June 10th – Life Goes On…Even For Death Knights


June 10th

Dear Journal,
It has been quite some time since I have written in my journal because Ty and I have been busy keeping up with our duties in Pandaria. We haven’t gone to serve our time in Draenor yet, however, we both know that the Horde will be calling us up eventually even with the waiver that we got through my brother’s auspices and political dealings. It’s nice being able to hide under that umbrella that covers the employees of Morningstar Enterprises. I don’t know how he does these sort of things, however, it has been going on for years.

Our little farm is our home and the first one that I have felt comfortable in since my transition to a Death Knight. I don’t care what some people say, we are not truly welcomed among the living regardless of what they might say to your face. There is always that thought in the back of a living person’s mind that this Death Knight in front of them might go berserker at any moment, which is no longer the case. We do control our own thoughts and actions in absence of the Lich King, Arthas.

One of the reasons that I am writing right now is that I think that my sister, Faendra, has been up to no good again. Anytime she walks around with a big grin on her face and gloating about some inner secret, it usually spells trouble for someone. Light, I hope that she hasn’t started manipulating poor Dawnglory again, the poor fellow is suffering enough with his beloved and children missing. It’s been a while since I have seen her act like this and it causes me some concern. Usually when she has been up to something, she gives herself away by her actions and deeds, however, this time, I can’t figure it out.

Ty has been busy with his jewelry making and I swear he gets more creative as the years go by. He has some wonderful pieces that should fetch a good price at the jewelers in Silvermoon City. Very elegant looking with a lot of gold wire keeping the stones entwined in their settings – unique looking. I still love the rings he made for us – all carved Jade that he did himself and they fit perfectly. Elegant, not ostentatious.

Oh, we haven’t turned into total farmers here in Halfhill, we still go to the Rangers’ camp in Krasarang and go out on patrols with them. Of course, there isn’t as much action as there once was back in the day when we had freshly arrived. We still run into the occasional renegades and a few Alliance interlopers from time to time, which keeps us occupied.

I don’t know if we will ever get pulled away from our happy unlife here in Pandaria, however, we own the farm and if we do have to leave there will be people to help us take care of it.

Oh well, I suppose I should stop rambling on here and get busy trying to cook something for dinner, hmmm, my cooking skills have improved considerably and I haven’t blown up the kitchen in the last six months. See, I can learn!

Felaran Morningstar

New Beginnings To A New Life…


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

 

September 20th

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taleonis Nightshade

 

 

This Ain’t So Bad…


May 26th

Dear Journal,
Oh, I used to keep one of these things a long time ago and thought I would start another one just for the heck of it.  You know,  a place to keep your thoughts and sometimes it helps with your memories if you happen to have any – I don’t have any real past memories that I can recall.

The one thing I can remember is getting radiated in my home and being “cleansed” if you can call it that before getting evacuated to the service.  I have no idea if my family was with me or not because I just can’t remember.  Some of what I remember about the radiation and stuff is from what other gnomes, that will talk with me, have told me about it.  It must have been horrible and the survivors have taken a vow to go back and take their home back again.  Well, if they do, I’ll go with them although I don’t know that they will appreciate it.  I mean it isn’t every day that you have a gnome Death Knight running around with a bunch of other gnomes.

I guess that I should start out by saying that my name is Jonathan Rivertic – my friends call me River most of the time when they aren’t calling me other things.  So far, I think that my life has sucked – I mean really sucked big time.  Where or whom else would have got poisoned with radiation, lived through that stuff and then, on their way to, I assume, to Iron Forge, they get waylaid or something like that and get turned into a Death Knight.  That really sucks!  Really has put a crimp in whatever plans I might have had, however, I do remember how to mine and I do remember how to be an engineer – so, I think I can still make a living at it if people don’t mind working with a dead gnome.  If they do, to heck with them, I’ll put my wares in the auction house and let the money start rolling in.

At least I have a few other gnomes that let me hang around with them.  It is a bit awkward at times, I’ll admit, however, they try to treat me like the rest of them.  Of course, it sure has curtailed anything in the way of romantic interests so far, although, I’m sure that might change in the future.  I wonder if I ever got past a kiss when I was alive – I don’t remember.  Oh the horror!!  Get radiated, get turned into a Death Knight and might have died a virgin to top it all off – I don’t think there is a way to tell on dudes.

Well I guess life was a rollicking good time of killing people and everything that came into my path before the Chapel debacle and the Lich King set us free.  Big deal, he set us free in the middle of the Plague Lands – not my choice for a vacation spot, I’ll tell ya.  Some of the tall guys, Night Elves, Humans and a couple of Worgen decided that they were going to head to Stormwind and swear their allegiance to the King – I thought I might as well go along with the whole thing too.  I wasn’t planning on staying where I was left there, I’ll tell you that.  Ugly just wouldn’t describe that area appropriately.  I think that the Lich had a bit of a sense of humor too, the blasted Scourge.  Of course, my mount is my size – yep, here I am galloping along for all I’m worth and getting left in the dust most of the time too – my mount is about the size of one of those toy ponies that they have at the Faire.  See!! He had a sick sense of humor.

Anyway, the welcoming committee that met us as we came through the gates was anything but welcoming.  Luckily, the tall guys took the real bashing because I was smart enough to get my mount in between two Night Elves Death Knights – they do make great shelters.  We finally made it to the King, covered in who knows what kind of garbage people were throwing and made our pledge to the Alliance. Even after we had taken our vow, people were more than a little standoffish because none of us smelled real good with all of that garbage.  I’m surprised that the King didn’t throw-up or something when he was meeting with our group – man must have a stomach like cast iron.

We all tried to stay together as much as possible, however, some of the fellows wanted to go back to their homelands to see if they could find their families if they remembered they had any.  That left me pretty much on my own in Stormwind. Luckily I wear plate armor because these people do not look out for the vertically challenged at all – I think I got stepped on more times than I can count just trying to make my way to the Inn in the Trade area.  That was the only Inn that I was told that would taken in my kind – meaning gnomes or Death Knights.  I think they meant Death Knights.

Finally got to the Inn, had a few gold in my belt that I could pay for a room and a bath.  The Innkeeper just looked at me and I know that she was doing everything that she could not to burst out laughing because it isn’t everyday that you see a gnome Death Knight.  Anyway, she said that she could make up a bed for me, a crib, that no one was using for their toddlers.  I just rolled my eyes and forked over my money and told her that was okay.  I’ll admit that it isn’t all that uncomfortable, I just have to remember to leave the sidebar down and have a step stool handy to jump on the mattress without hurting myself.

Naturally, I got sent to Outland – I think that’s where they send all of the Death Knights to weed out the weak ones without feeling guilty about it. I also learned how to cook some, to fish, do my own first aid since we don’t get the freebies anymore and I think that life is pretty good considering.   I think that I am just going to do what I’m ordered for right now, although it does look like the mining is going to be the way to go and it seems someone is always wanting a gadget fixed or made for them.  Yep, I think I made the right choice in coming to Stormwind.

Of course, I still have my gnomies to hang out with and we do have some fun.  At least I’ve learned how to laugh without sounding like I am standing in an echo chamber.  Life or, in my case, Unlife is good for River.  If I kind of keep my eyes half-closed, most people don’t even notice I’m Death Knight unless I say something more than just stupid.

Well, it’s my day off and I still have some laundry to do.  Yep, bought some clothes so I don’t have to walk around in my armor all of the time.  Found a place called the Blue Recluse that seems okay with taking my coin if I care to have a drink or two.  Yep, might head over there later – being short has an advantage too, people, women especially like to lean down to talk to me – yep, get the full on frontal view of things.  Might wing my way to Iron Forge too, who knows what kind of mischief I might get into up there?

Jonathan “River” Rivertic

 

Learning To Care…


May 24th

Dear Journal,

After returning from one of our many trips out into the Jade Forest with some of the newer and I might also mention untrained recruits that have come our way to introduce to the perils of Pandaria, I thought that I saw Felaran’s sister amongst the group that I was traveling with – however, there are quite a few redheads, this one stood out because she was too busy pouting about the filth and the uncouth way that the Rangers she was with were conducting themselves.  Sure did sound like her, all haughty and full of angst.  I honestly don’t think that I will mention it to Fel just yet, I’ll wait to see what happens in the next few days because I am sure that I will be getting assigned to them again – why me, well, my temperament is such that I am considered a bit easy going for a Death Knight.  Fel’s temper seems to flare with some of the new people and I guess that it’s best that I take on the duty rather than have her going on after we go home about how stupid some of these people can be.

I guess Fel is still disappointed as I am about the fact that even if we wanted to get married, the authorities in Silvermoon have turned down our applications because we’re “dead” and unable to reproduce an heir to our family name.  Well, hello, we just wanted a piece of paper that would tell the world that we’re together, not that we were going to be going at it like bunnies to make babies – we do go at it quite a bit because we can, however, we’re just as happy with raising FuzzButt as our child, even if he is a cat.  We may be part of the unliving of this world, however, that doesn’t mean that we have no feelings for one another and would have liked to formalize it in some way.   I honestly think that if we had more gold between us, some coins could have crossed hands and we would have that piece of paper now, however, Fel’s temper got the best of her and I don’t think that a Magister has been called as many names in such a short amount of time either – poor fellow was turning various shades of red that almost went to purple a few times.   Maybe we can try again in a few weeks after the tempers have cooled down a little bit more and maybe I’ll suggest that I do the talking this time.

I made our wedding rings – very intricate jade pieces with the runes of our blades carved delicately into each one – hers on mine and mine on hers – we thought that it would make for some interesting topics of conversation as well as showing that we’re not ashamed of what we are either.  Death Knights are indeed a special breed and we know it – there is no harm in taking pride in it any longer, it wasn’t a choice that we willingly made anyway.

Oh, I do wish that some of the living could share some of the feelings that we have sometimes.  There is nothing more fulfilling or as loving with Death Knights to be in a battle, shoulder to shoulder, our Rune Blades singing in harmony as we cut down our foes – the feelings that we both get from that is more akin to what some of the living have to wait for some very intimate and intense moments  – we take joy in our work like no other sentient being can or ever will have the ability to do so.  When that Blades hunger to be fed and that appetite is quenched, there is nothing more gratifying to the two of us – we gain that feeling of peace and we also gain a lot more between the two of us.  I wish that I had the words to explain how it feels because until Fel and I started working together, I never felt that before.  It is akin to having sex and not at the same time.

I suppose some would find it odd that Death Knights are capable of loving – we are.  It’s not the same as it would be with the living, however, there are times that I wonder if it isn’t more intense in a lot of ways.  I know that Fel has taught me so much about being “alive” again than I would have ever found out about on my own  – I tended to stay to myself to avoid the stigma that some of my brethren have brought upon us through no fault of their own.  To say that she has taught me how to “live” again is just something that has happened – I now have emotions that I thought were lost to me, they make me feel more alive and more in touch with the living than I have had since the day I became aware of the killing machine that I have become.

Yes, I get a lot of teasing from people about my cat, FuzzButt, and that’s okay.  He’s taught me how to be more gentle and caring with the smaller things in life.  I learned how to make him purr and I have learned how to play again.  I’m not sure that I knew much about playing when I was alive, however, playing with this little cat has taught me how to be gentle again, which I am sure that Felaran probably appreciates.

I still have thoughts flash through my mind of my past life – some of the evil that I had done – I also catch glimpses of what might have been my family in my past life.  I keep seeing an older couple in my thoughts that might have been my parents, I’m not sure.   Maybe the Lich King’s minions did the right thing in wiping our memories, however, I wonder how much of that was to make us more capable of killing everything in our paths while we were under his control and not feel the guilt that most of humanity would have felt, I don’t know.   I don’t think that I will ever understand all of the reasoning behind it.   There are times that I find myself rather envious of Felaran’s memories and her ability to have a family surrounding here while I have nothing to cling too of my past life.  Luckily, I suppose, she gives me the stability that I had been missing as well as erasing that loneliness that I had endured for so many years before I met her.   She has taught me what it means to love and care about someone again – this I will always be thankful for.

One of the things that I have started doing since we bought our farm is to produce more of the jewelry that people seem to like.  Rings, necklaces and some very delicate pieces that can only be described as home decorations.  I can take real joy and pride in my work as I see them getting sold almost as soon as I finish them.  Felaran always laughs and chuckles at me when she sees me with my face buried in my work, the delicate pieces keep my mind occupied with the way that they seem to almost tell me how to cut the stones or wrought the gold to embellish them.   At least at the farm, I have my own space for my workbench and Fel likes to come over and look at some of the pieces – she actually helped me design our wedding rings.  Oh yes, hers was definitely the harder of the two to make because it is so tiny, however, it is beautiful  – yes, we are going to wear them even if Silvermoon doesn’t recognize the fact that we’re man and wife, we do.

Oh yes, I did ask her brother for her hand in marriage and he gave his permission although I will have to admit that his facial expression gave away his feelings.  I suppose he never  thought that Death Knights could care for one another, however, we can and do.  That poor fellow has his own crosses to bear with his relationships too – his wife in another faction, his sons being raised in a different kind of race and will never be able to grace his home with their presence in Silvermoon unless they sneak in.  Love has its own way of torturing our souls, if we truly have them, and making us do the things that we do.  Even Death Knights know what it is to suffer the loss of friends.  Ah well, I wax nostalgic here and it’s just wasting time that I need to be spending on some work that I have been commissioned to do.

A crown?  Not a tiara, mind you, a crown that symbolizing some kind of royalty.  Ah well, if it’s a crown that this woman wants, it will be a crown that she will get, however, she is going to have to be forthcoming with some gold before I can truly start the heavy work on it.  That means another meeting in Silvermoon and another discussion of what she requires.  She actually makes me feel uneasy when we are talking, there is just an air around her that makes me feel that she isn’t what she presents to the public eye.

Some of the runes that she wants in her design make me feel extremely uncomfortable because it’s not something that I would think that a mage would have knowledge of.  No, I haven’t discussed this with Felaran although she is aware of the commission and the money forthcoming, however, she might be a bit put off with the way that this woman acts when she’s around me.  A few passes, a few hints and some blatant winks – no, I’m not interested in this living woman and I need to find a more diplomatic way in trying to make her understand that.

Ah well, time to head back to the Jade Forest and try to get some of the recruits to understand that they don’t have to kill everything in the forest all at once – or to lead them back to me to kill for them, that’s not my job.

Ty Ravencrest

 

 

 

Too Many Alts


April 29th

What a busy week it has been for me in-game.  Whoa, too many characters and so little time.  Actually, too many 90s and not enough time to get to them all.   It’s a good thing that I like to quest and like to level as much as I do because I think I would have reached the overload long before now.  However, I can now take a bit of a respite and work on a few of my lowbies to get them up to their big people in Pandaria.  One more shaman to get up there and I’ll be all set for WoD regardless of what they do with the professions.

I know that I had my original eight 90s in Pandaria that were keeping me very busy and I’ve since added to that with upgrading my accounts to the new expansion as well.   I will have to admit that the last upgrade is going to take some time to get just the right one to the point where I can take the “free” boost, which is alright too because I don’t  think that will happen until WoD drops.  I reopened that account to run up a warlock and that’s still my intent – having a blast learning how to play a clothie after all of the hunters and death knights that I have running amuck already – not to mention Druids.

I honestly did try to keep my factions on equal footing with leveling and whatnot, however, I have been playing Horde for a very long time even if my characters seem to be a bit neutral on their views to the current “war” in Warcraft.   When I first started playing the game, I was totally Alliance, went gung-ho for the Night Elves and still have quite a few of them that are all works in progress.   With my Horde guild being a Level 25, I do tend to stay within that group of characters with all of the guild benefits, however, my little Alliance guild isn’t doing that badly either with addition of a couple 90s to help out with the stats.

I know that I have had several people ask me which faction I prefer and I really can’t give a true definitive answer to that.   I actually didn’t play Horde until I moved to Wyrmrest Accord  a very long time ago and that seemed to be the faction that I enjoyed the most, I will admit that I had more friends on the Hordeside than Alliance due to the fact that I was truly a stranger on the realm and just starting out with RP.  However, the times have changed and the majority of the people that I played with back in those days are gone, they either quit the game, changed realms or generally have gone their own way.

Let’s see, I have learned how to play my Druids with some confidence in the last month and my Death Knights aren’t the terrible noobs that they once were.  Oh, that grind up to 90 is a bear and I will admit that I was getting pretty apprehensive about leveling them due to the time factor involved.   The thing that strikes me funny is that the boosted characters come in better geared than the ones I worked my tail off getting leveled which is kind of disheartening a bit.   I will have to say that I am enjoying the ones that I have boosted though because I can jump right into things after I’ve learned the mechanics of the class that I haven’t played for a while and it’s been a lot of fun.   Out of all of my characters, so far, I have one that is on the verge of being able to do some Flex Raiding so I might just see the end-game before WoD hits the runway.

I’ve already admitted several times that I am an altoholic big time.  However, I’m enjoying the game the way that I want to enjoy it, questing, working on professions, girding my loins to do LFR and LFG stuff plus running on the Lost Isle.  OMG, the Lost Isle – nobody told me that my Death Knights would go nuts out there and do things that I didn’t know they could do.  It doesn’t matter what race or faction – Death Knights are bonkers.  My hunters tend to take the easy approach of “We’ll get the gear eventually” and they take their time going through things, however, the Death Knights – whoa, they just seem to get out there and decide that they may not have the gear that they should and they’re aren’t leaving until they get a few pieces at least.

I know it used to really bother me when one of my characters bit the big one.  I would feel like I was bad parent or bad player or something.  The psychological impact on me sitting at the keyboard was awful and would cause me to stop playing for a while or until I had some time to do some research on rotations, glyphs;etc.  Now – well, let’s just say that I go out and if they die, it’s a few pieces of gold and we’re on to the races again.  I finally got it through my thick head that these are just pixels, they can rez and come back for me, kind of like my old VW that wouldn’t ever die – which I sold to a couple a few months back since I’m not driving again just yet.  Soon I will be back on the roads again and I’ll probably buy another little VW – those cars run even if they are broken, at least the older models did.

One of the things that I have started doing is creating alts that I can use to “relearn” some of the game mechanics, especially if I haven’t played the original in quite a while.  What with all of the nerfs to some of the classes, I log into the old one and go OMG, how did I even get this poor thing to level 60 or so?   I don’t know that I will ever get all of the classes to cap, however, it’s fun to play around with them.  I know that some of my RealID friend probably think that I’m crazy as a dingbat, however, I do play solo quite a bit and like to try out different races and different classes, just for grins.   I decided to roll a Worgen druid to see what they looked like and how they differed from my Tauren and Night Elves – it’s pretty awesome, might play that one for a while.

Naturally, I woke up this morning and, is my habit, read what has been posted on WordPress in regard to World of Warcraft as well as check out the latest things that might be making people get their knickers in a bunch on the WoW forums before I start playing the game itself.  I knew that today was going to be one of the long maintenance days for Blizzard, however, woke up early  and here I sit, waiting for another six or so hours for that to be done.   Yes, the addiction is strong and I do enjoy the game, not only for the social interaction, which is minimal these days, and to see what kind of adventures I can get my characters involved in so that I can write something.

 

 

Life Isn’t So Bad…Even If You’re Kind of Dead


June 27th

Dear Journal,

There has to be a way to annihilate virmen without having to do the two-step dance through your rows of plants.  Honestly, about the time that I think that I am done with my weeding and ready to settle into some real harvesting – here come the virmen.  Oh, I’ve come to expect some of the shenanigans of these pesky little creatures, however, I’m one of those people that like to get up early in the morning and get my field work done before the heat sets in.  So, I’m usually like one of those people that stumbles over everything when they are trying to be quiet – of course, with these little things jumping out of the ground, it goes for making some loud noise.

I know my sister has stumbled to the front door a few times to make sure that I wasn’t killing off the neighbors or some such thing.  Once she sees what I’m doing, she usually turns around and goes back to bed.  Luckily for me, she hasn’t seen me get knocked on my backside a few times because I would never live that down.

Here I am a great big hulking Tauren to start with and then add the Death Knight business and I should be rather formidable, however, these virmen creatures are no respecters of height or girth.  I know I shouldn’t notice getting knocked down, however, after getting tangled up in my own tail a few times, I’ve taken to tucking the thing in my belt loop for safe keeping. 

Oh, I know that my sister, Mahamura, is very happy with the idea of keeping the farm going here in Pandaria along with the new found freedom that we have, however, there are times I do miss charging into battle and letting my Rune Blade sing it’s song.  Oh yes, I do get away from the forge now and again and take part in some rather heavy duty fighting because I know a few Death Knights and we do like to stick together sometimes. At least people don’t act like they are absolutely petrified of a Death Knight up here in Pandaria, a few even act as if they are pleased to have us around.

We did get home long enough to go to the Faire with Mom, Nahai and Tahfal.  I will have to admit that I had more fun this time because we had no set schedule to keep and we didn’t have to scurry back to Pandaria so we could dance to some Orc’s tune.  Nope, we stayed several days and I got to work with some of my old friends at the forges for a couple of days. Yep, I’m still the A-Number One fellow for fixing the cookware that people just refuse to replace. I turned out one good set of armor for one of the Light Walkers in Thunder Bluff and I think that the word will get out that I do come back to visit now and again. 

It was fun at home, it was relaxing and I felt more like myself than I have in years.  Of course, I’ll never be the same fellow that I was before the change, however, I just felt good about being there.  At least I didn’t hear the whispers that were real common when I first came back – you know, people actually praying to the Earth Mother to protect them from the demon walking in their midst.  Guess, they got over that or that particular group has moved on to another place to live. 

I know that my Mother always tries to spoil me with her “special” treats when I’m there.  I have told her countless times that I don’t eat food like I used too, however, she doesn’t want me to lose weight.  Fat chance of that ever happening and I won’t age either – she just thinks I’m still her oldest son.  Pine nuts, she can make the best pine nuts in the world – cakes, ground pine nuts to put over your other food for extra flavor and her best yet are the baked ones that she lavishes plenty of oil and salt over.  Yummy! Yeah, I’ll eat those even though I know that there is a price to be paid eventually for overindulging in that sort of thing when you don’t have the best digestive tract in the world anymore.   Maha has tried to make them a few times but they just aren’t the same as Mom’s food.

I know that I am enjoying being able to use the forge here at the farm and I’ve actually gotten a few orders for new armor as well as doing some repair work on some other stuff.  Honestly, one would think that some of these people would at least know how to clean their gear better.  I do charge extra if I have to clean gore and other unknown substances off the stuff before I can work on it.   I know I’m “dead” in the true sense of the word and carry my own brand of diseases with me, however, you never know what you might catch from some of this stuff I’ve dug out of the armor.

I do get to see more of Mr. Morningstar since we’ve been staying in Pandaria and I will have to say that I never realized what a nice fellow he can be either.  Oh, yeah, he’s the Boss and all that, however, he didn’t have to set us up the way that he did here.  He got us out of the service and he could have left us with our own devices as to how we were going to make a living, however, he chose to make sure that we were well settled here in Halfhill.  He knows the rest of our family and he probably realizes that we’ll have the rest of the clan up here before he even has a chance to realize it.   Yep, he’ll have the whole herd up here before he even knows it.  I know Mom would love it up here and she can sit on the front porch all day if she wants, or go visit with the people in the market too.   She’s a sociable old thing and I know that she will make new friends up here – she thinks the Pandaren are just too cute, even if they are fuzzy and they talk funny.

I don’t know why I am so damned happy today but I am.  Even if my day did get started off on the wrong foot, getting rolled around in the dirt by a little fast vermin is just a small thing, pardon the pun.  At least I didn’t hurt myself and the scarecrow is still in an upright position.  I wish if we were going to have the darn thing that it was sturdy enough to hold someone upright that is my size when you grab it.  I’ve put a few extra braces on it and done some other shoring up on the foundation a bit to see if it will hold my weight.  There’s nothing like losing one’s dignity to little virmen first thing in the morning.

I am looking back in my journal; it’s been a while since I’ve written anything down in it.  My how my life has changed for the better since I got away from Hellscream’s bunch and have a life to live as my own again without anyone trying to give me, of all people, orders to do anything.  I’m here with my sister, she’s happy with things being the way they are.  No one realizes what freedom really is until they sign up with a bunch of Orcs running the show.  Yup, there are a couple of those Orcs that won’t be yelling at anymore Tauren or anyone for that matter and my blade seemed to be well-fed for quite a while.  I doubt that anyone would miss a few more Orc roaming around the countryside; however, I’ll have to keep that to myself because I’m sure the authorities might get a tad bit upset about it.

Well, its daylight enough to where I can fire up the forge and start “banging away” as my sister puts it.  I have quite a few pieces to work on this week and I’ve promised to have them done – plus, I need to get off the farm and do some more mining.  Wish that Tahfal was up here to help with the mining, that little fellow can sure gather ore like no one I’ve ever seen amongst the living.

Naton “Sadheart” Cloudhoof

 

Protect Your Dooker…at all costs


March 13th

Dear Journal,

Well, I will have to say that this is a different kind of war or battlefield.  Strange things trying to eat you and even stranger talking things that want to do things to your body that they advertise when they run towards you.

“I’m gonna Ook you in the Dooker” must be a battle cry or something for these things that look like giant hairy apes that are need of a good grooming.  Well, I wasn’t too sure what a Dooker was but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stand around and let that happen.  I may be a Death Knight, however, I’m still a lady and I think I know what a Dooker is. It will be a cold day in hell before I have some hairy thing take liberties with me.  I’m proud to report that my Dooker is quite safe and secure.

There aren’t that many Death Knights with the group I’m stationed with at the moment, however, there is one that has caught my eye.  His name is Tylanlor Ravencrest.  Odd name I’ll admit, however, I’m sure that it was one that was given to him after his rebirth. He has a ready laugh and can fight like nothing I’ve ever seen. This is the first time in quite a while that I have interested in a man since my last error in judgment a while back with that mage.  We’re becoming good friends and have decided to partner up a bit here in Panderia.  I know we were laughing and talking about families the other night and he just grinned and said he knew he had a family because he didn’t think he was hatched by some bird somewhere.  He’s good company and sure does make a lot more sense for us to be together than trying to partner up with some simpering fop from Silvermoon. At least he’s Sindorei.

Panderia!  Well, I can see why that tick sitting in Orgrimmar wants a chunk of it for his own, however, I’m more inclined to go along with the Pandaren and their philosophy. Slow down, savor life – in my case, slow down and savor unlife.  I’ll do what I have to do get through this crap and then, I’ll disappear into the landscape.  People seem to be a bit more hospitable to my kind up here than they did in the rest of Azeroth.  They recognize what we are and accept it.

Oh, I did try out some of my cooking the other day and Ty even said he liked it.  He might have been just being nice but he ate some of it and didn’t hurl.  No, I didn’t blow up anything because I’m back to the basics again.

 Yep, how to cook using a campfire and pieces of your armor.  Made some great helm stew the other night – yep, caught the fish by jumping in the river and gathering up what accumulated in my chest piece – no, the boobs haven’t gotten any bigger and the blacksmiths always make the chest pieces too big unless you have them custom made.   Caught a few of those little gold fish things, popped them in my helm with a few veggies and let it cook away while I was taking a bath.  Yum!! Good stuff and it went well with some of the bread that I bought from the Innkeeper.

I have to laugh because this almost seems like old times to me.  Living off the land a little bit and fighting like there was no tomorrow.  I know that it makes my heart sing to see some idiot’s head go sailing off threw the air after he’s insulted me by calling me a “girl” – I’m not just any girl, I’m Felaran Morningstar – Death Knight – and your worst nightmare, hairball.

I don’t think I’ve been this happy in years.  I can be who I am and be what I am  without any worries of someone trying to take my head like they did years ago in Silvermoon.  I am definitely getting into this thing up here. 

Yeah, we had another group of Rangers go galloping through here a few days ago.  I can imagine that Silvermoon is getting kind of empty with all of these men up here now.  Wonder how the social atmosphere of that place is faring.  Probably the same drunks and the same whores wandering around because they couldn’t volunteer or maybe pass the physical to get into the battle.

One of these days, I’ll get somewhere where I can take a quick side trip to Orgrimmar and see how my baby sister is faring.  Yeah, even with all of her whining and all of her airs, I miss the little shit.  I did get to see Fnor for a few minutes the other day, he was in the area and actually took time out of his scheduled rounds to spend some time with me.  I forgot how much I missed that laugh of his and how much he feels like he has to pass on “fatherly” advice.  He met Ty while he was here and they talked a bit and I think he approves of my new friendship.

Oh well, time to put the armor back on and head out again.  Seems it’s time to protect my Dooker again. 

Fel