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

 

 

 

Life Goes On…


December 27th

Dear Journal,

I will admit that it is nice having the family gathered in Nagrand even if some of the more key members aren’t present due to the on-going conflict in Draenor.  The whole thing seems rather odd and while I understand the reasons for us all to be sent off to protect Azeroth from this latest incursion, it seems a bit forced on our part.  Oh well, it isn’t for me to understand the political ramifications that all of this entails, it just seems to be a war like all of the ones in the past – overcome the foe or foes and then rinse and repeat.

I know that I did enjoy having the family here and while some have already left to go back to their homes, there will be a few that will stay on until after the New Year, myself included.  I know that I truly missed having my Sindorei here with me because it was the first time that we have everyone at the new house in Nagrand.  I know that I chuckled more than a few times when some of the guests remarked on how similar some of the things and the design resembled the house in Dalaran – what they do seem to fail to realize is that the house in Dalaran was my Sindorei husband’s pride and joy.  Oh well, I know that we spent a great deal of time getting this house designed and decorated – the house in Nagrand is also more open than the floor plan was in Dalaran because we could make it larger.

I was very lucky in being able to delay my departure for Draenor by just saying that I had other responsibilities with my personal life and business that couldn’t’ be readily handed off.  I will be reporting in for duty with the Sentinels in Feathermoon just I have in the past. It’s funny how so many of us are doing the same thing – we all have grown older, the majority of us have families now and are less adventurous than we were when we were younger.

I know that I missed having Kal and Kae here this year too.   They were in hopes that they would be given the opportunity to join the rest of the family here, however, that doesn’t seem to have been made available to them.  I know that Kal was probably more than a little bit upset with the whole thing.  I know that I have received several letters from him telling me how beautiful some of the places that he has see are in Draenor and yet I felt like there was something that was bothering him about the whole thing.  I think his biggest problem is that he enjoys having his farm in Pandaria and having the freedom that he had taken away by having to report back into duty with the Sentinels.  I know that being a Scout isn’t the easiest thing for some of the men and Kal is no exception.

I know that Fnor’s two sisters were here for a while and I had some worries with the fact that they spent the majority of the time here trying not to talk to one another.  There still seems to be some tension between the two of them due to the youngest being so stubborn about her infatuation with that Dawnglory – he is rather nice to look at with all of that golden hair, however, he isn’t nearly as good looking as my husband in my eyes.  Oh well, I’m sure that the girls will work things out between them because it is something that I know my husband would want.  I guess Felaran is still very much attached to her Death Knight mate and can’t understand why Faendra won’t move on with her life. I guess that Dawnglory is in Draenor now anyway, we’ll see what happens with that side of the family.

Business is still booming in Shattrath and I hope that it keeps going that way because I know that we will definitely need the funds once this conflict is resolved – we always can use more money.  I know that my business interests have probably increased three fold since this new military issue opened up and we’re all busy trying to keep the army supplied with the things that they need from Azeroth – getting them shipped there has been a different kind of nightmare.  I think that this is worse than when we were going through the Rebellion on the Horde side of things.  Oh well, I’m sure that we will keep things going in a positive direction with Magdamia keeping a tight control on things in Stormwind.

I am sitting here laughing to myself a little it because I am just wondering how soon my love will start sending me ideas of opening up another warehouse in Draenor.  The man may be in the military, however, his mind always drifts back to his business interests rather quickly.  Since I haven’t ventured into the abyss yet, I have no idea what to really expect once I arrive there.  Of course, I would like to be able to see my Sindorei as soon as I get there, however, the political line is pretty well drawn in the sand already.  I don’t know if they are any more receptive to our relationship than they have been in the past – maybe we’ll just have to wait and see how this all pans out.  I do know that the only place that we can be together is in Outland and primarily in Shattrath where the people already know of our relationship from years past.  It still must seem strange to some of the newcomers that a Sentinel and Ranger can be together like we have for all of these years.

Oh well, it’s time for me to stop writing for a bit and get back to being the hostess for our guests that are still here.

Amyn

Shadowmoon Valley…


December 23rd

Dear Journal,

I will willingly admit that neither Kae nor I wanted to make this trip to Draenor, however, duty calls and there was no way that we could justify not serving.  A Sentinel is always a Sentinel and a Scout with the aforementioned Sentinel has no excuse not to go with them either.

I think that we had everything pretty much taken care of in Pandaria for the most part and I hope that Jogu will take care of the farm while we are gone too.  I have no great expectations on his abilities, however, he was the only one left that we could ask since the majority of our neighbors are also in the same situation of having to leave that pleasant lifestyle behind and we have to move forward with the rest.  Oh well, I am sure that we will be going back there for visits when we can and that first visit back will definitely be one that the two of us will definitely look forward too.

This whole Draenor thing is hard for me to wrap my head around and I am not going to worry about it because I will just go where we are ordered and do the job that I am supposed to do and be done with it eventually.  Oh, I understand all of the supposed reasons that we are here and will just have to accept that at face value because I have no other choice in the matter.  I guess that sums that up, right?

Kae and I did survive the initial onslaught into this strange land and we didn’t get injured too badly other than a few nicks here and there and a couple of interesting bruises that can come from just getting into close contact with someone, didn’t even have to be friend or foe either – it was as if we had joined in a full on mob assault and that’s just how it had to be in order for us to drive back the Iron Horde and to start our adventure in saving this land from itself.  Not as bad as all of the Sha influence in Pandaria but I honestly can’t tell that much difference – we’re here to right a wrong and that’s just the whole gist of what I understand.  It’s not for me to reason why, I’m here to do a job.

I will have to admit that after the initial shock and the landing on Draenor proper, we were pleasantly surprised by ending up in Shadowmoon Valley.  Oh, we had the family name long before we even knew of the existence of Shadowmoon, however, it always gives me a chuckle when I think about it.  One of these days I will have to ask my grandparents where the name actually came from, it definitely didn’t come from Outland, or maybe it did and I would almost believe that it didn’t come from this land either.

Shadowmoon Valley is so totally different from what I am used to in Azeroth, however, it is still somewhat familiar at the same time.  I don’t know how to explain that feeling of déjà vu that I have here.  Where the Shadowmoon Valley in Azeroth is full of demons, lava and other dangerous things, this Shadowmoon Valley has a different appearance as well as a whole new set of dangers.   Some of the mountains look familiar in so far as their location, however the rest of the landscape is totally alien to me.

This Shadowmoon Valley is rolling hills, mountains and very lush plains.  A lot of elekk roam the area as well as I’ve seen more Draeni here than I think I ever did even while I was living in Shattrath.  The Draeni that are native here on Draenor are similar to the Azeroth Draeni with the exception that there are more of them here than there was at home. The ones here don’t seem to be as aloof as the Draeni that I grew up with in Shattrath.

It’s a beautiful and yet dangerous territory that we have ventured into and I will have to admit that I do like it.  There is so much to see and so much to take in that it is really hard for me to explain the mixed emotions that I have about it.  Of course, Pandaria was my first military adventure and my first real time away from the family and the company, however, this even feels like it might be a step above that.

I know that Kae is constantly telling me to close my mouth because I am constantly amazed by all of the things that I am seeing here  and my mouth usually drops open making me look like an imbecile sometimes – things familiar and yet different from what I grew up with in our Outland.  How could a place so horrible and deadly in my home world be so beautiful and alluring as this Shadowmoon Valley currently is.  I guess what I am trying to say that I know that the things that Legion did before I was ever even born totally devastated the area and the people that were living in it.  While the old place is one that I never willingly spent much time in, this one just might be hard for me to pull myself away from it all at the same time.

Oh yes, the Iron Horde have left their mark on the area and we are still chasing after them as well as getting into the occasional skirmish with them when we chance upon them on our patrols.  It does remind me very much of the activity that we faced when we first hit Pandaria and the opposition that we had to overcome in the Jade Forest.   I know that there are a few strongholds here in the valley that the Iron Horde have built up, however, they are definitely a temporary roadblock for us, I’m sure.  I am proud to say that the Alliance is definitely showing their abilities to our advantage here – maybe all of those months in Pandaria have taught us all how to take this sort of thing in our stride.

At least Kae and I have a decent little house to stay in and it really kind of reminds me of some of the places that are on the outskirts of Stormwind.  Same kind of structures although they still smell very new – the smell of the freshly carpentered wood that was used to make the house is still very aromatic.  Yes, we do have to share the house with another couple, however, it is much better for us rather than being stuck in the barracks or the tents.  At least we have some privacy here and it is greatly appreciated.

Kae and I both miss our little house in Pandaria where we could be lazy and sit around in our robes if we felt like it and not have to be embarrassed by doing so.  I know that the couple we are sharing the place with are usually on opposite schedules than we are and we actually don’t spend that much time in their company, however, the time that we have spent with them has been very pleasant.

I know that my Father is up here in Draenor someplace however, I did hear that their landing area was a lot less inviting than where we ended up.  I know that my Dad probably isn’t too keen on spending all of this time in an icy cold area that almost looks like Northrend.  He always complained when we were in Northrend, not in Dalaran, that there wasn’t any way that you could ever get warm enough there on the coast and I have to agree with him on that matter.

At least I don’t have too many people looking at me as strangely as they did in Pandaria because we are all too busy staying alive.  I think that there must be some reason when they are so willing to accept a person of my heritage in this land than they were before in Azeroth.   I have to laugh because they may not have noticed it  either because the green in my eyes could very easily be a reflection from the surroundings and not a genetic thing after all, right?

At least our patrols aren’t as long as they were in Pandaria due to the vastness and the newness of the area.  It isn’t easy to stay on your toes for days on end when you’re patrolling the surrounding areas from our base.  We’ve just barely started getting into the interior of the land now and those patrols are pretty dangerous and have been given over to some of the more experienced Sentinels and Scouts.  It’s okay, I can accept that too because I think that Kae and I fall in the middle there somewhere on the experience level.  At least we didn’t get assigned to that idiot commander that we had in Pandaria this time because that would have been the final straw to break our backs after having to leave our happy little farm behind.   We’re with a totally different group that came out of Feathermoon in Kalimdor, they seem to be more about what we’re supposed to be doing and not willing to spend so much of the off time worrying about how people are living their lives when they aren’t on duty.  It’s a nice change and the kind of thing that I had always expected from the Sentinels.

Well, I am getting that look from my lovely lady that I need to put my things away and get ready to head back out on yet another patrol.  I wonder how long we will be in Draenor?  No one has actually said anything about that either.  I know that we still have forces stationed in and around Pandaria even after all of this time, however, I think that the hostilities may be of lesser importance there than they are here.  Well, we’re still chasing after that Horde Warchief that went insane and escaped after his capture – that’s why we’re here.  He did his level best to destroy Azeroth and I don’t think that he is going to have much of an opportunity to destroy this land too.

Kaldor Shadowmoon

 

In Draenor…


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

December 16th

Dear Journal,

Yes, I am still stuck in this place called Draenor and on the frozen tundra in charge of a Garrison that I had no desire to take over nor feel the need to grow attached too.  So far it appears as though I am one of the few Rangers here and that is rather disappointing because with what is going on in this land would be ideal for Rangers because of the way that we have been trained to fight all of these years.  I have put in request after request to have more Rangers put under my command, however, that seems to be falling on deaf ears.

I spend more time out in the field actually working, which is the one thing that I can say that I enjoy about this new command.  The micromanaging of the day to day functions should be passed off to an adjutant  and not placed solely upon my shoulders because there are other things that need my attention.  Of course, it is required that I visit the mines, stables, barns, forge and herb gardens daily to make my presence known because that is what I have been ordered to do, not that it is actually needed because my people do seem to know what they are doing.  I guess what the higher ups are thinking is that my presence is supposed to keep my soldiers’ morale up or something of that nature.  I suppose it does because I feel like we are definitely overstepping our resources at this point.

Here it is Winter Veil again and it appears doubtful that we will have the family gathering as we had planned in Nagrand this year – our Nagrand, not this Nagrand in this place.  I know that I have always looked forward to gathering friends and family in one area for the holidays so that we can at least act like a family.  I know that from the message that I finally got from Kal is that he and Kae will be here in Draenor in the next few weeks and they are making all of the preparations for that.   I just wish that we could stop everything for a little while, just to rest, relax and enjoy our families because you have no idea if that will be the same next year.

I think that I am getting too old for this stuff.  I know that I feel both mentally and physically weary to the point that all I want to do when I stop for the day is to fall into bed and sleep.  I long for those long luxurious days when I could stay in bed if I wanted too, read a book, have breakfast in bed with my wife – yes, just having my wife in my bed would e a plus here in Draenor.  I’m just not feeling the compelling urge to get up and head out to fight for something that should have never been in the first place.  I know we’re protecting Azeroth by being here and my big question is, who is taking care of Azeroth while we’re here in this land, this place and this time?

I know that it probably sounds rather odd to say, however, I am actually getting homesick for the things that I used to absolutely hate.  I miss Silvermoon and I miss the people that I have working for me back home.  I do miss Agatha, I miss those conversations that we used to have when she knew that I was having a particularly rough time dealing with a few things.  She was my rock in a lot of ways with just her daily presence.  Now, there is no Agatha here in Draenor and I’m not sure that she has returned to her post in Silvermoon yet after taking her leave.

I definitely miss the chattering of Zippie and the way that she always seemed to see the brighter side of things more often than not.  She does work magic with our accounts and I will definitely have to take some time to spend with her when I can get a leave from this place.

I know that I am going to put in for a leave here soon because I do need a break from this constant upheaval  that seems to be the norm here.  I know that I have been in the military for most of my life, however, I don’t think that I have ever been in this kind of situation before where none of us really know or really understands exactly what we’re doing here.  Yes, we stopped the Iron Orcs from invading Azeroth and now we’re doing a holding action as well as trying to level out the playing field a bit more with the Draeni – some are allies and some are not, it’s always a guessing game when you approach an encampment that you’ve not visited before.  Yes, Draenor is a savage land and the people in it are just as savage sometimes.  It’s just another war that I have no idea why we are truly fighting it – are we here again to take the resources that these people have for the Horde’s selfish gains or are we truly trying to help these people as we try to protect what we hold dear in this life?

I know that I have actually patrolled as far as Nagrand and it is just as beautiful to me now as it was in my own home world.  The similarities are very noticeable to me and I have no trouble navigating through the area although I will admit that it feels very déjà vu  at times.  I found where Amyn and I have our house in Outland and here it is a fortress near the lake that keeps everything away.  I know that our house is right next to the lake and if it were here, we’d be having a rough time with the enemies at the fortress – too close for comfort I’d say.   I know that I will always have a special place in my heart for Nagrand because I have known some of my happiest times there in my world – I don’t know about this particular Nagrand yet – I am still scouting the area to see what else is out there that I haven’t seen before.

Pan and I are definitely enjoying the time that we have to go hunting and fishing when we have the chance.  The game is very plentiful and the fishing is just interesting.  Some of these fish I have never seen before – some look similar to what we had back on Azeroth and some are  just too strange.  They taste good when cooked properly though.  Pan is constantly by my side these days because I think that he feels uneasy with this assignment, as do I, however, I can’t remember him being as clingy as he is here since we were in Northrend before I left the service.

One of the things that I can look forward too is having Dawnglory show up here soon.  I know that I have put in the request that he be assigned to me and I will just have to wait it out to see if it happens.  If it doesn’t happen, then, I will definitely throw my political weight around a bit to make it so.  I know that I have all of these people surrounding me all of the time and I have to admit that I have never felt so isolated and lonely in my life.

Fnor Morningstar

 

I Am What I Am…


*Introducing a new character to stable of characters – A Death Knight like no other that I have.*

 

December 3rd

Dear Journal,

Well, it was suggested that I start writing in a book to keep things straight in my mind even it if is just for myself.  One of my so-called friends suggested it due to the fact that he thinks that I spend too much time alone and too much time doing what comes naturally to me.  I don’t know what the issue is, however, to please my friends, I’ll give it a try.

I’m not your average Death Knight, I suppose.  I’m not angsty and I’m not angry at my lot in life or unlife.  I’m just what I am, I’m a Death Knight, a killing machine that has been left to its own devices now that I have been released from the control of the Lich King  It’s not something that even has bothered me, however , it bothers other people that I feel and act as I do.  It’s my nature now and there isn’t a whole lot that I can do about it.

I suppose that I should introduce myself although this is only supposed to be for my use anyway.  My name is Antonidas Darkmorning and I am a Sindorei Death Knight.  Some people call me Anton or Dark, depending on how they met me – if they spent any time with me, I became Anton, if I was just another Death Knight that they were associated with, I became Dark.   Sometimes I just prefer Dark overall because it suits my sunny disposition.

My memories remain intact from my mortal life as well as the memories of all of the horrendous things that I have done since my change.  I find some of the things rather disturbing when my old mind wants to look things over, however, as a Death Knight, it really doesn’t bother me.  I was doing my duty as directed by the Lich King when I went on my killing sprees and there were times that I admittedly got more than a little bit carried away when  I was giving my Rune Blade sustenance to gain more power.  I know that it sounds weird, my Rune Blade is as much to me as  a tamed beast is to a hunter – without the blade, I am crippled – a hunter can be a poor substitute sometimes if they are without their beasts.

I think that one of the things that probably chills my friends’ bones is the fact that I do enjoy killing – I seem to have found my role in life or unlife and that is killing.  I’m very good at killing and not very good at asking for forgiveness for having done it.  I don’t have any remorse for the lives that I have taken and I don’t regret that there may have been innocents killed along the way – that is the cost of a battle and it has always been the way of war.  No, I can’t sit here and say that it is something that everyone would like to know about.  Just know that a part of my nature when I was alive enjoyed killing almost as much as I do now, if not a little more.

I was a guard in Silvermoon in my past life and I think that that is where I learned how to enjoy the killing part of my personality.  If I arrested someone they rarely made it to the Magister for judgment to be passed on them, I was the judge that passed sentence on them.  The way that I figure it, I probably saved Silvermoon City and the magistrates a lot time and money when my prisoners “tried to escape” before I could get them where most of them were supposed to go.  At first it was one here and there, however, there at the last, it was pretty consistent.  I think that I cleared out the Row on more than one occasion and never had a living prisoner to turn in – they attacked me – did they?

I was raised as an orphan amongst the poor of Silvermoon City.  Yes, there was an orphanage and yes I did have a place to sleep and have food when it was available, however, the one thing that never happened was for me to get a home.

When I was young, I would have settled for any kind of family, that feeling of belonging there amongst my kind, however, it never came to pass – not for me.  I had a couple of opportunities to be adopted and those fell by the wayside rather quickly because the Matrons were not quite sure what my real heritage was and all they could offer the prospective parents was that they were gifted with my presence one night as a basket with me in it was left on the front steps.   From what I was told, it wasn’t even a good basket, it was one that could be found on any farmer’s beast of burden and the swaddling that I was wrapped in was very old, not very clean and in dire need of mending.  It was almost as if my Mother didn’t want to take the time to care for a child much less spend any money on anything that might have it different for her to feel something for the child that I was.  I suppose I might have been a month old or less when I was dropped off.  At this point, who knows or really cares?  The only thing that everyone was in agreement on was the fact that I was Sindorei, not a mixed breed, just another Sindorei git that someone didn’t want to take responsibility for.

Oh well, such is life and unlife as I have known it so far.  It’s an existence and I guess it’s better than the alternative.

Yes, I have friends and I can remember having a lover when I was still a guard In Silvermoon.  At least I can remember what it was like to be with a woman when I was alive, however, I don’t know that it’s even possible for it to happen now.  I know the mind plays tricks, however, this body has limitations which I am fully aware of.  Sure, one of these days I may regain the ability to have feelings for someone again, I’m not sure that it is all that possible.

I remember the battles that were had when the Scourge invaded our homeland and I remember the fighting that went on for what seemed to be days and I remember dying, I still have the scar on my chest from a well thrust lance. I remember, all too well, the horror of awakening in Archerus and the tortures that I endured there to break my “will” – there was no will to be broken actually, I was already a killing machine before I ever arrived there, they just perfected me.

I know that all I have to do now is to maintain my control over my true nature when I am amongst the living, however, it is always a part of me, simmering in the background to boil over at the opportune moment.  So, yes, I am a Death Knight through and through.

Enough of this writing nonsense, I need to go find out what kind of orders are going to be handed out to me today.  Hopefully, it will be more killing in Hellfire and the regions beyond.

Dark

Getting Everything in Order…


December 1st

Dear Journal,

The winter winds are already starting here in Stormwind.  The chill in the air is enough to let you know that the snow won’t be too terribly far behind and that is just one of the things that is telling me that there is change in the air.

My poor Sindorei is probably freezing to death in his new command area that he wrote me about.  Seems he got called back to duty and sent off on some mission for the Horde.  Poor fellow never seems to take a break from his “duty” and I can understand that because I will be reporting back for duty soon too, it seems.  There is always some kind of threat to the existence of Azeroth looming on the horizon and it was stupid of me to think that these times would be any different.

I don’t know exactly how all of this has come to pass, however, I do know that if they had killed that fool of a Warchief, this wouldn’t’ be going on now.  To let that insane creature escape was the worst thing that could have happened.  The people had him in their hands and he got away to start more trouble.  Some kind of draconic time travel thing, that’s what people are saying and it makes me want to throw-up.  I’ve always been a bit afraid of the different dragons and have always given them a wide berth especially after the experiences we all have had with Deathwing when he was running rampant and trying to destroy everything and everyone on the planet.

I know that in times of war and strife that our business is going to be showing another huge profit because that’s just how it works.  Import and Export – buying and selling to both factions and we still have Shattrath going great guns now.  Things  won’t change for us financially other than getting more money in to go along with more employees and growing like there is no tomorrow.    I’m glad that my Sindorei was smart enough to set his businesses up the way that he did so that we can be flexible at all times.   I know that it sounds terrible, however, war is always profitable.

I know that I was taken aback when I got the letter delivered here at the warehouse in Stormwind after it had gone to Pandaria first.  If I had gotten the letter in a timely manner, I might have been able to spend some time with my love before he left for the front again.  Now, he’s there and I’m still here, although that will change in the next month because I report for duty with the Sentinels again – I got my letter too.  Seems we’re all being called back in with this new threat.   I don’t know if Kaldor and Kaelendra have been forced back into the service again, however, I am pretty sure that they will probably be joining me before too much longer.  This is going to make Kal very unhappy because I know that he loves Kae in his own way, however, he’s not too fond of his duties as a Scout for the Sentinels and all that that entails.  Poor fellow, I wish that there was some way that I could make that easier for him.

Oh, I do know one way that might help Kal with his issues and I think that I will bring it up with him when I go to Pandaria tomorrow.  I am going to suggest that he and Kal take their vows at the Moonwell in Darnassus before they report back in for duty.  I know that the mated couples are usually kept together most of the time and the “services” required from the Scouts is strictly up to how the commanders deem it – they usually don’t force the issues if the couple are truly dedicated to one another as they should be, since it’s mated for life.  I’ll talk to him and see what his feelings are.  I know that he was waffling the last time I talked with him and I just had to tell him that not all relationships are as crazy as his Father’s and mine.

If he happens to get Kae pregnant, that might buy him some extra time as well as relieving Kae from the burden of serving until after my grandchild is born.  That sounds funny, a grandchild.  I would have to insist that they leave the baby with my parents in Dolonaar since that is where my two youngest sons are going to be staying again.  I want them out of the city as quickly as possible – as for Vashlan, he is still working on his studies, however, he may get called in for service – a good battle mage is needed for portals and things of that nature.   When I spoke to Vashlan about the possibility of his getting drafted into this mess, he wasn’t too keen on it, however, I know that he will do his duty if needed.

Now, I just have to sit here and start putting plans together for my side of the company too.  I know that Maggie will probably be staying in Stormwind a lot more since she has taken on a lover in Darnassus – that Lagn fellow.  She doesn’t know that I know about it, I’m sure, I’ve just noticed how often she takes the boat and how long she stays  – plus, she acts totally contented for a few days when she gets back. I’m happy that she finally found a man that she feels comfortable with because I was getting very nervous about her being in the apartments with Vashlan alone a lot of the time.  Vashlan is very much like his Father and has had numerous lovers in the last few months, however, he is being discrete about it and hasn’t brought any of them back to the apartments like he was doing before he and I had our discussion.

I will still have to get  a proper manager for the warehouses in Shattrath and I think that I am going to let Maggie deal with that because she can find someone that she likes working with.  I know that she absolutely can’t stand Zippie because of how goblins are.  Well, if Zippie is doing a good job for Morningstar Enterprises and my Sindorei is happy with her performance, I’m not rocking the boat because of Maggie.   Now, to find someone that won’t mind working with a goblin is going to be the issue, maybe one of the little gnomes that I have seen hanging around here of late.  I’ll talk to Maggie.

Well, I know that it is getting later this morning than what I had planned when I started writing this and there are a lot of things that I want to get done today because I do want some time to spend with my boys and my parents before I have to report back in for active duty.

Amyn

Nothing Has Changed…Just Colder


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

November 24th

Dear Journal,

I thought those days of waking up in the middle of the night freezing my backside off were a thing of the past, apparently, it is not.  I can’t say that I am all that pleased at where I am stationed currently and I could care less that I am a Commander of a garrison that appears to be nothing more than an armed encampment comprised of Orcs, primarily.   That doesn’t bother me nearly as much as where that encampment happens to be located, a frozen tundra of endless snow and ice.

I can remember the days of serving in Northrend and I always took an oath to myself that I would never endure that again.  I learned that there are ways to stay warm for a short period of time, however, that bone chilling cold would always work its way through the armor and the clothing that I wore regardless of what I did.  I’m in the same situation here in this new land and I can see that the Horde has never learned anything from their past experiences with this type of fighting.  One would have thought that there could have been found better ways to deal with things than to just let them stand status quo for all of these years.  I know that we were constantly battling the Scourge and the adrenalin was enough to help us fight off some of the chill, however, it also made us a much more reckless group of men and a force to be reckoned with.

I know that it has been a number of years since I haven’t been given quarters of my own in an encampment, especially if I am supposedly the one in command of what goes on the place.  Here in this frozen tundra, I suppose that I am going to have to sleep with the people that I command in the barracks  – I don’t think that that is going to work out too well for them or for me.   I know that I have grown accustomed to having some privacy away from my duties, if that means I have to leave the garrison to its own devices, then, that’s what I will do.

Of course, with the Horde being predominantly Orc, I should have known that I would have more than my fair share of Orcs in my command, however, I am starting to see a few more Sindorei coming through the gates the last couple days.  I know that I really did feel like I was kind of isolated here for a while.   Naturally, I am waiting anxiously to see a Ranger contingent come through the gates too because that is what I am used to dealing with.

Damn, the only place that I can find in this whole place where I can get out of the wind is either in the central building where all of the planning and orders are given out or in the cave where I can fish – that’s even cold sometimes unless I build up a fire.    I already have plans of leaving when I can and heading to a place where I know I can get a good hot bath and some food that stays warm for more than a couple of forkfuls.   Snow, ice, harsh winds and the constant howling of wolves off in the distance doesn’t make for a pleasant outlook on things.

I know that I can head to man base and take a portal to warmer climes and that is exactly what I plan on doing in the very near future.  Stone, wood and spikes everywhere I look and it’s all surrounded by Orcs.

I miss the warmer climate of Pandaria at the farm, I miss the clean sheets and good food that I always took for granted at my home in Silvermoon.  I truly miss my privacy more than anything else.  I always feel like I have eyes following me around every time I do anything.  I’m not insecure in what I am doing and confident in my duties, however, the constant scrutiny is more than just a little bit unnerving at times.  I don’t recall having to live quite like this when I was in Northrend and still in the service at this point.   I miss the baths and the hot water that I used to have at my home in Dalaran – these are small luxuries that aren’t readily available here in my camp.

I think what has set me off is the fact that I have to sleep in the barracks right now and I guess that when I am not occupying my bed, it’s next come, next serve.  I don’t want to even think about some of the things that I have cleaned out of my bunk when I have been bone-tired and only wanted a place to sleep.  I’ve taken to sleeping in my armor rather than letting my body touch anything even remotely possible of passing on some bugs or other things.  The furs just smell terrible and I sometimes think that they were only clean the first day that they were put on the bunks.

I know that I haven’t grown soft over the years and I know that I have been able to adapt to almost anything that I have been forced to endure, however, being a commander over this rabble is just pushing me to the breaking point.

Oh well, there’s no use in complaining at this point and even writing about it isn’t going to make it any better for a while.  I know that I have several subordinates that are busy trying to upgrade some of the facilities here and I hope that they can hurry up the process some more.    Even Pan looks like he is disgusted with things more often than not right now and I can’t blame the poor fellow.  He’s a big cat and isn’t used to having to share his space with these wolves that seem to be animals that most of these people seem to have with them.  Wolves are great, however, they won’t ever replace my big cats.

 

 

Fnor Morningstar