Eyes To The Future


April 11th

Dear Journal,

My name is Devon Maldevon and I’m a Death Knight.  It wasn’t a matter of choice, it was a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and dying a horrendous death.

So far, my family has disowned me – the name I have written in this journal is not my real name and will not be recognized by anyone in my former life.  Am I searching for my family?  No, I’m not searching for my family, I already found them and was asked to leave due to my current condition.  I was even shown my grave site in the cemetery in Stormwind.  I am dead to my family, however, my memory remains very much intact as to what kind of family they were. One would have thought that they would have welcomed their eldest son back with open arms, no matter that I was no longer truly amongst the living.

Money, wealth, social standing were everything to my family and I was the oldest son.  I broke away from my family to serve the King in Northrend and died for my efforts.  I was given a hero’s burial, it seems and my family went through their mourning period, however, they never had my body in their possession for these events.  They should have known that my own personal tenacity would live through anything that was done to me in Acherus.

Unlike some Death Knights, my memories have stayed strangely intact – the past, the evil deeds that I have done under the control and in the name of the Lich King as well as my familial memories.   I know that I was definitely adored by my family and I wanted for nothing – I was educated at the finest schools that could be offered in Stormwind, I was invited to all of the best parties – I had my own social standing as being quite the ladies man, I suppose.   I had the world in the palm of my hand, however, my patriotism lead me astray and I had to join the military for the sake of the Alliance – I wanted to kill the Lich King as much as any man did back in those days.

Now, my family gives me money to stay away and to not use their name any longer.  At first it hurt quite a bit to know that they would not or could not accept me as I am.    At least I came back even if my welcome was less than cordial.

Now, I am busy making my own way, albeit, I have more money than most thanks to my family’s generosity and I am finding that I am enjoying the new found freedom.  Sure, my memories of what I have done to survive since becoming a Death Knight are not the most pleasant sort, however, it’s how I still survive.   At least I didn’t forget how to make beautiful jewelry and I know how to find the most beautiful gems, even if I sometimes to resort to less than legal means to obtain them – it’s how I live now.

Am I upset about being a Death Knight and losing everything that I ever held dear in my life?  You can bet that I am, however, one thing that I learned long before my change, with enough money in hand, you can write your own ticket – you can climb that social ladder if need be and buy your way back to the top.

Sure, I don’t have the same drives that I used to have, however, I still enjoy some female companionship from time to time, with enough money, I can have all of the companionship that I want or need even if it is just to talk. There is no need for a man to go lonely – not even a dead man.

Well, it appears as though my needs and my search for the finer things in life are calling me to Pandaria.  Of course, I will be serving King and Country again, however, what I do in my off time is no one’s business and I fully intend on becoming one of the richest men in Stormwind despite my family’s feelings towards me.  I bet with enough money, they might even act like I’m a normal man.  I think my new motto in this unlife will be “eyes to the future, forget the past”.

Devon Maldevon

 

 

A Letter To Agatha


March 29th

Daughter,

After giving this some thought, I think that it is long past time for you to return home for a visit.  It is almost as if you are avoiding the thing that we hold dear, your family.  Your father and I have kept our own counsel, however, there are many things that we wish to discuss with you, one is that we are at that stage in life where we must plan for the surviving members of the family that will carry on the bloodline.

We will forever be in your debt for the help that you have given us over the years while you were employed in Dalaran as well as your current employment here in Silvermoon City.  You are so close to your home that we are surprised to that you have not come home to visit us, your siblings are beginning to ask the same questions that we are.

Our youngest daughter would like to get to know her older sister a bit better.  The gifts that you have sent to her have been greatly appreciated and she will always hold them dear.  However, your Father and I wonder if you’re not showing your sister too much attention with the gifts because you never bestowed as many on your other siblings.  I’ll admit that it has caused some jealousy to grow between Adamia and her older sibs.  Poor thing is still very much alone in her thoughts of wanting to become a Ranger some day.  The rest of the family feels that she should join us in running the Inn that we have all worked so hard to make successful. However, she is as headstrong as you were at that age, my darling girl,  and you left to see the world and to create your own life.  I only hope that your life has been a happy one and will continue to be so.

We all know that you are very busy running the houses of your benefactor in Silvermoon, however, we know that he would feel it amiss on your part if you were ignoring your own family.  We are very much aware of how much he leans on you for your assistance and support with his family and friends. Mr. Morningstar is indeed a very lucky man to have had you in his service for all of these years, however, we know that he would understand our need of seeing you more frequently if he were made aware of the circumstances.

Please understand that I am not begging you to come home.  I am asking you to come home and rebuild some of the ties that you have with your brothers and sisters.  They know who you are and they know that you have been our benefactress over the years, however, they have never been around you long enough to know what a wonderful person you are.   You don’t need to buy their love, Agatha, you do need to build up those ties with them before it’s too late to do so.  Your Father and I are both getting older and we want to know that our family will be together long after we’re gone.

No, I don’t mean to put you on a guild trip, however, it’s long past time for you to  come home again.  You are so close, living in Silvermoon and yet it almost feels as if you’re in another world, away from us by some great distance.  I know that you have seen your siblings in town and they have visited with you at the house, however, they will need more from you as time goes on.

I’m not ungrateful for all of the things that you have given us, however, we need to get to know you again too.  Your Father and I both love you dearly, you’re our eldest child and yet, there are times that we feel that you have become a stranger to us.  Your ties with the Morningstar family need not be broken, for that we know that will never happen, however, you need to renew your relationship with us.

I have kept your secret all of these years and I think it is time that you realize that we may have been mistaken in doing so. Your burden has become my burden in so many ways and your Father has gone along with it.  Aggie, it’s time to let the secret out, don’t you think?

Mother

 

Home and Family…


March 27th

Dear Journal,

Life is finally settling down and I think that I may have finally gotten my children convinced that there is a wrath from their Mother that they do not want to raise.  Vashlan is acting as humble as I have ever seen him – I think I shamed him enough to where he will be a bit more discrete in his new found pleasures of the flesh.    The two little boys, well, Karing is always the one that is quiet and I think that he is going to be fine, however, I will have to keep a closer eye on Volardan because he, of all my children, seems to have the more devious mind set of any of them.

Oh, poor Kal, I know that he is having a terrible time with the way things are going between he and Kae.  I have tried to explain to him that sometimes it is much easier for women to talk together about problems than it is for them to speak with their companions or mates.   I tried to explain to him when he was in Stormwind last week that there was no reason for him to be upset with Kaelendra because she came to me with her problems concerning him.  She wasn’t being a tattle-tale, she was trying to figure out what it is that she is supposed to do to try to convince him that he can be wrong sometimes with some of his actions.

Oh, that prideful Sindorei blood will rise in Kal now and again – this is one time that I have to agree with Kae, he does need to be more careful with the things that he becomes involved in.  Plus, Kae has never had a family, she didn’t have the bonus of having a close-knit family such as we have.  Her life has always been a communal kind of thing, foster parents as is our custom with future Sentinels as well as being shuttled from family to family to avoid that weak spot of having a family to tug at one’s heart-strings.

Our family is the first family that she has ever been heavily involved in.  Poor thing is trying so hard to please Kaldor and trying to put aside her feelings that she still has for the Sentinels – once a Sentinel, always a Sentinel – this I know from my own experience.   I’ve learned how to hide that part of my personality rather well and put my family first these days.  There are times that I truly long to be back and a part of that organization because it was a huge part of my growing up and has been a mainstay in my life, almost as much as my Sindorei.  Poor child is having to go through a lot of changes in her life and I hope that Kal is reasonable enough that he will see that she is struggling with fitting into the family as well as into her new lifestyle with him.  No, they haven’t declared themselves as mates and they haven’t taken their vows yet, however, I do see that coming in the near future.  Her love for him is almost as great as my love is for my beloved and I do hope that he is intelligent enough to recognize it.

There are times that I have to remind myself that our children will never learn from our experiences before them, they have to experience everything for themselves, or so it seems.  All you can do as a parent is to advise them of things and try to make them aware, however, they have to learn it the hard way for themselves in certain circumstances for them to realize that their parents are not doddering old fools.   I was the same way with my parents.

I do see a lot of my Sindorei in our two sons and I also see how some of his ideals and things have also been absorbed by my two youngest boys.  You can say what you will, blood will tell as well as the environment that the children were raised in.

Oh, I am being so philosophical this morning that it’s making my head hurt.   I was just sitting here at my desk and overhearing some of the conversations from the warehouse below.  We definitely have a diverse group of people working for us here in  Stormwind, however, their loyalty to the Crown and to our company is almost shocking.   Seems they all weigh their actions to cover both bases.

I did send Magdamia off to Pandaria and she should be returning from there in the next few days.  I am anxious to hear her report about whether she thinks it would be feasible for us to put another warehouse in Halfhill or possibly the Jade Forest for our business.  It would definitely cut down on the travel time and distribution of the goods if we had a place up there to use as well as Shattrath and Stormwind.    Of course, I’ll have to discuss this with my Sindorei because it will be part of his business plans as well as my own.  I suppose we ought to look into hiring more people and gather more contracts up there as well as in Outland.

Speaking of my beloved, I wonder how his time is being spent in Silvermoon?  I know that we both have been extremely busy trying to get things in order with the business, however, I know that he had the added burden of dealing with his spoiled baby sister.   Poor man was very distraught with her actions when we last discussed them in Nagrand.  If there was something that I could do to make him feel better about things I would, however, it is going to be something that I can only advise him on because, it is his sister and my sister-in-law.  I do hope that he listened to my advice.

I will be happy when we have things settled enough in Shattrath to where we can spend more time together.  I don’t care what other women may say, I miss my mate and I miss his physical presence in my life more than I can decently mention.  Oh, to feel his arms around me and those caresses that only he can give me or part of the reasons that I love him so much.  We’ve been together for many years and we have been through so many trials and tribulations, however, the passion has never dimmed or died in our private lives.

Amynlarae Shadowmoon

 

My Life and Times…


March 3rd

Dear Journal,

It has been many years since I have taken a pen in hand and written a journal.  Oh, I used to write almost religiously and then, for some reason, I stopped the habit or maybe it was because I had gotten too busy in my life to take the time to write about it.  I write for myself and no other, if anyone were to chance upon this book, I would think that they would respect the contents for what they are and expect no great literary content to be gleaned from it.

My name is Agatha Fairsong, I hail from a small village outside of Silvermoon City.  I am neither important, not of any kind of noble lineage nor am I a wealthy woman. I am a simple housekeeper to the Morningstar family.  I have spent most of my adult life taking care of their wants and needs and I have asked nothing more from this life. I  have wanted nothing more than to do this job I was hired to do many years ago and I think that I have allowed this family to become my life.  I live vicariously through them – I love them all with all my heart and wouldn’t be happy working for any other group of people.

Since I haven’t been able to locate any of my old journals since we left hurriedly from Dalaran prior to the Purge, I suppose I ought to do some work in this journal by backtracking a bit and filling in the missing pieces that are indeed pertinent to my life and story.

Yes, I did grow up in Fairbreeze, just a short jaunt from our capital city of Silvermoon.  I can’t say that I cared to spend much time in the city though, it was always a place where a girl had to be very careful, what with the randy Rangers running around and some fool looking for a very innocent and naive young country girl to pull some nonsense on.  Oh yes, my parents usually didn’t allow me to go there very often alone and when I did venture to, they had a set time for me to return home, which I did my best to follow…or sometimes ignored if I was feeling a bit rebellious.

My home was like any other home in the area, I suppose.  We had the meager furnishings that our finances could afford us and we existed as trades people.  Primarily earning our living as herbalists and scribes or alchemist.  Life was good, a warm caring family and a place where I could bring my friends to visit and not feel any shame.  No, we were far from the social climbers that lived in Silvermoon and we liked it that way.  I will always feel that my family gave me a good foundation for my life, the ability to care about others and the ability to love those same people without any barriers.  If we had enough food in the house, which always seemed to happen, we would have people drop by to join us in our meals and have a good time just socializing.  My Father always said that to do well to others would have that repaid to you in kind in the future.  I don’t know if the poor dear was just naive with his head always stuck in books or sitting at his desk working on his enchants.  My Mother was more the realist and would oftentimes upset my Father when she bespoke badly of others, however, she was right in many of observations.

Naturally, when the Scourge Invasion happened in our fair Forest, we fled like most of the populace.  We fled to the city to take shelter until the Scourge had been repelled.  There was a great deal of loss of life during that time and we lost many of our old friends, however, that didn’t stop my Father from wanting to return to our old way of life once the dangers had passed.

We ended up rebuilding our home since most of it was destroyed by the passing armies and it took a great deal of time and money to bring it back to his former hominess. However, we did it and resumed our lives as if nothing had happened.  What friends that we had left were returning from the city and they often times stayed with us while they were rebuilding.  My Mother was making noises about the fact that we should just add a few more rooms to the house and we could call it an Inn.  I am sure the comment was made in a sarcastic way, knowing Mother as I do, however, my Father took her at face value – he added the rooms and we started a very small Inn.  So, you see, that’s how our little home turned into a booming business that brought profit into the family coffers.

It was during this time that I started getting the yearning to do some adventuring on my own.  I know that I was growing tired of being a serving wench, cook, maid and anything else that was required of me to help with the business.  I was young and I wanted to see the world that these people that visited the Inn were constantly going on about. I really wasn’t bored with my life, however, with all of this talk, I wanted to see more of life and I wanted to have these rousing adventures of my own. My parents knew of my yearnings and told me that I should go out and see the world and then I would realize what a pleasant way of life we had here.  So, off I went.

And so, this is where my story begins, not all things in life are pretty and not all things in life are fair, however, this is the life that you have put before you and you must rejoice in your own existence. You have your faith to guide you, your upbringing to gather your experience from and you learn how to quell your doubts and keep going forward.  If you’re not moving onward with your life, you may die without ever having known what a beautiful, dangerous and glorious world we live in.

Agatha Fairsong

 

(To Be Continued)

 

 

 

Accepting Your Fate…


February 28th

Dear Journal,

I have survived the destruction of my home, the deaths of my entire family and the horrendous life changes that have occurred to me, so far.  My name is Alexander Brandric, I am Gilnean and I am also a Worgen, through no choice of my own. Let me step back here a bit and I will tell you some of my story, dramatic, comical and sometimes rather boring.

I was the son to a minor noble family at home, which that name is not important to me now because the family as I knew it are all dead.  I am the sole survivor of the slaughter because I was the one doing the slaughtering. We had endured the onslaught of the plague being cast into our midst by the Forsaken and Sylvannas – we considered ourselves fortunate, maybe we were just kidding ourselves and accepted the ugly death at the beginning. Little did we now that the forthcoming horror that would befall our land.

From what I recall of my family, I assume that we were happy, we had money and all of the creature comforts that we once enjoyed without much thought.  There were parties, friends and lots of young woman to peek the fancy of a young man such as myself.  I’ll admit that I was no respecter of women and their protected virginity and partook of anything that I so desired – money has its advantages.

One night after one of my parent’s balls that was held in our home, I found myself in bed with a sweet young thing, she couldn’t have been more than sixteen. We all had been drinking and dancing most of the night and it culminated with me escorting this sweet young thing to my bedroom for some more intimate discussions.

We had all seen and heard of the worgen running rampant though our lands and were aware of the consequences if you were ever bitten, you would join the ranks of the filthy beasts. The worgen were originally created by Archmage Arugal to fight the Scourge, however, these aggressive beats had decided to turn their interest on easier prey, the citizens of Gilneas. Woe be to anyone that was only bitten and not killed.

When I awakened the next morning this young woman was acting rather peculiar and she bit me as hard as I have ever been bitten by any creature.  I cried out in anguish and looked at her to ask her why she had done such a horrible thing and notice her eyes had changed to a brilliant yellow and she was trying to attack me again. By The Light!! My bedmate was a worgen going through the transition to beast – that meant that I was going to have to face that Curse, there was nothing to prevent it or cure it. To be blunt, I killed her before she had a chance to kill me and removed her body from the house to the dense forest near there.  I was hoping that I hadn’t been cursed and I was also hoping that no one would remember that I was the last one to see her alive, if they ever found the body, that is.

Apparently, this Curse starts to stream through your body rather rabidly and it’s only a matter of hours, not days, until you make the transition to Wolf. The inner turmoil and pain I can remember as freshly today and I did the day that it happened. I thought to lock myself away in my rooms and no one would be the wiser, I had heard that some worgen were capable of returning to their normal human form – I had planned on staying in my rooms until I could make that change.

In my bestial madness, I broke out of my supposedly secured rooms and went on a rampage throughout the house, killing anything in my path.  I can vaguely remember some of the people that I killed however, I can remember killing my Mother and it causes me great anguish to my very soul. I can still see her shocked and pained face as I attacked her.   Her only words were “Why Alex…why?”  I will carry that picture in my mind until the day I die. From that point forward, my mind seems very unsure of the things that I was compelled to do as this beast.

The most horrible thing that happens with the Curse is that you are still inside this beast, you can see, hear and taste the things that it does, however, you have no control over it at all.  You may be screaming for people to run inside the head of the beast, however, the beast still kills whatever it happens to be pursuing, you see it very graphically and can feel the pleasure that the kill often brings.

I don’t know how long I was like this, my human mind was so overridden by the beast’s mind that I think I lost consciousness.  I do know that I was eventually captured and subdued in a cage, then later moved to chains.  I was forced to drink a potion that was supposed to cure the Beast, however, that potion took its own sweet time taking affect.  I was in the form of the Wolf for quite a while until something triggered the potion and I was able to return to my human form once again.

I remember fighting alongside my fellow Gilneans, some in human form, some with the Wolf.  I can say that we fought bravely and it seemed as though we were all going to be exterminated by the Forsaken.  The Forsaken were still lobbing their plague filled globes into the city, the stench overrode everything else and there was constant fighting for every single little foothold that we were able to gain.  It was a horrific time to be alive, no matter what form you were in.  To see your entire lifestyle being ripped away, people dying al around you, it was a war that I had never thought that I would be drawn into.  What was once a very proud city was now in ruins, people lying dead all around, too many bodies to give a decent burial and so many worgen satisfying their hunger by eating them – these were the worgen that were not such as I.

Graymane led his men valiantly, losing his own son in the process, as we tried to take our city back from the Forsaken and the worgen beasts that killed whatever came in their path. It was a truly gut wrenching time. We finally had to forsake our beloved city and fought onward to the coast – killing pockets of worgen and Forsaken as we went.  I don’t know how many people I saw die and at this point, I am numbed to the whole thing.

We lost our land, our people and the rights to truly claim that we were humans during that time. We finally made our final stand with the Night Elf race that came to our aide.  Of all the races in this great world of Azeroth, they were the only ones that stood valiantly with us.  We had to escape our land and took our refugees to Kalimdor.  What few of us that survived the struggles now live in Darnassus.   Most of us are Cursed, some are not, it was at the direction of the Fates as to whom was blessed with being normal human beings, displaced by a war that we never asked for or saw coming behind our wall to keep the world at bay.

I oftentimes hear people talking about a cure for the Curse and I have to laugh to myself.  There is no cure, you fools, you just have to learn how to control this inner beast and carrying on with what kind of life that has been left to you. I have very little gold in my pouch and I will have earn my money by my own hard work – no family fortune here, all was lost the night I killed my family.

Luckily I had learned to hunt with my Father and his group of friends long before this transition, so, I do have a means to support myself here in this strange land that we will now call home.  I do know that I almost get some kind sexual pleasure when the Wolf takes over and I am out in the field.  I have never known such physical strength and prowess as a human – I relish the joys of hunting down my prey and killing it, sometimes rending it to something that is not even recognizable in my beast frenzy.

I am going to accept this Curse for what it is, sometimes a blessing and sometimes something that separates my people from the rest of humanity.  I’ll keep searching for this so-called cure, however, I don’t think that it exists other than in some foolish man’s mind.

Alexander Brandric

Just Thoughts of A Death Knight …


February 18th

Dear Journal,

Oh my, it has been a terribly long time since I’ve written in my journal – I noticed the date of my last writing and also noticed that the book was neatly secured deeply in my bag, so deep that I had to almost empty the bag before I could even remove it.

There are times that I do miss the fact that I can’t truly remember my family and then there are times that I am filled relief that I don’t after seeing and hearing some of the things that Felaran is going through.  Yes, I know I had a family, I didn’t just pop up out of the ground as a full grown man, become Scourge at the commands of the Lich, I had to have had a family, at least parents.

I know I did laugh at poor Fel the other night when she was writing in her journal and grumbling curse words every few seconds as she wrote things in her journal.  Her immediate family really isn’t that large, however, her extended family and friends seems to be quite extensive.  She is fortunate that she has all of the other people in her life, I suppose, however, I’m very happy that she is in mine because I honestly don’t know what would have become of me.

She’s still teaching me things, things that a man grown should have already achieved and known about and she is teaching me how to enjoy this unlife that we exist in. Prior to her coming into my life, I had had a very lonely existence and took it for granted that this is how I would exist in the here and now.  Since she came along, I am finding myself learning how to care about other things, other people and perchance, their feelings.

What I was laughing about the other night was the fact that it appears that her younger sister has returned to the fold and started making everyone’s lives a bit more tumultuous.  I have never met the young lady, however, from the descriptions that I have had from Fel, I’m not real sure that I want too. Felaran had told me that when she, as a Death Knight, returned to the family, there had been quite a bit of trouble from her sister due to the fact that a Knight was not socially acceptable to the people that her sister was acquainted with.  I can well imagine the uproar it might have caused. I suppose that they made amends and became friends when they were living in Dalaran – you know that sister kind of thing.  However, it does sound like Felaran has had her hands full with her much younger sibling and I do feel sorry for Fnor because the poor bugger has been stuck in the middle of it.

I know that in my travels through the Kingdoms, after my release from the Lich King, people were oftentimes less than friendly and I would take all manner of insults hurled in my direction from them.  As time has gone on and the people have found that we can be of service to them in our ability to fight to protect them from things – they have begrudgingly accepted us. However, I will say that our acceptance here in Pandaria has been a much welcomed reprieve from the cruelties that we had gone through before – not that it wasn’t deserved.  We were meant to be storm troops, killers at the call of our Master and we were not designed to have the emotions or feelings of our living counterparts.

Oh, I’m letting my mind wander too far back, I tend to do that sometimes and it does make me not only grateful for the life that I have now, it always makes me a little sad to think of the things that might have been different if I were a mortal man.

I’m sad a bit this morning because Felaran and I went to Halfhill and we were planning on buying our little farm, unfortunately, we were a few gold shy and the fellow just wouldn’t barter with us.  I know that Fel was disappointed, I could see it in her eyes and the way she carried herself.  We talked about it afterwards and have decided that we’re not in that big of a hurry, it will only take us a few more weeks to come up with the money and not be broke after the purchase.  It would be nice to be able to fix the place up a bit before we actually move in too – the house needs a lot of repairs and Naton has already told me that after we buy it, he will come over to help us fix things up – he’s a good man for a Tauren and a fellow Knight.

I know that Fel and I both love Pandaria and there are times when we both almost forget that we are what we are until our Rune Blades remind us, none too kindly, I might add, that we need to attend to certain things in order to survive.  I just know that it seems as though we are more acceptable to the people living here than we ever were in the Kingdoms.  We have decided, when all of this is over, that we are going to make our home here with the Pandaren. I know that the thoughts of having a home and a place to call our own has made us both very happy – yes, we’re going to stay together no matter whatever else may happen.  I think that we were both tired of being alone most of the time and we enjoy one another’s company…and there are other feelings as well.

I know that being with Felaran has softened me quite a bit, however, my old persona will show up without much warning when we are in a battle without fail.  It’s odd that there just seems to be a calling when our adrenalin kicks in and we become what we once were again.  Afterwards, I know that we both feel the glow of the battle, however, we welcome the reprieve of returning to what is considered the norm for the living.

I know that Felaran teases me unmercifully about Fuzzbutt, the kitten that she gave me a while back.  Well, that kitten has gotten to be rather large and is almost fully grown by feline standards and I still treat her like the baby she once was.  Of course, when we’re not doing our duty, we’re able to relax in Dawns Blossom at the Inn where Fuzzbutt seems to be the center of attention to some of the people visiting there as well.  She’s a friendly little thing and is truly getting to be more spoiled than she already was.   I know that I like to hold her on my chest and feel that purring rumble through her body and the warmth.  Fel told me that I treated the cat like a baby and that I was going to ruin her for any kind of “mousing” ability that she might have – you know, killing the virmen would be a good thing for a cat to do.  Anyway, I told Fel that Fuzzbutt was the only child that we would ever have and I thought she was going to split her sides laughing – it’s true, we can’t have kids, so, we might as well have pets, right?

Ty

Changes – Getting Used to Things – Starting to Enjoy Life Again


 

November 28th

Journal,

Well, I haven’t had the time nor the inclination to write in this journal for a while because I’m still trying to adapt to this new lifestyle here in Darnassus.  Yes, it’s definitely a huge difference from my life in Gilneas, however, it’s something that I have no other choice except to adapt to it.  At least the Night Elves gave us all refuge here in their homeland which is more than I could say that was offered by some of the other races of the Alliance.

I think that we’re more tolerated in Stormwind than we are accepted.  Yes, I did get out and do some adventuring to see the world a bit while I have the chance, plus, I’m alone and it helped to pass the time a bit for me.  I still haven’t found any signs of my wife and daughters yet, nor my parents.  I guess that I should get used to the idea that my family is gone and I may never know what happened to them.  It still doesn’t mean that I won’t continue to search for them and still miss them more than I ever did.

I think that I am getting used to living in Darnassus most of the time now.  It’s a bit strange with all of the Night Elves and such and their traditions.  I do go and visit with my own kind, however, I do have to kind of smile to myself because I never knew there were so many nobles in Gilneas before I arrived in Darnassus.  I won’t ever say anything because if it’s something that makes them happy, so be it.

I will have to admit that I did enjoy the holiday last week.  I did over-eat and probably had more than enough to drink but I did meet up with a few new people and we all enjoyed the festivities together.  I met a young lady by the name of Felicity Fitzpatrick – she has a nickname that is kind of cute – Felley.  Anyway, we spent quite a bit of time together chasing those turkeys down together and she’s a damned good shot. I had to laugh when she asked me what pack I was in and if I was an Alpha though – never have quite figured that out.  So, I just told her that I ran alone most of the time.  I guess that she hasn’t found a proper Pack to run with either, so, I did tell her that she was welcome to run with me now and again.  I didn’t want to make any more serious overtures than that at this point because it might be a bit awkward if I do happen to find my wife again.

I will have to admit that she has a very nice human form – long red hair and very blue eyes.  She kind of reminds me of my wife a bit, however, I don’t think that  was as aggressive when I took her hunting.  I’m still getting used to people just running around in their wolf form when they are in the cities – I always consider it kind of rude, however, to each his own.  I like to take my human form when I am around people and save the wolf for when I’m out in the field – seems more fitting somehow.

I guess I will always miss Gilneas though.  I miss the countryside, my old friends and acquaintances.  One thing I do miss is taking my afternoon tea with my wife in the front yard of our house, just sitting under the trees and talking.  My, we could talk longer than it took us time to drink our tea and eat the little scones that she would have made that morning.  It was a lovely time.  I also miss watching my daughters try to act all grown up, balancing their plates and trying to sip their tea without making a mess of it.  Yes, those were good times.

One thing I have started doing is trying to get back to Darnassus for tea sometimes and it seems that Felley likes to do the same thing too.  I think that we might become friends over time and will enjoy one another’s company since it seems that we are pretty much alone and separated from the people that we knew at home.   I do think that she was in a higher social strata than I was at home, however, she doesn’t act all “noble” and stuff.  If I make a social error, she’s not all appalled at my actions – she just accepts me for who and what I am.

Well, I know that this isn’t getting any more coin in my pockets by sitting here and just letting my mind wonder around.  I need to get off my haunches and get back to work if I ever want to figure out what I am going to do with my life.  Can’t say that I plan on living forever in Darnassus, I’d like to have a little house of my own again and be able to have a place of my own.  I miss that.

Oak