Just Sisters…


January 16th

Dear Journal,

There are times that I think that my sister has totally lost what was left of her mind, not surprising either, however, she does make me wonder seriously about her sometimes.   I know that she is the creative one of the two of us, however, there are even limits to that if you aren’t really on the ball.

I went on about my business yesterday  and left Bri at home to take care of a few things, marketing, finish cleaning up her tailoring messes that happen all of the house and those damned pins of hers.  I can’t tell you how many times I have bounced my posterior down on one of them.  I hope that she got as lot of the stuff done and that it will be safe to sit on the couch again.

Naturally, I got involved in a bunch of other things and ended up staying away from home over night so that I could finish filling the contracts that we have for a few items, a few more pieces of leather ought to cover it anyway.  Yeah, I know that it is weird to take my journal with me when I go out on these trips, however, I’ve found it a good idea when I never really know how successful these trips are going to be due to the size of the contracts these days.

I did decided to visit around some of the places that I haven’t been in a while to see how things are faring.  I know that all of the talk right now seems to be about the conflict at the portal and people going onto this new place to protect Azeroth from these Iron Horde.  The only problem being is that when or if you decide to do this, you have to join the military again and I am not real keen on that since my last experience was less than stellar – I really hated being stuck with a bunch of Blood Elf females all of the time.   That seems to be what everyone is talking about these days although there are still plenty of things still going on here in Pandaria, enough to where we are actually keeping some of the troops here yet.  I’m sure they sent the cream of the crop on to this Draenor place.

I got home and the first thing that Brianca hits me up with is the fact that we should go to this new place.  No, I’m not about to leave the farm behind and just uproot everything that I have worked for in the last year and go running off to this other place.  I tried to explain to her some of the things that I had heard about how to get there and why I didn’t want to go – now she’s off pouting because she thinks it’s a good idea and thinks it’s unfair that I should be the one calling the shots on what she does.   Well, if she wants to go, she can go, however, I’m not going unless it’s absolutely necessary.

It just so happens that I like working for the company and I hate the idea of being stuck in some military setting where I always have to jump when some superior ranked person decides that I need to do something differently.  Nope, I like my independence and I don’t like being forced into things that I don’t like.  If she wants to go, that’s fine, however, she will be doing it on her own.    She was babbling about being on the cutting edge of things and getting into get started on her tailoring in the new land – well, does she even now what she means about the “cutting edge” – it’s totally different from what I think she thinks it means and it will take a heck of a lot more knowledge than how to use a pair of scissors to cut through a piece of cloth.

I’ve always been the one to go “first” and to set the pace and try to make things comfortable and as easy as I can for her in the past, even when we were both alive, that’s just how it was.  Our parents were always sending us on tasks and Brianca always came in second to catch up after I had done the hard parts, I don’t  think that she has  a clue what a “war” really means because she really hasn’t been exposed to anything firsthand, she’s always followed me.    If she wants to go, I can’t stop her.

We’re sisters and we’re supposed to stay together.  Sure, we’ve argued and we’ve had some pretty serious arguments, however, she’s always listened to me.  Now, she has been in Pandaria for such a short time and all of a sudden she thinks that she can take care of herself all on her own.  I’m afraid of the trouble that she might get herself into and part of me wants to go to protect her and the other part of me wants to let her find out what it’s like on her own.  I just don’t want anything to happen to her, she’s the only family that I have left.

No, damn it, she didn’t get all of the pins out of the couch, I just plunked my bum down and stood up looking like a pin cushion again.  I don’t want to be a total nag about things, however, if she decides to go off on her own, I hope she takes her stuff with her.  She can take that dress dummy of hers with her too because there have been a few times that I have come in late and thought it was an intruder and almost hacked it to bits. 

Hazey Smyth

 

Life Goes On…


October 15th

Dear Journal,

Well, I will have to admit that I am enjoying the girls’ little house in Orgrimmar that they have allowed me to sublet since they have already departed to Pandaria.  I would have enjoyed going with them, however, I had things that kept me back in Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.  Oh well, I suppose that it is just as well that they went on their own and I might join them at a later time for a visit. At least I didn’t have to bring much furniture with me because they left most of theirs here for me to use other than a decent coffin, which I will get a new one from home.

I think that I can understand why the girls were constantly bickering because their personalities are as different as night and day.  Hazey is a true huntress and has her own way of doing things while Bri, poor Brianca, would much rather sit and sew and make pretty things.  I think that I can understand why Hazey would constantly be fighting with her sister about her sewing things because I have found more than my fair share of pins in the strangest of places, mostly where I might place my posterior.  Tailors are truly an odd lot, however, Brianca will always be very special to me.  At least I do get to see Brianca now and then when she comes back to Orgrimmar to meet with some of her clients for fittings and making deliveries that she won’t trust to the mail.

I suppose that Orgrimmar is okay in its own way, however, I think there are entirely too many Orcs living here. Yes, yes, I do know that it is an Orc city and I do know that with the current regime that it is just something that I will have to tolerate although I am truly not in the city all that often.

Zippie seems to think that I needed a change of scenery or it may be that she wanted me to keep an eye on her Uncle Zednick – not real sure about me being any kind of good influence on the fellow because he is a typical goblin and very headstrong with the things that he does, not to mention, he’s a mage. He’s a strange little fellow that loves his drink a bit too much sometimes and has a temper that flares up sometimes with no apparent reason.   Oh yes, everyone knows about his getting thrown in jail for mooning the Warchief too, however, I really thought it was funny even if the timing was a bit off.  I know that the Commander was none too pleased at having to drop everything that he was doing in order to head back to Orgrimmar to bail the little bugger out, not to mention, there was a hefty sum that had to be paid as well as mending some diplomatic fences that had been damaged. I think that Garrosh should have appreciated seeing a goblin backside as a change of pace from looking at his own kindred, they are truly ugly.

Look, I’m Forsaken and I know what some of us look like, however, we can have a few things added or removed readily enough if we can find the replacement parts from a fresh corpse.  I think I am a pretty handsome fellow since I had my jaw replaced from the metal one that I had to a fresh new jaw that seems to work fairly well although it’s definitely not as strong as my old one.  I just have more to shave when it’s required now than I did before, however, I’m not one to complain about hair that actually still  grows.   At least it doesn’t look like the Alliance King’s chin, now that’s a chin to write stories about.

I think that I will ask the girls about changing the curtains in what we have for a bedroom though, the pink flowers really kind of annoy me and make me wonder if I’ve died and been left in a very feminine mortuary.  I’m sure that Bri made them, however, it does sort of make what I have left as far as masculine sensitivity feel a bit out of place.  Just for the sake of getting a good night’s sleep, I think that I might suggest some darker colors, maybe even black with some red and white lilies just to had some color.  I’ll have to talk to Bri when she comes to town again.   I think I will also ask her to make a couple of new satin pillows for me as well because my old ones are really more than a bit threadbare.

I ran into an old friend of mine here in Orgrimmar the other day.  I was really surprised to see that he had left the Undercity behind to go out adventuring.  Naturally, he was down on his luck and I was able to give him a few copper to hold him over until he could find some work. I actually told him to go to Silvermoon and see Zippie about getting work with Morningstar Enterprises because I will have to admit that the Commander does pay top dollar for the skins and leatherwork that I contract for.   It should be a good thing for him and I did give him some money to make the trip back to Silvermoon City too.

Ah well, I’m sure that I’ll get used to being in Org a bit more after some time passes. Staying based in Org doesn’t necessarily mean that I can’t go home every now and again either.

 

Nestick

 

Living With A Tailor Is Hazardous…


August 18th

Dear Journal,

It has been a while since I’ve last written, however, I have been busy trying to make a living and keep my sister in the style in that she has grown accustomed. Don’t get me wrong, I dearly love my sister and would do anything for her, however, her tailoring is really making my life a bit difficult at the moment and I have let her know that there are going to be some changes in how she takes care of her things or we might have to make other arrangements.

I understand that there is a creative bent to her nature and I am willing to go along with that.  I know that when we were alive and living on the farm, she was always better at her stitchery than I was and always better at doing a few other things that required a bit of finesse.  I know that it was really difficult for me to sit down and try to do any kind of stitchery because I always wanted to be outside doing things that were more physical, if you know what I mean.   Mother was always praising Brianca for her embroidery and was always literally taking the thread out of mine and making me redo large portions of it.  I was just never good at plying the needle and I don’t think that I have improved with age either.   That was before all things changed and our life circumstances were altered drastically…and oh yeah, we stopped living and became Forsaken.

Oh, we’ve adjusted to things rather nicely and I think that we are making a good living with what we both do combined.  She has her tailoring and enchanting that she does so well and I have my hunting skills to keep meat on the table as well as working my fingers to the bone doing my leatherworking.  It all works out in the end and I think that we are satisfied with what our money has been able to buy for us both.

Yes, we’re living in Pandaria for the time being and we have our little farm that seems to be flourishing and bringing in the profits that we wanted to help us make a living.  We still have the little house in Orgrimmar that I truly wish the landlord would sell to us outright so that we don’t have to keep paying him rent for it to sit empty most of the time.  Oh, we still go back there to visit with some of our friends and sometimes Bri goes back there to make her clients happy and they can get their fittings down for whatever it is that she is making for them.   We still go back to Undercity too because there are just things that we can get there that we can’t get anywhere else, only place that we can spare parts for damaged ones without the authorities all getting up in arms.

What I was so upset with Bri about was the fact that her stuff is all over the house, not confined to one area that we had agreed upon when she moved in.  Okay, the real crux of the matter is that is kind of embarrassing when you keep feeling uncomfortable in your armor and you take it off to find out what it is that is stabbing you repeatedly in the backside and discover that your butt has been turned into a pincushion.  Not fun at all!   I must have been sitting on the couch and doing something and got these pins stuck in my bum and I didn’t notice it until I put my armor back on and it, pardon the pun, pushed it home.  When you’re Forsaken, you really don’t have a lot of meat on your bones to start with, I was never blessed with a large posterior to begin with and what is left is comfortable for me even if it isn’t something that people want to stare at anyway.

The next thing that really sent me over the edge was the fact that I came in from hard day of work out in the fields, Bri was inside sewing, and I thought that I would grab a bite to eat.  Well, I thought that it was a thing that I needed to do in order to feel more normal.  I saw that Bri had a large pot of soup on the stove and I helped myself.   Well, it was the nastiest soup I have ever eaten and if those were noodles and bits of meat in there, they were equally over-cooked or something.  Really stringy stuff and the texture was borderline revolting and I’m not that picky.

So, I thought that I would let Bri know that there was something amiss with her soup.  Well, that’s when I found out that it was dye for her material and the stuff that I thought was noodles was netting of some kind and I didn’t want to know what it was that I thought it was meat.  Nope, didn’t press the issue with her at all other than to race out to the outhouse and hurl what was left in my stomach out.    Let’s just say that I was the one that was upset by it all.  It’s bad enough that our teeth aren’t real white like the Sindorei or even the Tauren, ours are off-color and sometimes they aren’t as plentiful as they could have been – they just kind of drop out sometimes.  Anyway, I told her she can’t leave her dye stuff in the kitchen anymore.

I guess I just need to make some more adjustments to my way of life and learn to ask her what is in the kitchen before I help myself to more of that stuff.

Hazey Smythe

I Made It…With Some Minor Complications


June 17th

Dear Journal,

Well, I finally made it to Pandaria and I must say that I am exhausted even if I am already dead. I can’t tell if Hazey is really all that happy to see me, however, you never know with her because she can be a real sourpuss. I guess that she is a bit miffed that I didn’t send her word that I was on my way because she apparently made a trip to Orgrimmar only to find out that I was gone and the locks had been changed on the house, which she got the new key from the landlord, so, it shouldn’t have really mattered I guess.

I honestly don’t understand her sometimes, however, she was like this before the plague and we died.  She always thought that everyone should be able to read her mind and know what she was doing and we should act accordingly.  I couldn’t do it then and I sure can’t do it now.  Oh well.

At least she was at home when I finally made my way to Halfhill.  What a journey it was to begin with and then to have to tromp through the Jade Forest with a bunch of Rangers that kept insisting that I follow orders.  I’m not in the Rangers, or at least I wasn’t in the Rangers when I left Orgrimmar and I haven’t signed any papers or anything of that nature. Sure there were some dangerous spots to go through what with the wildlife wanting to eat your face and sometimes we ran into some overzealous Alliance folks that really didn’t want us passing through their area.   I have some embroidery that I am going to have to start all over again too because some idiot shot my bag and the arrow tore my cloth and design.  I almost cried.  I can at least mend the bag a bit so that it won’t look like it came from some throw-away place like they have in Orgrimmar – used equipment, bags and the like.

It was very exciting seeing Pandaria for the first time, I never dreamed that it was going to be so large and I have only seen just a small portion of it so far.  I know that the fellow that was in charge of the Rangers was getting a bit upset with me because I just kept asking him I couldn’t get transportation to Halfhill, I wasn’t really into this hiking, fighting and camping thing at all.  He looked at me like I had lost my mind and said a few choice words which I took as a “no”  to my requests. I was with these people for five days, no wonder all of my belongings go delivered to Hazey’s house before I got there and I didn’t even see a mailbox where I could drop a letter mailed off to tell her – not to mention, I might have gotten shot or something if I wanted to stop long enough to write a letter.  I hope I’m not in the Rangers because I have no intentions of going back to that sort of stuff – the very idea of having to sleep in those tents with all of those people and the constant chattering, bickering and let’s not forget about the hair, constant brushing of hair and the girls were constantly fighting with each other over which fellow was the best looking in the group.  Frankly, I didn’t care, I just wanted to get to my destination as soon as possible.

We finally found a town called Dawn’s Blossom or something like that.  It wasn’t a town but it was the closest that I had seen that might be called a town and wasn’t just a collection of huts and such.  The fellow in charge told all of us that we had a couple of days off and we were to report back to the place at the end of that time – I’m not reporting back to anything, I’m not a Ranger. I hope I’m not a Ranger, how do I find out if I got drafted or something without my knowledge.   I did sign the thing, a kind of contract thing,  before I got on the ship that said I was loyal to the Horde and bunch of other things and I did take the Oath to uphold the Horde – I had to do that or they wouldn’t let me on the boat.  They didn’t give me any new weapons or gear or anything, so, I’m just using what I had brought with me that I thought I might need while I’m in Pandaria.   I’ll have to get Hazey to check on this for me because I don’t want to go back to that group.

All of my material and patterns arrived before I did and at least Hazey put them in a place where they wouldn’t get wet, even if it was under the house which is kind of damp but not enough to where it would damage anything, I’ll move it all into the house later today to make sure.

I think Hazey was kind of happy to see me, she even made some food for us and I will admit that I thought it was amazing.  I haven’t ever had anything like tiger steak before,  the noodles were wonderful, she said that they were things that she could buy at the market place fairly easy since it isn’t that far from the farm.   The house looks very nice even if it is rather small and cramped for the two of us, however, I think that we’ll do okay, or I hope we will.

Hazey said the new Morningstar warehouse will be opening in a couple of weeks so we won’t have to make the trip back to Silvermoon or rely on the mail to get our stuff to Zippie and get our money.  I’m happy to hear that, although, I will have to go back to Silvermoon to see some of my customers and do the final fittings on a couple of robes that I hadn’t finished before I left.

She asked me about my trip her and I told her what had happened with the Rangers and that I was afraid I might be one and all she did was shake her head.  I didn’t have a copy of the document that I had signed, so, she is going to go to the Ranger camp in Krasarang to see if they have record of me as being a recruit.  She asked me what the ship looked like and how many people were on it and I told her and she told me that I had taken a troop transport, not a civilian ship and the papers that I signed were probably enlistment papers of some kind.  Now, I feel like a fool, however, I don’t want to go back to the Rangers and I voiced my concern over it.  Hazey said that she would get in touch with Zippie and let her know what happened and we can get a letter from Mr. Morningstar that would get me out of it, maybe.

Well, at least I can stay here at the farm for a few days and kind of hide out if the Rangers start looking for me. I’m not a soldier kind of girl, I am not even that great of a shot with my gun either, that’s why Hazey got so mad at me in Orgrimmar.  I like to sew and I like to do my enchanting from a nice comfortable place, not out in the jungle.  Oh, I hope we can get this fixed.

Brianca

 

 

Just Waiting For Someone…


June 16th

Dear Journal,

Well, I guess my sister is up to her “surprises” again and I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I had decided that I needed to take a trip to Orgrimmar to pay the rent for a few more months so that she could stay there without having to worry about that and to head over to Silvermoon to turn in my stock and get my money for that from Zippie. I was also going to check on her status as to how soon she thought she would want to make the trip to Pandaria.

I got to the house and it was locked up and the locks had been changed.  Naturally, I went over to see the landlord and he told me that my sister had the locks changed, however, he did have the keys and was kind enough to give me one.  He also told me that she left yesterday to join me in Pandaria.  Well, I guess she didn’t need my money to help her get there, right.  Of course, I knew that she was working herself to death, for the second and final time maybe, so that she could get up there and she is on her way already.  At least she left the house in good shape, it was all cleaned up and I could tell she had been at her handy work because there were curtains on the kitchen window, all girly and stuff.

I did go ahead and head over to Silvermoon via the Zep and portal to Silvermoon to see Zippie.  I guess that Zippie has been in Pandaria for a while too, however, she is back doing her job as per usual.  It does sound like she had a good time and I do wish that I had known that she was there because I would have enjoyed her company and would have been happy to show her around a little bit too. I was real happy to leave my products at the warehouse and to walk out of there with a full pouch of gold too.  That’s always a good feeling and I headed to the bank to put the majority of it away.

Of course, I know that I know that it is going to take some adjustment on my part to get used to her being in Pandaria and living with me for a while because she really does like to keep things neat and in order and I’m not one to care all that much.  Naturally, I’m sure that she will want to give the place a good cleaning when she gets here and I will welcome that too because I’m not tall that domestic these days – just haven’t been interested in it.   At least I have some new furniture and the stove works real well – the house doesn’t leak and I think that we will have plenty of room to live there without bumping into one another all of the time.

Her coming up here will be nice even if it means that I will have to be careful about walking around barefoot in the house for a while because when she gets into one of sewing moods, she usually has pins scattered all over the floor.  Okay, I may have bony feet, however, that doesn’t mean that they like being pin cushions either.

I really am kind of sad that she had left Orgrimmar already because I had planned on spending a couple of days there and now I’ve rushed back to Halfhill and she’s not here yet although when I did arrive there were several boxes on the front steps, I stored those under the house so that they wouldn’t get rained on and possibly ruin what was inside though.   Guess I’ll just hang around the farm until she shows up and then chew her out for not letting me know she was coming – it would have been nice to have something special for her on her first night here.  I do know how to cook somewhat and I can still go to the market and get some things to make a welcoming meal, if I only knew what time she was going to get here.

 

Hazey

 

 

Might Be Getting Company In Halfhill …


May 9th

Dear Journal,

Whoa!  I guess with all of my letters and all of my talk of life in Pandaria, my sister Brianca has finally got the bug to leave the Undercity again.  I know she hated Orgrimmar with a passion because she always felt like I had her under a microscope and was constantly chastising her for not doing her fair share, however, she doesn’t think she will feel that way if she comes to Pandaria.  I think that she thinks that it is going to be easy to pick up a farm or something, which it might be.

I know that she has been making money hand over fist with her tailoring and now, she’s called it quits with that guy that was living with her for a while.  He’s still around, however, she just doesn’t want him living with her anymore.  Well, I can’t say that they were living together really – they shared a corner with their coffins in UC and stayed close to one another most of the time, however, he started getting to be real bossy with her and that doesn’t set well with her anyway – nor me.  She thinks that her enchants will go over well up there too, which I am sure that we can use with the company  – we are always scrambling trying to find things and the AH has gotten to where it is so expensive that the majority of us don’t even bother anymore.

I had to laugh when she told me that the real reason she broke it off was because she thinks that he has been going to the black market for “parts” – he had been having some trouble with his feet and she says that the new ones that he had gotten, at a minimal cost must have belonged to a troll or something.  One of the toes actually had a toe-ring on it and she said they looked weird and didn’t suit a Forsaken at all.   Not only that, they smelled and his shoes didn’t fit right, which meant that he thought he needed to go without shoes most of the time.   Ewwww, we all know what kind of stuff a farmer can walk through and we both know what hunters tramp through from time to time too.

I did tell Bri that she could stay with me for a while because I do have the room although the place still isn’t furnished the way that I like it, it would still have room for two coffins even with all of the clutter.   We could get some of those fancy pillows from Silvermoon and throw them on top of them when we aren’t sleeping them – use them as sofas or something.   I’m still working on getting the stove fixed, the roof repaired completely – however, this all takes time and it all takes money.  It will be nice to have her at the farm with me too.   At least I know she doesn’t cheat at playing cards and she won’t be admiring herself in the mirror all of the time either.   Damn, those Blood Elf women are so vain.

Part of me is happy at the thought of having her come to Pandaria and part of me is a bit worried.   It’s not like I have a fella or anything up there and it does get lonely sometimes.  Not too many people like hanging out with the Forsaken.  Hey, we didn’t have a choice in the matter either, however, we don’t really fit with the humans and we’re just kind of hanging with the Horde until the Lady makes up her mind as to what she wants to do.   Sure, the Blood Elves are playing politics with the Regent Lord, we’re still be kind of quiet because who knows if Sylvanas will go nutso like that Jania lady did.   Sometimes these girls are just wrapped too tight in the brain pan.

I still can’t believe what happened with Theramore, however, it was kind of a payback for some of the things that happened in the Barrens with the Tauren – you don’t see Baine getting his knickers all in a bunch and telling that Pinhead Garrosh what to do in Orgrimmar.  Oh well, I’m glad that I’m out of that mess – never did think much of the “new” order of things in Orgrimmar anyway.  You never knew if the Forsaken were going to be used in Garrosh’s war machine as fodder or if he had some other plans.  I just know that I don’t see any letup with what Sylvanas was doing with things either.

At least in Pandaria, I am away from all of that and I’m not in the military because the Boss saw fit to write that letter for me and I didn’t end up going to jail.     Now, when Bri saves up enough money to make the move, I’ll at least have a decent roommate for a while.   I’m not sure that we will have the same schedule like we did before, however, I think it will be nice to have someone to share the expenses with anyway.

I saw Zippie in Halfhill and I think that I saw someone else that we both detest, however, I didn’t point out the redheaded Blood Elf that had been hanging around the market either.   I hope it’s not who I think it is because if it is, all of the trouble back in Silvermoon will have made a leap to Pandaria.

It was really nice to see Zippie and she said that she was taking some time off from the work in the office in Silvermoon.   She needed to get away from that as well as some of the shenanigans that the Princess was pulling.  I know that the Dawnglorys seem to be having a  wonderful time with their little girl – they haven’t gotten married yet, however, I don’t think that there would be any real big rush on that either.   I know that Dawnglory couldn’t’ deny the baby being his even if he wanted too, she looks just like him.  I know that I really kind of envy them their relationship, however, I’m sure there are some drawbacks with being alive and living with someone.  Never really thought about it, babies are nice but they make noise and let’s not even go where the diaper thing might be more than a bit unpleasant.

Hazey Smythe 

I Should Be Ashamed…


April 19th

 

Dear Journal,

Well, I suppose that I ought to be happy that I am not in jail or something even worse for the “crimes” that I have done, however, they were justified.  Let me explain a little bit about what happened because when I think about it, I laugh, however, I’m known for having a very twisted sense of humor.

If you’ll recall, I got drafted, shanghaied, however you want to put it to go to Pandaria against my better judgment and will.  It wasn’t exactly a choice that I was allowed to make because of that pinheaded idiot that we have for a Warchief over the Horde.   I willingly admit that I have always kind of done my own thing, however, I have always honored the oath to serve the Horde, until now.

So, I get put with a group of Rangers in Krasarang and of course they were mostly Blood Elves.  You know the kind that I mean.  The ones that have the fabulous hair and the devastating good looks that they are very aware of.  I don’t dislike elves, I just wish they weren’t so self-absorbed.  I know we’ve all had a tough go at things, look at my people and  the Lady – we haven’t exactly been blessed by the Light, if you know what I mean.

Well, to make a long story short, I was serving my time with the Rangers, having to bunk in with at bunch of simpering females was bad enough, however, the thing that was driving me to distraction was all of the talk about men, hair, makeup and what they might buy to wear at some upcoming event or party.  Just drove me batshit crazy, it did.  Luckily for them, I had purchased my little farm, so, on my days off, I went and stayed at the farm even if it isn’t furnished and all fixed up like some I’ve seen.

On my last trip to Undercity to visit with Brianca, I had picked up a nice bottle of lice, not your average kind of lice, our kind of lice.  Well, I got back to the camp in Krasarang and emptied the whole bottle in the middle of the big tent where we’re supposed to sleep and watched the little critters scamper off to all areas of the tent – I wasn’t worried about me getting lice, what are they going to munch on, my dead flesh won’t hold a candle to the likes of these juicy little Blood Elf women.

Oh it worked like a charm it did.  Of all of the wails and cries I have never heard the like.  Naturally, they thought they had some kind of strange malady that they had caught from something in Pandaria.  Little did they know it was all homegrown.  Some of them were in pretty sad shape, bites and then the critters got into all that fabulous hair.  Well, they or a group of them went to the healers to see what could be done, all of that itching and stuff was making them real cranky, not to mention, they couldn’t cover up all of those bite marks.  I guess the healers weren’t all that sympathetic with them and told them that the only way they could get rid of the “lice” was to bathe with lye soap and shave their heads.

Have you ever seen a Blood Elf with real red skin and bald?  I almost peed myself when the first group got back from doing what they were told to do.  Naturally, they were trying to hide the baldness with the helms, however, in this heat and dampness, that probably wasn’t a good thing.

Anyway, the whole thing was tracked back to me and I was going to get Court Marshaled or something worse for damaging all of these little beauties.   The corker was not only were the people in my tent infected with the malady, you could sure tell the ones that slept around because it spread throughout the camp like wildfire.   I didn’t think that it would get that serious but it sure did.

Lucky for me, I got my letter from Zippie with the letter from the Boss that told the Rangers that I was no longer in their service, I was under the guidance of the Regent Lord from now on and worked for a private company.   They had to let me go, they had to drop the charges and I think that some of them actually had a party after I left – Forsaken are a bit offensive to the beautiful people.

Anyway, my service to the Horde and the Rangers has come to a close and I can start living my life like I was before with my time being my own.  What a relief!  I never was good at following orders and I will have to say that I am not real thrilled with the kind of treatment I got there either.   Sure, I’m still loyal to the Horde, however, I am even more loyal to my employer at this point.

I am kind of ashamed of myself about what I did, however, how was I to know that lice would end up infecting the entire camp.  I’m kind of giggling too – can you imagine all of these bald-headed Blood Elves running around Pandaria and too ashamed to go back to Silvermoon until their hair grows back.  Hey, they asked for it.

Hazey Smythe