Legion had started infiltrating Azeroth with a vengeance.   I guess it became very apparent that we had a full-scale invasion going on and that all our troops were needed – both Horde and Alliance.   Kae and I haven’t seen that much action yet, however, we know that we will be reassigned to another Sentinel group and sent on our merry way, just as we have done in the past.  Neither of us is happy about the changes and I know that we will probably have to make quite a few adjustments.

Just when I started thinking that it was time for us to take our vows at the Moonwell in Darnassus and celebrate with the family, the Legion decided to take on our attention.  I know I never have fought them in the past and they were a big shock to me when we landed on the Isle.  I’ve seen a few things that were remotely resembling them in Tanaan, however, these are much more powerful and much bigger or they just seem bigger to me.  I know that Kae had such high hopes for the vows, however, we both decided that it wouldn’t hurt to make a slight delay until we could find out what the plans are for our duties – I wish we could get out of this, however, I don’t think that there is a way.  I don’t think that Mom or Dad could buy us out of the service at this point – all hands are needed.

Mom and Dad both got the same orders that Kae and I did, they took off to Nagrand to recharge their batteries as they laughingly referred to it.  Kae and I are both old enough to know what they were going to do with that big house all to themselves and just a few servants around.  Hey, I get it – it’s not too embarrassing to think of your parents doing the same things that we do even if they are old.

I guess that Kae and I could go ahead with our vows and keep the celebration rather low-key instead of having the celebration that we would have liked to have had.  I wish that we could get the house back in Dalaran since the Horde are now allowed to have access to the city again.  Our backyard would have been a perfect place to have the reception, if everything is still standing like it was before.  I guess the house was damaged quite a bit when it was taken over for office spaces and barracks for the soldiers per my Mom.  Mom said that Dad was already negotiating with the people in Dalaran to get the property back and doesn’t seem to care about the cost – he always did love that place.  Maybe if I can talk Kae into waiting for a little while longer, we could still have the reception there or maybe just have it later.  I don’t know, she seems rather sensitive about delaying things lately.  I guess I need to sit down with her and have a long talk and find out what is bothering her.

 

I know that one of our neighbors isn’t happy with the situation in Halfhill right now because his family disappeared and he has been spending most of his time trying to find them.  I know that we are all involved in finding out any information that we can about Romy and the two kids – we even have some of the people from the two companies looking for them too.  Poor Dawnglory has never looked so bereft and old in his life.  Poor man is just devastated.  Of course, Romy’s family is trying to find her too.  The last thing that Dawnglory heard from her was that she was going to Northrend to spend some time with the family up there and no one has seen or heard from her since then.

Well, looks like Kae and I are going to head out to one of our favorite places to do laundry – that’s the one thing we don’t have on the farm, a proper place to wash clothes.  I don’t mind that it though because it gives us an excuse to get away from people for a while, fish and have a picnic amongst other things.

Kal

 

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

 

I Hate To Admit When I Am Right…


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

 

October 3rd

 

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fnor Morningstar

 

Time Is Standing Still…


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

 

August 8th

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Fnor Morningstar

Thinking of Things in the Past…Looking Forward


 

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

 

May 31st

Dear Journal,

I’m sitting here on the front steps of my headquarters in the Garrison and wondering about a whole plethora of  things that I have been thinking about since we came to Draenor.  I would like to say that I am sitting here in my robes, coffee and cigarettes at the ready, however, that is not the case.  It’s too damned cold to be sitting around in robes and I always seem to be stuck in my usual uniform of armor and weapons at the ready – you never know when some fool will decide to attack your Garrison even though we’re fully armed to the teeth and have yet met any kind of defeat from the useless attacks.

I wish I could just sit here and enjoy what little bit of sunlight and warmth we get in this Light Forsaken tundra without people walking by, snapping too and saluting before they move only if I return the salutation.  I would love to be sitting on the steps in Halfhill on the farm, what the plants grown and feeling the warm sunlight, birds singing and watching some of the non-lethal insects zipping around the crops.  I would love to be able to sit here with a hot steaming cup of my coffee for longer than five minutes and get to enjoy that wonderful aroma and flavor.  I truly miss those quiet peace times in Pandaria that we were able to enjoy there at the last.

I don’t know how anyone else feels about being in Draenor, however,  I am one of those people that only thinks about the time that we will finally be able to leave here.  The world seems to be vast and the people that we have been in contact with are really hospitable in ways that I wouldn’t think it were possible.  I know that we came here to fight the Iron Horde, however, there are times that I wonder how the people actually feel because it was almost like we were invading for the sake of invading.   Are we here to rescue the inhabitants or are we here to help ourselves to their resources as we have historically done in every military action.  Every time I think about the military actions that I have been involved in over the years, it makes me realize that I am getting up there in years even for a Blood Elf.

I know that it hasn’t been easy for me to keep my mind completely wrapped around the fact that I am a commander of a garrison.  I know that I have been a commander before, however, it has always been over a group of Rangers, not a conglomerate of people and resources.   I definitely feel more comfortable with the idea of dealing with Rangers than I do these other things.

No, I’m not a miner, nor a gardener nor do I feel comfortable dealing with all of the forging and the like.  No, I’m not feeling comfortable in sending people out on missions that I would much rather be a part of rather than to continue to sit in my garrison while they are off having these adventures.  I’m old school enough to feel comfortable in delegating out tasks instead of having to attend to a lot of them myself.  I’m a soldier, not an administrator – I usually hire people to take care of things like that for me.

I did get a letter from my wife and she is on her way to Draenor, that is good news and bad, all at the same time.  I know that I have been so lonely these last few months that I could hardly stand it and to think that there might be a huge possibility of us getting together in the near future is almost a numbing kind of reality.  I know that I have felt like a part of my life was missing when she hasn’t been near me and being in Draenor really brought that feeling home to me much more than any other time than we have been apart.  To hear that lilting laughter and the occasional Kaldorei curse about something that she isn’t too pleased with, is something that I have totally missed .   Unfortunately, there isn’t a neutral city in this world where we can meet, however, we have been able to get through the obstacles like that before.

I know that it is sometimes hard for me to believe that the two of us have been together for all of this time.  I was a very young man when we met in the Northern Barrens and she was a very young Sentinel on her first assignment in the area.  I sit here and smile whenever I think about all of those strange circumstances that brought us together  all those years ago.  The fact that we should have been sworn enemies really never deterred us from letting our relationship  grow – it may have been the fact that it was exciting and different and we were at the rebellious stages in our life, I’ll never know for sure, however, I know that there is no doubt in my mind that I am still very much in love with my wife and she with me.  To think that we have two sons together is some kind of miracle to me and I will never walk away from that, our children are true extensions of ourselves.

I wonder sometimes how some of my friends would react if they knew that my “wife” that I seem to keep hidden away and protected is a Kaldorei.  I think that a few of them would be okay with it, however, there are a couple that would call me a traitor amongst other things because of the fact that I am supposedly sleeping with the enemy.   I know I definitely wouldn’t give up my mate/wife for any of the political beliefs that I have – I would give everything that I have away to just be able to go somewhere with my wife and live together in peace.

I have also gotten another refusal on my request for leave as well as the request that I put in to resign my commission and to be able to return to Azeroth.  It sure doesn’t seem fair and almost ironic that here we are in a strange place, our home is far away and yet, our duty is needed here.  I wish I could understand the vision of leaders a bit more, which does seem strange, I have yet to see anyone of any greater importance other than an Ambassador show up  to make the Horde presence truly known in that political arena.   This whole thing just seems off kilter in more ways than one.

At least my portals seem to be working here in the Garrison today, which is always a nice thing when you consider what we had to go through before my mages got their acts together.  There could be some underlying magic that I am not acquainted with the keep us from doing certain things in a manner that we have grown accustomed too over the centuries.  Draenor is a beautiful place in a lot of ways, however, I think that we are not adapting  to the environment as well as I might have expected, it could be from the fact that we are so isolated from our own world and timeline – I know it makes me nervous to think about it.

Ah well, I guess Pan and I should get up and start walking around acting like we’re actually in charge of things here and do some o four walks throughout.  It sure does get old when all I long for is to leave this place and not return or at least do something that challenges me as a man and a soldier.

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

In The Beginnin…


*Introducing a new character – Jaxom Perndragon – currently residing on the realm of Sisters of Elune*

 

April 24th

Dear Journal,

I have never kept anything as a journal, however, I know that I have an annoying habit that I feel like this will help out and something that a friend of mine recommended.  I talk to myself a lot because I spend a lot of time alone when I am out in the field and I think that I am losing some of my social skills sometimes because I am often easily distracted when I am in the company of my fellow Rangers.

My name is Jaxom Perndragon and I haven’t got the slightest clue who my parents were nor when I was born, I grew up in the orphanage in Silvermoon City.  The only information that I had available to me was the fact that there was on a yellowed sheet of paper left in the blankets that I was swaddled in that just said that my name was Jaxom.  The surname was surmised from a birthmark that I had on my shoulder that must have looked like a dragon of some sort, which has long since faded away as I’ve gotten older. That’s my early history I guess – not much there when you don’t have a family to speak of  nor anyone else to speak of other than yourself, I suppose.

I never did get adopted because I was always too shy to talk to people if I didn’t know them and I’m sure that the prospective parents weren’t too impressed with me hiding behind the Matron’s skirts when we were introduced.  I guess some of them thought that I was addle pated or at least not real bright because I just didn’t seem to have that spark that they were looking for because I never laughed a lot nor did I smile that much.   I guess one could say that I was probably not the best example of the Sindorei because I definitely wasn’t all that sociable nor was I one of those children that excelled at anything other than my love of nature.  I loved being outdoors and I loved being able to wander around when I had the opportunity, watching the animals, fishing when I could find something to fish with. Yeah, I guess I was kind of born a hermit.

I did well as could be expected in my schoolwork and did rather well with some things, reading and writing seemed to be my forte and I enjoyed drawing or artwork to a certain point although I didn’t exactly excel at it as some of my other friends did.  I did learn the math that we were given and that was a good thing because it has stood me in good stead and I can at least do most of the sums in my head.  Yeah, I can learn how to save money so that I won’t starve to death, however, that isn’t much of a worry as long as I stay with the Rangers.

The Matrons tried to get me interested in some of the finer things such as magic or even the priesthood and that didn’t work out well at all.  I kept falling asleep in my classes that dealt with the priesthood and it wasn’t a good thing to do and we won’t even discuss the magic or the thoughts of becoming a mage – I couldn’t even make it through the first semester and was told by my instructor that he had never had anyone in his classes that he could actually say that didn’t have a hint of magic in my mind.  Well, we can’t all be mages and the idea of healing people as a priest made me want to throw up, forget the religious text.  Guess that knocked out the idea of me become something as great as a Paladin too.

I guess I could have tried a little harder to become a tradesman although that really didn’t appeal to me at all because I didn’t want to be stuck in a building all day.  I did work for a time with a tailor and he finally told me that I wasn’t suited for the work due to my daydreaming.

When the time came for me to pick a profession the matrons all agreed that maybe I should try something that was more structured, maybe a blacksmith or maybe a tailor or maybe just put me in the military and let them sort it out for me.  Well, I guess you could say that it got sorted out for me. The military was the only thing that seemed to be a reasonable fit for me.  I took to the Ranger training like a water fowl takes to the water and I’ve never looked back.  I guess I had some kind of natural ability with bows and I learned how to skin animals and do leatherworking without so much as a hitch in my work.  I can turn out a good pair of boots when the mood strikes me, at least.

I’m spending a lot of time with the other Rangers patrolling around Silvermoon and so far, the Ghostlands are about as spooky as the name would imply.   There are creatures and spirits out there that I had only heard tell of at the orphanage and to actually see them in the flesh has definitely been a jolt to my system.   I wonder what other stories that I was told when I was growing up are going to turn out to be true?  That’s a scary thought in of itself and I am truly not a coward, however, it does make me very nervous most of the time.  I think that the scourge left over from the war many years ago are the worst things so far because from a distance, they can still be mistaken for a man although you can kind of tell they aren’t by the jerky way that they are moving.  The first one that I killed, I was just mortified that I had taken it’s life and after everyone explained to me that they were reanimated corpses and had no souls left.  That made me question the Forsaken walking around the city, aren’t they kind of the same?  I’m sure that the Forsaken still have their souls even if they sometimes eat things that they kill including people…that thought really makes me nervous because I know that we all have to go spend some time in the Undercity and will have to work with them – I hope I don’t become someone’s dinner, I’m sure that Blood Elves don’t taste that good, I hope.

Well, I think that I have written enough here because I am tired of writing and I don’t feel much like talking – there isn’t anyone awake here in the barracks anyway because it’s that late.

 

Jaxom Perndragon.

 

 

 

Still Searching…


April  15th

Dear Journal,

I haven’t written in a while because there just doesn’t seem much to report on or even to hang onto my memories.  I have spent months going through my Ranger training and I have put in for transfers every single time that I have been at a point where I could hopefully qualify to no avail.  I know that it is kind of hard to realize that I have spent all of these months just to track down this man that may or may not be my Father or not. Why is it so important for me to find him at this point?

I think my biggest thing is that I want him to acknowledge my existence, I want him to recognize the fact that he left my Mother to suffer the indignity of having a child out of wedlock and basically ruined her life.  I want him to know that there were consequences to his actions to take responsibility for it.  Am I being childish?  I don’t think so, I want to be able to take my real surname and feel some pride in the fact and not be just another bastard that was sired by a man having a fling with a woman of questionable morale character.

My Mother was a wonderful woman.   She was beautiful, she loved life and she really would have made some man happy because she was a very caring person.  Her one mistake in her life that allowed me to be born colored part of her life that made her feel as if she weren’t as good as her friends.  I know that her family tried to get her married off a couple of times, however, once the fact came out that she had a child already kind of killed any of the contracts that they would try to make for her.  She often times would sigh and be sad for a time after one of these marriages fell through and I could tell that it made her feel that wasn’t worthy of being happy.  I know that she would talk about my Father sometimes and I always felt that she was trying to make me realize that he wasn’t an uncaring person and that there had to be a reason why he never came back to her.

What I have been able to find out about this Dawnglory is the fact that he has always been a rounder and a drinker.  He has had many women in his life and he never has seemed to settle with just one woman because he was either afraid of the commitment or he wasn’t a person that cared for his partner enough to want to stay with him.  What little information that I had about him the last time I had any gold to buy the information was that he was in Pandaria as a second-in-command to this Fnor Morningstar.  I’ve also been able to find out something about this fellow as well – seems he’s a pretty stand-up guy and is well respected by people in Silvermoon – is that from the massive wealth that he has accumulated over the years?  I have no idea.  I just know that the two men are still Rangers and they are still serving our countrymen by doing their military duty.

I think that I can understand how people were and still are complaining about Orgrimmar.  I’m not overly fond of the place.  It’s dirty, it’s noisy and there are just too many Orcs.  I’m not saying that I dislike them or anything because I’m sure that they aren’t too thrilled with having all of these races in their city either.   I have found myself staying more in the Tauren area of the city because it seems like it is a little bit cleaner and I know that the Tauren keep things fairly quiet in their area.

I know that I was passing through the city yesterday and noticed a building that was being repaired and noticed that they were putting a sign out front and the name caught my attention.  Morningstar  Enterprises – the very same one that is in Silvermoon City too.  I guess I’ll keep my eyes peeled and do some investigating around to find out more about this Morningstar thing and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to catch Dawnglory here in Orgrimmar and I won’t have to keep working my tail off trying to get to Pandaria or this new place that everyone is talking about.

I know that I will have to get this situation resolved before I can truly get on with my life and to have the peace of mind that I feel like I deserve.

 

Hanlin Darkstrider