Let’s Go That Way…


March 28th

Dear Journal,

Oh, I think we’re going to be slogging through this Jade Forest forever. I keep looking around and I think I have been going in circles because things are starting to look familiar to me.  I can see why the Rangers mounted up and ran through like they had their pants on fire.  Nope, I have to be one of the foot soldiers that gets the pleasure of seeing every inch of ground.  I am going to put a mark on one the trees near a path that seems to be well trod by these plate-shod feet of mine and if I pass that way again tomorrow, I’ll know it. Are we in some kind of holding pattern?  I know I have killed so many Alliance and Hozen that I know Stormwind has got to be a ghost town by now.

I think I’m grousing about stuff because I think that Ty and I want to move further afield and not see the same things every single day.  How many Hozen do I have to stomp to see the other side of that particular hill?  Besides, one would think that the Alliance would stop parking that big barge in the sky and having their people parachute in every single day if they know we’re just waiting down at the landing zone to stomp their butts?

I can see a big Temple off in the distance and I want to get there and see what the rest of it looks like – the spire is like a beacon for us to work towards.  Nope, we fight all day, get recalled back to the same village and we do it all over again.  Hello!  Are we going to spend the entire war in the Jade Forest?

Ty and I are both becoming rather disgruntled with the Inn at this point.  Okay, we have to share the sleeping accommodations with a lot of other people and to be honest, I never have been one to like the barracks life.  There is always some fool that has to put his stinky boots where the air hits them and the odor wafts under your nostrils all night long until all you can smell is “stinky freaking feet”.

Oh, we’re doing our jobs and we’re doing what we are told to do, however, I can see the rebellion building up in Ty as much as I feel it in myself.  We want more, we want to see more and we definitely want to get out of this village.  Oh, the people are wonderful, however, I am starting to recognize the kids because I think they wear the same clothes every day or maybe they are different kids with the same clothes.

I think the reason our group is stuck here is because the Orc that leads us is getting laid by the Innkeeper, that’s my thought and the ugly bugger hasn’t ever been laid that much in his life.  Nope, I’m not going to become a settler in this Valley – I want out!

I want out of Jade Forest – I want to see what we’ve been told about.  No, I’m not bored, I’m just pissed.

Oh, I have to say that Fuzzbutt is getting to be a real fixture with Ty.  He likes to sit outside at night and plays with her. I wanted to make sure that he has something to care about if something should ever happen to me.  We really have become quite dependent on one another and I would think that he would miss my sarcasm a lot if something went wrong.

Oh, Light be praised  or whatever.  We’re going to be going in a different direction tomorrow.  Woot! We have a new Orc leading us too, wonder what happened to the hump happy one that was here before?  Oh well, it’s not my job to question things – I’m just getting kind of all giggly inside to think that we might see something different and get to kill something different.  Oh yes, my Dooker has been well protected all of this time.

Great! Now we have a new group of grunts coming in to try to find a place to sleep.  Oh, this place smells to high heaven.  One more fart in the room and I’m lighting a match to see if the building blows up.

I have to laugh, I didn’t realize that I make noises when I’m writing and Ty just told me that the growling was start to grate on his nerves a bit before he reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek.  Well, that was nice.  You growl, I’ll give you a kiss, the kitten purrs, I’ll pat you some more.   He’s learning.

Fel

Life Goes On…


March 22nd

Dear Journal,

Life goes on!! In my condition in this unlife, it does cause me to chuckle when I hear that.  If these mere mortals only knew what they were saying when they speak those words.  A means of living can go on through eternity if you have seen the things that I have seen and done the things that I have done.

At first, it was at the word of the Lich King, then, at my own volition in order to survive.  Whole villages of people have been killed by my hand in the name of the Lich. I can remember some of these acts, much to my sorrow and shame, however, my emotions were not under my control and my body was living through these acts. As they say, Life goes on!

I have done a lot of things since my life was renewed with the magic of the Lich and not all of them have been shameful.  From time to time, as I was tearing through a village with wild abandon and killing everything I came near, I would take pity on someone – maybe they reminded me of someone I knew in my past, somehow, maybe their pleas reached what was left of my soul – I would pass them by and continue on to my next victim.

That was my life under the Lich – kill or be killed and you must feed the Rune Blade.  At least now I have a choice as to what I can do or not do up to a point.  There are times when we are in battle that my old ways surface and I go on a killing spree – I can hear my blade singing in my ears as its hunger is satiated with each kill and I can feel myself growing stronger with each swing of my blade.  It’s true, you can lose yourself in a battle and not realize friend from foe – which is definitely a minus for the friend that you may have killed.

Since I met Felaran Morningstar, part of my unlife has changed.  I can hear her laughter when we are in battle and it makes me smile and I take kill for kill with her.  She takes joy in winning each fight and that is very infectious to me.  We fight side by side and I know that some of our comrades in arms will definitely give us a wide berth on the killing fields. We both recognize what we are and what we were meant to be, however, we have learned how to control some of that hunger that is always prevalent in our ways – the Rune Blade is our means of living and we will do what we must in order to survive.

I am starting to enjoy things that I thought were in the past for me.  The simple act of fishing or just being able to sit and feel the air wash over my body after I have removed my armor, my Blade is never far from my hand.  I am beginning to notice the beauty of my surroundings here in Panderia – it is possible to have a reawakening of one’s senses and to be able to take simple pleasure in your existence.

Before I came to Panderia, life was just something that was there.  I would go through the motions of trying to exist side by side with the living even though I was shunned by certain groups because of my abnormal existence, by their standards.   Here, in this time of war, I am accepted by all and yet, there is always that knowledge in my mind that this will change again when the war is over.

I am learning how to laugh again at the simple things.  A badly told joke even makes me smile, which was something I rarely did before now.  Felaran always teases me and tells me that it’s okay to enjoy things – I always wonder how much of this is awakening my other feelings in this unlife.  Anger I have lived with, laughter is something that is still in the learning process for me.  Gentleness is now something that I can do without fear of retribution from my fellow Death Knights.  Am I relearning all of the things that I thought were dead to me for all time?  I think so, however, I know that once I step back into battle, it all disappears as if it never was again.

This Jade Forest is a marvelous thing to me.  All the green things and all of the wildlife – yes, there are the Alliance here too that we lay waste too.  I know that while I may enjoy learning these things again, I won’t let it weaken me.  I’ve actually enjoyed just sitting in one spot and watching everything around me – the living doing their things – the Pandaren with their philosophical approach to life have intrigued me and I listen to what they say.  Slow Down! Life is to be savored!  If they only knew what life and taking life does for me as a Death Knight, they might not say that so cheerfully.  

Felaran actually gave me a pet.  A kitten so tiny that I can hold it in one hand.  I don’t remember having a pet before and I must say that the feelings that I have for my kitten, Fuzzbutt, have been rather embarrassing.  I can’t recall ever having a pet before and to know that this little thing is dependent on me for its very existence is very disturbing and it makes me feel different.  I didn’t know whether to thank her for the gift or not.

She laughed at me when I just held the kitten in my hand staring at it like it was some kind of strange life form and told me that it would make me a better man – how is taking care of a kitten going to make me a better man? Oh sure, I’ve been around other people’s pets and really never gave it much thought.  It’s another learning thing for me, I guess.

 I want to learn how she can take joy in this unlife the way that she does, that’s why we have become friends. She teaches me things every day – her existence here in Panderia and our meeting under these circumstances has actually opened my eyes to a different way of accepting what I am.

Writing things down in a journal is a new thing for me too.  It will help me remember things if my mind should start to deteriorate, which I hope is unlikely at this point.

Ty

 

 

Learning to Live Again


March 17th

Dear Journal,

In this time in place that I find myself, my past is better forgotten.  My name is Tylanlor Ravencrest, my birthplace in my past life was Silvermoon and my rebirth was Archerus. That is correct, I am a Death Knight and was in the service of the Lich King until his initial defeat at Hope’s Chapel and then my true freedom came with his final death in Ice Crown. I serve the Horde, by choice of my past life’s birth.

My memory of my family is hazy at best, however, there are times that I have flashbacks of sorts that chill my bones and sometimes, they take on a different feeling. I’ve dreamt of walking the streets of Silvermoon as a living being, talking with people that may be long dead, by my hand or another’s.  Names, some I can think I know and then, they fly from my brain as if they were chased by demons.  They probably were chased by demons, my own inner demons because I know what I am – something that the living should avoid if I am not in control of myself. Am I afraid of this “life” that I lead?  Am I angry about the fact that my mortal life was taken from ?  No, to both questions because I have faced death many times and have come to call it a friend – I will never age, I will never know the love of a mortal woman, I will never have a family as some do. No, I am not angry – angry is a useless waste of energy and takes from the pleasure that I have in my own existence.

I may have been a Ranger at some point because I know that I long to take up a bow in my hands from time to time and I have been teased constantly for the way that I move out in the field.  I stalk before I kill..and then I kill when the time is right.  My prey usually isn’t aware of my presence unless I want them to be aware – I feed from their fear as well as their deaths. I like to hear their screams, hear their heartbeats as they know that their lives are going to end in a flurry of blades or in my icy grip. Oh, I don’t stalk animals unless you count the two-legged variety.

I kill because I must, to survive in this unlife of mine.  I must feed the Rune Blade as well as the demon that I have become.

My first real memory is awakening in Archerus, the excruciating pain, the laughter of the people that were changing me forever. If this is similar to being born on the mortal plane, I’m surprised that we’re not all insane. I remember being pulled from the table that I had been chained too and turned over to some other Death Knights for their pleasure and enjoyment – had I still had my mortal soul, I would have ended it at that point for the shame that was visited on what was left of my living flesh and mind.

Hatred, yes, I have hatred for some of my kind that roam this Azeroth because they live the old way – the way of killing anything and everything that come near.  Scourge!  I don’t feel myself at odds with the Ebon Blade, however, I do feel at odds with some of the brethren that have not given up their roots in the evil that created them.  The Lich is dead, you can no longer serve him as some mindless robot, you can now think for yourselves. You can control your urges to do that evil, if you so choose.

I think that I was fortunate that my creation was done amongst some of the very last in Archerus – that taint was not allowed to grow as deeply imbedded as I have seen with some of the older Death Knights. I can still take a certain amount of pleasure being amongst the living – I can smell the flowers and enjoy the sunlight in moderation.  No, I’m not deteriorating as some of my kind are, if I am, it is indeed a slow process and my faculties seem to be fairly well intact.

I have always been pretty much a loner until I came to Panderia and I met someone that seems to enjoy this unlife more than others.  She has taught me how to enjoy things again, to almost feel alive.  She is probably a few years younger than I am, I’ve never asked, however, she has been among the ranks of the Death Knights a while longer, not by much from what we can piece together.  She was fortunate enough to be reunited with her family and has been able to learn of her past, whereas, my past is past and I may find out whom I really am at some time. She has taught me how to laugh at our circumstances and the way that she thumbs her nose at the rest of the world has caused me to join in that laughter on more than one occasion.  We are friends, I have avoided making friends in the past, living friends will sometimes turn on a Death Knight, however, the only time I have seen this happen amongst our brethren is if they are of a different faction or if they are the rogues that have given us a bad name.

I know that I feel comfortable being around her and would rather have her fighting at my side or covering my back than anyone I have ever encountered. Feelings?  I think I have them somewhere deep in this corpse body of mine, however, time will tell if that part of me is still capable of that kind of feeling.

Oh, one thing that I do have to say is that she is a terrible cook.  I will eat the food that she prepares, I’m one of the Death Knights that rarely feels hunger for food, my hunger is for something else. Anyway, I will eat her food and tell her how wonderful it is regardless of the fact the fact that it tastes like something the carrion would fight over.

Oh well, I suppose it’s time for us to go out and kill some more Alliance.  My blade thirsts this morning.

Ty

 

 

Having Fun With Josie In Dalaran…WTS two small boys to the highest bidder


August 15th

Dear Journal,

Well, things seem to be going well with my parents and Josie, which is a relief to me.   Oh, I knew they would like her and all that, however, I was still worried because she is the first girl that I have brought home for them to meet since we all moved to Dalaran.  The first girl I ever brought for them to meet was a girl I met in Shattrath and they liked her but her family didn’t like me, so, that didn’t end well…you know the usual racial taint thing.

We have had all kinds of fun, just exploring the Tundra and getting to know one another.  I haven’t taken her anywhere dangerous yet and I am trying to decide if the basin would be a good idea although there are some nice pools where we can go swimming without having to worry about something trying to eat us there.  One in particular that I like when I want to swim and that is the one up by Wintergrasp at the base of the waterfall, doesn’t appear to be that much wildlife around.

Even my Aunt Felaran has given her stamp of approval of the relationship, which is kind of funny because she’s the chaperone.  She kind of lets us get way ahead of her most of the time so that we can have some time alone.  Seems kind of strange dating a girl with a Death Knight dancing in attendance to make sure that everything is okay.  It makes me giggle and I am not even sure that Josie is aware of it all that much.  Surprisingly enough, Aunt Fel understands that a fellow needs someone in his life, a lady friend, other than family and friends. 

Of course, Mom and Fnor are asking poor Josie all kinds of questions because they are interested and curious about her. I don’t think they have figured out that not only is she from Gilneas, she’s a worgen too.   I think my Mom might be able to deal with that idea okay as long as it doesn’t present a danger to me, however, I think that Fnor would absolutely freak out.  I guess he’s had some bad experiences with worgen sometime in the past.  Luckily, that subject really hasn’t come up directly, it’s been hinted around a few times and I don’t think that Josie felt too uncomfortable in sidestepping those questions.  I just watched how my Mom’s ears would flick now and again when I know that she was making some of those mental notes to ask me about later.

Josie has dressed up in a nice gown every night for dinner, which is kind of funny because we don’t normally do that at home.  We just come to the table and eat like normal people; however, Josie has made quite the impression on Fnor with the way that her manners are very comparable to a Sindorei.  That’s a major plus in Josie’s favor, even if she might not realize it.

Sure, I’ve gotten a chance to kiss her a few times and there were times that she responded and acted like she wanted a little bit more, however, I am trying to maintain the decorum a little bit on this trip because I want her to get to know the family a little bit more…and me.  I wouldn’t mind taking her to bed, she’s attractive and I already know that she finds me attractive.  However, I am still a bit concerned about this wolf thing.  Do they change when they are having sex? It would be nice to find out ahead of time because it sure could be a shock to a fellow’s libido to be holding a nice warm woman in his arms and the next, have a snarling wolf there instead.  I’ll have to find a way to ask her about it without embarrassing her too.  I can’t ask anyone in the family about it because they don’t know about her other condition.

My two youngest brothers are really starting to get on my nerves because they keep following us around when we’re in Dalaran.  You know how little boys can be.  However, I pulled my Mom off to the side and asked her if she couldn’t keep them from following us, making noises and saying stupid stuff all of the time.  You know the sort of thing where they keep saying that Kaldor’s “in love” and some little poem they have in the minds about kissing.  I know I wanted to throw them both in the fountain last night when I was trying to steal a kiss from Josie in the Park and they popped out from behind some bushes and started making kissing noises.   I know that Aunt Felaran has already threatened to take them for a long ride and to drop them off the side of Dalaran to see if they would be able to sprout wings before they hit the ground, I told her that wasn’t necessary, I’d talk to Mom and get her to tie them down for a while with extra chores.

I think that Josie was a little surprised when she met the Dawnglory family, Fnar and his sister Felessa.  They are both as different from Fnor in appear as day is to night – that golden blonde hair that Fnar sports with pride and his sister’s almost white hair and extremely pale skin.  Felessa is almost as light if not lighter than Aunt Fel; however, she’s a live girl.  Fnar was very nice and polite to Josie and I think that she could understand what all he was saying most of the time just by the way he acted.  Luckily, he didn’t pull out all of the stops and start flirting with her, which would have made me very angry.  He is such a good looking Sindorei and he knows it, however, not all women swoon when he walks in the door either. 

I bought a nice bottle of Dalaran wine and some cheeses for tonight because I plan on taking her to the top of the tower overlooking the city and Ice Crown.  I want to have a picnic up there and I think that she will like it too.  All the stars should really be clear tonight if the mages aren’t too busy throwing out some more of their magic that keeps this whole city afloat.  I just want to sit on the balcony and be alone with her and the little guys will probably be out from under our feet for a while if my Mom does what she said she will do.  I’m looking forward to it, being alone with Josie and just being able to hold her in my arms and kissing her as much as we can in public.  The wine should be good too.  Of course, it will be cooler up there than it is down at the street level, which means that she will probably stay close to me too.  It should be nice for the two of us.

Josie likes the two-seater rocket mount that we have been using to do our exploring.  It definitely keeps us from getting separated and I like how she hangs onto my waist the whole time that she is on there.  Yes, she does lean up against my back sometimes and I can feel her kiss my neck now and again, which sends shivers up and down my body. 

Oh, we’ve wandered all over the Tundra and I think that I would like to take her to Grizzly Hills before she goes back to Stormwind.  It’s beautiful up there and I think it might remind her of her home a little bit from what little bit she has described to me about it.  It’s beautiful up there and the way the wind is constantly blowing through the trees, it always seems like there is some kind of magic music going through the air.  Oh, I’m sure that she will like to fish up there if she is into that sort of thing, I’ll have to ask her about that before we go because I can get some of the fishing tackle we have stored in the stables for us to use. 

I guess I should get busy and get dressed for breakfast.  I still haven’t asked Josie what she thinks about facial hair, so, I have to shave too. 

 

Kaldor