Things I Need To Do…


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

March 27th

Dear Journal,

You just know that things are not going the way that you’ve planned when you just sit here and wonder if you’re talking to yourself about things that don’t really matter or they matter, however, only to you. I am still sitting in my Garrison in Draenor and wondering how in the heck things got so screwed up – well, I know how it got screwed up, I just followed my orders against my better judgment and to protect my homeland.  There are times that I question my mental faculties and my loyalty offsetting my true feelings on some things.

I put a request in through the so-called “chain of command” to take some time off since it’s been months since I have been able to get back to Azeroth to see some of the people I care about and to check on things with my own eyes.  I know that it isn’t something that I would have thought too strongly about except for the fact that I feel that we have been cut off here in this strange land, other timeline, whatever in the heck they want to call it these days

When I was in Azeroth, it didn’t take all of this hoop jumping to get some time off to spend with your family, however, here in Draenor, there seem to be more hoops added than ever before. When I wanted to take some time away from my duties in Azeroth, it was just a matter of putting someone else in charge of things and I would be on my merry way.  Not here, I have to make sure that my Garrison is properly covered for the time that I will be gone not only with the personnel, also with the  proper paperwork for authorization to do those duties.  Seems like we have more pencil pushers running things than we have soldiers this time around.  Are we going to accomplish the things that we are supposed to do while filling out forms in triplicate of everything that we are doing – I barely have time to run scouting missions these days because I am busy filling out the reports for the people that are actually doing them.

I know that we are getting mail from Azeroth on a fairly regular basis and I know that I am able to manage some of the things that I have always done through those methods, however, I would like to set my eyes on some of the stuff that is going on, not that I don’t trust Zippie because I definitely do.  I just want to get out of the freezing cold and endless cold where my Garrison is located.

I want to see some of the people that haven’t made the transition to Draenor yet.  I want to be able to go to the farm in Pandaria, I want to be able to hold my wife in my arms – so many things that I personally want to do to make me feel that there is a true reason why I am here in Draenor and cut off from everything that I have loved.

Fnor Morningstar

 

Dooddah Goes To The Faire…


March 4th

Dear Journal,

I know it wasn’t very nice of me to fool my sister, Zippie, however, when she kept asking for someone to go to Orgrimmar to pick up some contracts and check on our old warehouse there, I was all but jumping for joy.  Of course, Uncle Zednick could have done the tasks because he’s already over there, however, Zippie said that she wanted someone that she could trust to get the job done – which kind of left me.

So, off I went to Orgrimmar, filled with excitement about visiting the city and not being supervised by Uncle Zednick.  I could feel free to wander around and visit with some of my old friends while I was there as well as seeing how things have changed since Garrosh left.

One of the things that stayed in the back of my mind was the fact that the Faire was in town and I could spend some time there just having fun after I got my work done.  I could ride the rides, play the games as many times as I wanted too as well as eating all of the food that I wanted to eat the last time and didn’t get the change.

Oh, what a great time I had although I will have to admit that I got kind of sick after drinking so many fizzy drinks that I felt like I was going to explode, hope I didn’t mess up the people too much when I ended up throwing up on the people below when I was flying around with those silly wings and going through the rings.  Maybe they were just Alliance people, if that was the case, I’m sorry but not nearly as sorry as I would have been if they had been Horde.  I had so much and didn’t really notice the time as closely as I should have, I suppose.

There were just so many things to see that I hadn’t had the chance to see before because the others were too busy wanting to go to other places.   I even got my fortune read although I don’t know what she meant about success with my ventures – I’m not venturing anything, I’m just doing my job.

Whoa, I don’t know what they gave that turtle at the ring toss this time because he was sure zipping around like he had rockets under his shell.  It was pretty hard to hit that post on this back.  I tried asking what they gave the turtle to speed him up and the girl there wouldn’t tell me.  I wouldn’t mind giving my crab, Salad, some stuff to speed him up sometimes. I would even share some of the stuff with Panmoshu, my Panderan friend,  to give to her turtle, Soup, to see if he wouldn’t pick up the pace a little bit.  Oh well, may I’ll find out one of these days.

Oh, they added a new race on the beach.  I don’t think I did very well with it because I got lost a couple of days and hit a few things that I shouldn’t and got shot off into the water.  I’m sure that my race time was dead last, however, that’s okay, I still had fun.  I know that I wish they had cleared out some of those big wolves that seemed to wander through the race track area sometimes and scared me half to death – at least my mount kept running and I didn’t get eaten.

It was fun and I don’t regret slipping off to go over there with a few of my buddies from Orgrimmar, however, I know that Zippie will be kind of upset that I took the extra time to have some fun instead of racing back to Silvermoon with the contracts I picked up.  Oh yeah, the warehouse looks great and it looks like the Boss made his decision already because there were some Orcs putting up a new sign over the doors that said “Morningstar Enterprises” on it.  I wonder if we will be moving back here to live, it might be a nice change for us because I will have to admit that it makes me nervous being around all of those elves all of the time.  I hope we can get our little house back or at least have a nice size area upstairs to live again since the Princess has moved on with her life – we hope she has, at least.

Well, time for me to get some sleep and start back to Silvermoon tomorrow so I can turn in this stuff and let Zippie know about the warehouse.   It was sure fun getting away on my own for a while – it’s like Zednick and Zippie don’t trust me to be able to handle things on my own because I’m the youngest – well, I can take care of myself fairly well.

Dooddah Prattfall

Nice To Be Back Home…


January 23rd

Dear Journal,

I know, I know, it’s been a while since I have written anything in my journal, however, there really isn’t that much for me to write about because I’m not that exciting of a person, you know?  Yeah, I do things, however, I don’t know that anyone would care about it all that much because it does seem like they are living very exciting lives these days and I’m just not old enough to go along with them yet.

I did enjoy the holidays in Nagrand with the rest of the family although it did make me a bit sad to be there again.  The new house is awesome and I like the fact that I have my own room, that was a plus that I really enjoyed.  I’m not saying that I don’t like staying with my grandparents because I do, however, I do have to share my room with my brother, Volardan, when he deems it necessary to bother to come home. He’s never going to change and  I know that it is a disappointment to my Mom and my grandparents because he is always getting into trouble – they just have to realize that he is what he is and accept it.  He’s got the whole persona down for being a rogue and I don’t think that anyone is going to change that path for him other than himself.

I think what makes me sad when I am in Nagrand and at the new house is that isn’t all that far from where my biological Father was killed in a hunting accident.  I know that Mom and my step-father probably didn’t think about it when they built the place but it’s something that has never left my mind too often.  Of course, the person responsible for it never has admitted that it was his fault either and I know that it hurts me to think that he may not even realize it. Vol won’t say it was him that threw the blade at the beasts and that one act started the stampede that our Father couldn’t escape.  I know that I stood up shortly thereafter and fired a volley of arrows to try to buy Dad some time, however, it was already too late even if had worked, the poor man never stood a chance.  Oh, I’ve forgiven him a long ago, however, the feelings that I do have are very mixed about his not ever coming clean with the truth on it.   Oh well, I can’t dwell on it because he is still my brother and I do love him as my brother, however, I may not like him as a person, which is okay.

I am enjoying the fact that we’re back in Dolonaar and I can go about my business the way that I like it.  No, I am not going to get tangled up with the Sentinels anytime soon, I’m too young, and they have their own way of doing things.  I’ll hunt, fish and sell the skins to my Mom’s company in Stormwind.  It’s a nice way to help out the grandparents and it’s also a way for me to save up some money so that  might be able to travel on my own some day.  I like that idea – I know that Kal likes being able to make his own decisions and it looks like he has been fairly successful with it.

Karing Shadowmoon

 

Making Future Plans…Maybe Dalaran


January 10th

Dear Journal,

Well , I am indeed very happy to be back in Stormwind City after the Winter Veil in Shattrath and Nagrand.  As much as I love my family, it is sometimes very hard to hold my tongue when my Father’s sisters are there and they continuously are taking verbal shots at one another and the youngest one is one that I’d love to morph into something that didn’t speak.

She has a mouth on her and she’s not the brightest person that I have ever met, that is a fact.  Stupid, selfish and just plain mean spirited.  I know that it was all that I could do not to just zap her with an arcane blast or something.  I suppose this is what my Mother meant when she said that the Sindorei have a different way of looking at things, however, she acts like she is doing my Mother a favor just by her showing up and letting us all worship her presence.  I know I really had to watch myself because everything about the girl just rubs me the wrong way, no respect for my Father, no respect for anyone or anything that stands in her way or disagrees with her.  She’s just plain rude, if you ask me.  Well, no one asked me but that’s my opinion.

Yes, the weather is letting itself be known here in Stormwind, it’s windy, there are snowflakes in the air sometimes and the wind just seems to tear through every stitch of clothing that you have on and chills you right to the bone.  I know that I am not a winter person at all and it is becoming more noticeable to me.

I wish that my Dad had been able to come home from Draenor for the holiday because I know that my Mother would have enjoyed everything a lot more than she did, I’m sure.  Oh, she enjoyed having the family at the house in Nagrand even if Kal and Dad weren’t there – there was a way that she would look around sigh sometimes that really made me feel bad for her.  At least the grandparents were there and my youngest sibs, I still want to sheep them every now and again, however, I’m old enough now that I don’t think that it would be appreciated.

My studies are kind of bogging down here in Stormwind and I would like to be able to continue on with them in Dalaran, however, I don’t know that my parents would go along with that all too well.  I don’t think that everyone up there would remember the Morningstar name nor the Shadowmoon – they might remember my Dad in some ways though because he was never one to hide anything that he was doing and he was very proud of his Kaldorei wife.    Some might remember the name of the company though and it’s a good thing that I don’t use Morningstar for my surname, good ol’ Kaldorei custom saves the day again.  Anyway, I am doing some checking on what it would take for me to make the move to Dalaran and how much it would cost if I didn’t have a mentor in place.  I might have to take an internship if it is too expensive and my parents won’t agree to it.

I talked with quite a few other mages that were in Shattrath this year and they are all studying in Dalaran, well, not the Horde mages, just Alliance.  It sounds like it would be rather easy to get my foot in the door if I knew the right people.  I did talk to a couple of the instructors  in Shattrath that were on holiday and they told me that to advance my studies in the Arcane, I would definitely have to spend some time in Dalaran as an apprentice to one of the instructors there.  I got a couple of names to contact and I might sit down and write them this week, giving my qualifications and the names of my current instructors so that they know that I am a serious student and not just a social butterfly or something.

One of the things that I did notice was the library in Shattrath is pretty extensive and I found several volumes that I had never seen before and was able to sit down and read them there without anyone being  aware of my presence.

I don’t know exactly how Kal deals with his eyes being flecked with as much green as they have because it is a dead giveaway for our heritage, however, I have been using a glamour more often as not.  One of the things that I am aware of is that as I have gotten older, my eyes are showing more green, which can let people know right away that you’re a half-breed.  I will admit that the bias that was there is not as bad as it used to be in some places, it still exists.    One of the issues that I may have in getting to further my studies in Dalaran is my heritage.  I guess I’ll have to figure something out to hide that so even my instructors may not notice it.  This will require some further research on my part.

I suppose that I will have to broach the subject to my Mother before she leaves for Draenor to see what she thinks about it and to also ask for some financial aid.  I know that it is very expensive to live in Dalaran  and that the costs of just about everything is much higher than what I am used too.  I hope that she approves and will get my Father to approve of it as well, it would make life so much easier for me if I had their support, if not, well, I may have to start selling things off that I own and find some kind of work to pay for my studies.

Vashlan Shadowmoon

Just Living The Life…


January 8th

Dear Journal,

By the Light!! It has been a long time since I last wrote anything down in my journal and I think that it’s probably because I’ve been rather busy just earning a living.  It isn’t every day that I can just sit around and do nothing, it seems.

Peiling and I have both been busy trying to make a living with our hunting skills and it seems to be working out rather well.  We’re still living in Stormwind and it just seems like we’re comfortable with the way that things are going currently.  I know that our little house is working out nicely for the two of us and I’m still enjoying the cooking.  One thing I have found out about my roomie is that he definitely knows how to cook.   I know that I am really going to have to make myself take some time off though because I can speak for myself with the fact that I haven’t really had any real time off for months.

We had a great time during Winter Veil and I will admit that I did take a day off there.  No sense in working when everyone else is taking the time to enjoy the festivities of the season.  The actual trip to Iron Forge for the gifts was rather uneventful, however, I think that Peiling and I both drank way more than we intended while we were standing around and socializing with some of the people.   If you’re going to get drunk, might as well do it with a nice dwarven stout, right?  The do make some good liquor.  Of course, I know that my roommate thinks that his people are far superior with their brewing, however, we’re not able to get that much in the way of Pandaren brew on a regular basis.

I have to confess that I have run into some rather lovely ladies that were visiting here in Stormwind and would have liked to have been able to spend more time with them, however, with the contracts that Peiling and I have taken on lately from Magdamia, it hasn’t left us much time for personal lives even if they have made us some good money.  I think that even Magdamia would admit that she would like to have more out of life than making a buck.  I keep telling Peiling that money isn’t everything and we ought to “slow down” and enjoy some of the finer things, like getting to socialize with some of the other people here in town.  I know, I know, he’s saving up his money so that he can go home and visit his family in Pandaria.

I’m sitting here looking at my contracts and it looks like I am going to be spending some time in Stranglethorne again.  It’s not like I don’t like the place, it’s the getting there that makes me more tired when I think about it.  At least the hunting will be good and my profits will definitely be better than they have been during the last month.  If I see one more ogre backside at this point, I think that I’ll be physically ill.

Well, enough rambling. I need to go find out where Peiling is going today and maybe we can partner up for a while.

Jake

 

 

 

Is It Too Late To Start Over…


January 7th

Dear Journal,

Well, damn it!!  Here I have spent the last year of my life making my way to Pandaria so that I could get back with Dawnglory and he’s gone again!!  Now, I’m stuck with the Rangers, which I don’t like and now I am stuck with a military obligation that is going to keep me from getting what I have wanted my whole life and it just isn’t fair.  Now, I find out that even my stinking brother is gone from Silvermoon and I was going to ask him to buy me out of the Rangers so that I don’t have to stay here anymore.

Of course, everyone in Halfhill is talking about the people leaving and the ones that are staying behind.  One person I’m seeing staying behind with their brat is Dawnglory’s woman.  She looks like she’s getting fat from sitting on her butt at the farm, wonder who’s doing all of the work now that he’s gone?  I was going to try to make friends with her just so I could find out when Dawnglory’s going to be back, however, I can’t even stomach that thought right now.

All of my plans are down the drain and I’m stuck up here with all of these drunk bears, the Rangers and whatever else the military might decide for me to do.  I tried to talk to my sister at Winter Veil when we were in Shattrath and she told me to shut up and that I only had gotten what I deserved for being deceitful and selfish.  Who the heck does she think she is?    I know her husband or whatever he is overheard it all and he just walked away as if there was nothing going on.   She has no right to say anything about what I’ve done, it’s her fault that our parents are dead because she ran off to be with that guy and they got killed looking for her.  Maybe I should bring that up sometime?

I’ve sent a letter to that Zippie and I hope that she will forward it on to Fnor so that he can make arrangements to buy me out of the service.  I don’t like it and I was only playing along with it because it would get me closer to Dawnglory and if he’s gone from Pandaria, what is to keep me here in the service, not a damned thing. I hope he still isn’t angry with me.

I had planned on talking with my brother at Winter Veil when I was in Nagrand, however, he wasn’t there and it’s doubtful that his wife would want to help me out.  I didn’t even try to ask her about it and with the way that Felaran reacted, I was almost afraid too.  I don’t think that all of the things that I have done should be held against me.  I had my reasons and now that reason has moved again, damn him.

I know I probably can’t start over in Silvermoon again, I’ve burned too many bridges there with some of the so-called friends that I had, however, they have always liked my money, so, maybe there is a chance that I can start over again.  I don’t know, I’m so confused right now. Now, I just have to find some new direction.

Should I put Dawnglory behind me and think about getting involved with someone else?  I can’t, he has been the main focus of my life for so long that I think that I would be lost without that.  Everything that I have ever done or planned for has been with him in mind.  Even if Felaran said that I selfish, she also said that I was obsessed with a man that could care less about what happens to me.   I think that she’s wrong, I think that he does care about me and that my brother won’t allow him to have anything to do with me, It’s his fault, not mine.   He’s only with this woman now because of his daughter and I bet that if I could get him alone, I’d be able to give him a son one day, which is more important to carry on his name.   I still want to make that happen and it will happen if I just keep trying, now, I can’t even try because he’s in that other place.

 

Faendra Morningstar

 

Gonna Be A Daddy…Again!


* WARNING :  Language may be offensive to some… please do not read if you’re easily offended. *

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 6th

Yo Book!!

Fuck me!! I should know better than to go out and tie one on especially when I am in a strange place and in a bit of a foul mood to start with.  At least I had Romy’s Dad with me and Fnor which made it a little bit okay, however, I know how the fuck I get when I’m loaded.  I know that I didn’t do anything that I should be upset about…like going off with some woman or something, which might have been the case before I started living with Romy.

I know that I had the worst headache of my life when I woke up and felt like I had a bunch of Pandaren running through my mouth with their boots on.  You know fucking feeling of dry mouth, furry tongue and feeling like you’ve eaten something you shouldn’t?   I know that my breathe could have knocked dragons out of the sky because I could even notice it.

What the fuck were we drinking?  I know that Fnor and I decided that we would try out some of the local brews and that’s where we made our first mistake.  I don’t know who is doing the brewing, however, I know that I am going to be brushing my teeth for days to get that scummy feeling off of them.  I know that I have had liquor from all over Azeroth and I have probably had quite a few drinks that weren’t exactly legal or the best, however, I don’t think that I have ever had the feeling that I may have eaten someone’s boots while I was drunk though.   I think the closest that I have come to barfing in my life was from some beer that had gone bad that we had high jacked coming out of IF a long long time ago. At least we learned not to take booze coming from that area  because they were probably sending it out to be disposed of – you know, like burning it or something?

So, let’s just fucking say that I didn’t exactly start out the New Year the way that I hoped that I would.  I know that my troops here in the Garrison have been kind of avoiding me a little bit and that’s okay because I know that I can get to be rather belligerent sometimes when I’ve been drinking, depending at what my mood was like before I started imbibing.  At least Romy’s Dad was here and he apparently has been running the place while I was recovering.   It has never taken me this long to get over a drunk, that’s why I am thinking that we probably drank embalming fluid or something, I feel like I damned near fucking died.  As a side note, Romy’s Dad made sure that Fnor got home and I was in no condition of making sure of that myself – he made sure I made it back too, nice fellow.  Good thing he is a Death Knight because he was going drink for drink with us there for a while, however, it doesn’t affect those fellows the same way it does mere mortals.

At least I can look back on this Winter Veil with some good feelings to mix in with the bad.  The good being that I know that Romy got the gifts that I sent to her and little Mirrin in Halfhill and I also got the news that I am going to be a Daddy again.  I was so over the moon with joy with that news!! Mirrin will have a baby brother or sister!!  I also know that with Romy being pregnant, she won’t have to report in for duty and come to Draenor , as much as I would love to see her, I am happier knowing that she is out of harm’s way and will be at the farm with both kids – the one not born yet and Mirrin.

I know that when I first got the news I was thrilled to death and then I was unhappy because I won’t be there with Romy to help her with things.  I know she had a terrible time with her pregnancy with Mirrin, however, that had a lot to do with her injuries that she had prior to the time that we found out she was with child and the drugs that were given to her.  I know that we were both worried sick about what might happen to the baby and that added to the problems that could come along with it.

I know that part of me is thrilled beyond belief at the prospects of having another child and part of me is very resentful that I will not be there for most of the pregnancy due to my duties here in Draenor too.   One of the things that they failed to tell you when you took the duty in Draenor is how difficult it is to make the transition or travel back to our own Azeroth.  It’s not like I just head out on my mount and hit a portal somewhere and get “home” again – you have to make arrangements and pay through the nose to do it.  I know that I am going to be making some arrangements to get home soon though because I want to make sure that things are going okay for Romy and the children.

Yes, I am sitting here with a big assed grin on my face because I am going to be a Father again.  I mean it’s not like a fellow can’t do that sort of thing, however, for someone like me that has never really had a family, it’s something that I am going to enjoy as much as I can.  Maybe when I get home this time, Romy will have the time to get away from things and we can finally get married.  I don’t want my children growing up with the stigma that I did.

 

Fnor Dawnglory