Everything Is New … Time To Begin Again


April 24th

Dear Journal,

I suppose that I have to admit that I am enjoying my life in this new land despite the Curse.  In fact, I think that the Curse has enabled me to become more independent and successful at my chosen profession.  I know that I can stand and hunt with the best of them although I have not chosen to run with a pack yet.

Sure, I have met a few of my same persuasion, however, I am so used to being my own boss that I would find it rather difficult to follow the rules set forth by another.   Unfortunately, my Father taught me too well how to stand on my own two feet and make my own way.

The hunting is plentiful and I have been able to do all of the things that I would have normally done with the exception of living in a fine house and still having my family with me.  Ah yes, that does make me sad at some level, however, without the added burdens of the social acumen pressing on me to take a wife and have children to pass on the noble family name, I am finding it rather pleasant.  Where else could I live that allowed me to socialize with others and still maintain my independence?

This new found freedom is almost more than I can bear at this point.  I know that my life is very different if things had remained as they were in Gilneas.  I know that I would be attending quite a few more social gatherings in my Mother’s hopes of finding a bride and I would have been working with my Father to carry on the family traditions of working in the business.  Although we were of noble blood, there still had to be a way to earn a living in addition to anything that you might have gleaned from your ancestors as far as wealth.

I know that I have met a few people that I knew at home and strangely enough, they all seem to have become nobility since they landed in this new land.  Lord and Lady Whatsis, well, I fully recollect them being trades people at home, the wife was a school teacher and he was a butcher of sorts.  So, I suppose if they choose to live their new lives with the pretense of a lie, that is their business and I will not disclose their falsehoods.  I know that more than just a few people in Gilneas yearned to have that nobility crown, well, I can tell you from experience, it isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be when you get out into the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I know that I am just breaking into the edges of this land of Kalimdor and I have visited the large city in the Eastern Kingdom called Stormwind.   I can’t say that I was that thrilled with Stormwind due to the overcrowding, however, it is all a new beginning and I won’t let anyone spoil that wonder for me.   To begin one’s life anew is not something that one should throw carelessly away by clinging too hard to your past.   Let the past bury itself and live for the now and for the things that come – that’s what I fully plan on doing.

I know that I am going to live my life as it is and take what joy I can from being granted a second chance whether it came from this Elune or from the Light – it’s new, it’s exciting and I have finally convinced myself that I have no real regrets of things that have happened in the past.  Yes, there is a part of me that feels horrible for what befell my family at my own hand, however, the beast was the one that did the killing, not me the man.

Alexander Brandric

 

Adventures With Friends…And What It Could Cost


April 18th

Dear Journal,

I will have to admit that I was almost afraid to come back to Pandaria the other night after my adventures in Stormwind.   It does seem like I go to Stormwind to really work on getting some more contracts, turning our products in and collecting the money before I head back.  Sure as there is a sun in the sky, I always seem to get sidetracked.

I guess I should stop gong to the Lamb or even to the Blue Recluse to grab a bite to eat and a drink before making the trek back home.  I always seem to find my old friends and sure as hell, there is always some issue or problem that I need to help on.  Never being one to turn down friends, I always go along thinking that it surely couldn’t be as dangerous as the last time, right?

Well, I should have known when we got involved with the dwarves in the Hinterlands, that wasn’t going to be the end of it.  I never did get all of the information about the interrogation of the goblin that we took captive, however, it seems that it lead to a lot of things that they are involved in now.

Let’s see, demons, irate warlocks and some pretty strange happens with monsters appearing out of some kind of portal that had been opened in the bowels deep below the Slaughtered Lamb.   We’ve killed things that I would have only thought would have been in nightmares, however, someone didn’t seal the portal or if they did – it was a lousy job.

This last trip was even scarier because I have been befriended by a warlock that likes to hide behind me when we go on these adventures and it seems like she pops around just long enough to cast a spell and pass out.  Did I mention that she’s pregnant?   No, I had nothing to do with it, however, it does seem a bit weird for a warlock to be pregnant, what with all of that fel magic and stuff.  I think she’s using me as a  meat shield and sometimes she has taken some of my soul to use with her magics, without asking, I might add.

Anyway, this last time was no different than the last, I ended up tagging along and it was one heck of a fight that we had with monsters, demons and all sorts of unusual things down there in the depths of the basement.  It really looks like there is some kind of strange and not so good magic being practiced down there.  Of course, the warlock that was with us seemed to know something about it, however, I wasn’t privy to that information, I just was there to protect and to help my friends.

It was an awful night of monsters that needed to be killed, seals that had been placed on the portal were broken and that released the hounds so to speak.   Why can’t I ever run into things that don’t spew acid and try to rip my face off?  Let’s just say that my armor is going to be getting cleaned up and then I’ll have to see what really needs to be repaired, I can’t afford to buy a new set at this point.

Anyway, to make a long story short, we defeated the monsters, the acid that they had spewed on the ground left a gaping hole in the floor that naturally led to another “room” – why is there always another room?  Some of the group went into the room and I opted to stand on the edge and peer down into the abyss.  I guess that there was a warlock or a mage gone wrong that was trying to invent some kind of weapon – that’s why all of this mess was started.   Well, it appears as though he may have gotten a bit carried away with it while he was at it.  Most of these monsters have been constructed of different things, mostly plant life of sorts.   What the others found in the room down there almost made me retch.

Apparently  this warlock or whatever the heck he is was using a living Night Elf Druid to help with the processes that he was using.  I don’t’ understand how he could have using her as some kind of morphing thing or if she was involved or if she was a prisoner of sorts.   She was in chains when they found her, dead and there were signs that her life’s blood was being fed into these plants – for whatever sick purpose, I don’t care.  We recovered whatever information that had been left down there, papers, receipts and other notes that were left on a workbench.  One of our more pronounced heroes in the group gathered that all up before our leader could really take a look at it.  I suppose I’ll hear something the next time I decide to visit Stormwind.

We had asked a Death Knight Dwarf that was an undertaker of sorts to take care of the remains of the body and give it a proper burial.  Well, on the way out, I heard him griping about what was asked of him to do and he literally took the body and dropped it on the ground and left it there after he was asked to take care of it.  Well, I couldn’t leave the poor thing laying there on the floor like that.

The Druid had been someone at sometime and I am sure that her family would appreciate it if someone showed her some respect when she was dead.  Well, I gathered the body up and carried it back to the warehouse where we have some shrouds and body bags that we use in our bounty hunting so that it would be easier to carry back to Darnassus.  I have no idea who the girl was or what her connection was to this mess, however, it cost her what was left of her life – Elune knows what kind of life she had had before coming to this sorry end.

Well, nothing would do except for me to transport the body to Darnassus and turn it over to the priestesses at the temple for a proper burial.  I have known a few druids in my life and they always seem to have special rituals that they follow.  Since I am ignorant of the details on the matter, that was the one place that I knew that the poor girl would be properly interred.   I didn’t stay for the services or the burial because I needed to get back to Pandaria.

All of my involvement with my friends in Stormwind is really starting to upset Kae quite a bit.  I just have to learn how to say “no” emphatically and stick with it, however, I do have a certain amount of loyalty to these people from our past history.  They are some of the very first people that I met in Stormwind other than Josie and her group of people, which, one of these days, I do want to get back in touch with her to see how she is doing.

Kae took one look at me when I got home from Stormwind and grabbed her bow and left the house.  She didn’t ask me if I was okay or anything and I know that I was a sorry looking sight, not only my armor being the worse for wear, I had several burns that I tended too as well as throwing away yet another shirt that acid holes all in the sleeves.  She didn’t even talk to me, she just glared and left.

She didn’t come home last night and I haven’t seen any signs of her in Halfhill although I have been to the market in hopes that she might be there.  I even went to the Vale to see if she might have stayed up there last night and no one had seen her.   No, I didn’t venture to the Sentinel camp to see if she might have gone there because I don’t think that she would want any of her friends to know that she and I are having problems.

Yes, I think we’re having problems and I have to ask myself what it is that I want to do.   I love her, there is no doubt in my mind about that, however, I am not ready to make any kind of vows just yet.  There is such a finality to that and it scares the hell out of me.   I guess I will hang out at the farm today and see if she shows up, if she doesn’t show up, I’ll head back to Stormwind to see if she has been to see my Mom.

 

Kaldor Shadowmoon

 

 

Time Moves On…


April 15th

Dear Journal,

After spending some time with Amyn Shadowmoon in Stormwind, I decided that I needed to get away from the humanities for a while and head back to my nice quiet forests for a while.  It is almost like you need to heal your mind sometimes when you have been in contact with many people for few days – or that’s just me.

I went back to Darnassus and stayed there a few days to gather my gear and head out for some serious exploration to and to refresh myself with some of my fond memories of different places.  Of course, a lot of things are not as they were in the past after the Shattering, however, I did take comfort in the fact that I could see that Nature was revitalizing itself after those injuries were inflicted by an insane dragon.

Darkshore used to be one of my favorite places to visist as a child with my family, however, there is no more Darkshore as I once knew it.  All of the flooding and destruction has erased that from the face of the planet, however, I still can rely on some of my memories to help ease the pain.   I can remember standing there for countless hours learning how to fish with my Father, looking out over the water and having thoughts that someday I might want to live there.  Luckily for me, those dreams never came to pass, who knows if I would have survived Deathwing’s visit to the area.

I know that I have seen more Horde on this trip than I can recall seeing in the past, however, that was to be expected, I suppose.  My first real exposure to the Horde when I was younger and training with some of my fellow druids was the incursion into the lands was much further across the land in Forest Song.  The Horde were busy taking what they wanted or needed from the forest without much thought for the future, however, I am beginning to realize that it’s not just the forest that they are after – they want the Night Elves to be gone from the lands that we have called home since we came into existence.  Greed is the one motivation that I can see with the Horde, they couldn’t possibly need all of the resources that they are taking from us.

I did wander into the Northern Barrens and I can honestly say that I enjoyed my time there gathering a few herbs and noticing that not only were the Horde despoiling my own land, they were busy doing the same to their own as well.  So many encampments, so many soldiers that I was wondering if anyone was still living in Orgrimmar. I almost wept with sorrow when I saw the deep gash in the land left behind by Deathwing – no more are the rolling plains open for miles as they once were, nature has been left in such disarray that I wonder if it can be healed.

I think that my main goal with some of this wandering around was to refresh my memories of places that I have enjoyed many times in the past.  I was not disappointed when I made my way through Desolace and  went traversing through Feralas, yet again.

I was finally able to make my way to where we had all camped as a family many years ago and I am happy to say that there were still signs left there of our camp site.  Naturally, I decided to camp in the same area as we had before and I will admit that I was just enjoying myself completely lost in my old memories of the fun we had there as well as seeing signs of how much the land had changed and grown for the better.

I did make it into Feathermoon to get a few supplies to take back to my camp and I will admit that the Sentinel encampment has grown quite a bit.  I guess that is a good reason that I am not seeing much of the Horde where I am camping and haven’t really seen much of an incursion or signs of them having been there for a while.

Okay, I’ll admit that I was in Feathermoon in hopes of running into that young lady that I had mentioned previously.  I know that her company of Sentinels was sent to Pandaria, however, I do know that they rotate the groups back home as much as possible so that there is no danger of them going native in the new land.   I was just hoping that she might be there.

When I was in Darnassus I did go to Dolonaar to visit my Aunt and Uncle, however, they were busy with  Amyn’s boys most of the time.  We did have an opportunity to talk a bit and , naturally, my Aunt was curious about how things were going with the rest of the family and I let it slip that I was there to find out some information about one of their foster children.   A young woman that I had an interest in and had been too shy to really get to know her as well as I would have liked.  You can imagine my shock and surprise to find out that the girl had been shipped from Feathermoon to Pandaria and was now living with their grandson, the oldest of Amyn’s mixed breeds.

I guess my disappointment showed on my face quite readily and I was reassured that this boy hadn’t taken any vows at the Moonwell with Kae yet.  I know that I was just disappointed that I hadn’t the nerve when she was still in Dolonaar to let her know how I felt.  Of course, she was getting all set to become a Sentinel and probably wouldn’t have had time for druid like myself.  Her thoughts were all about the glory of being a Sentinel and my thoughts were all about how to heal the land where blood had been shed and Nature disturbed years ago, long before my time.

Yes, I have been daydreaming about this young woman for quite a while and I guess that I should start dismissing those thoughts from my mind, however, if this boy hasn’t committed himself yet to her, there might still be an opportunity for me if I can get myself to Pandaria.  Elune knows that there will come a time when I will be able to make that journey.   I am old enough now to know better, however, I will admit that my heart was set on this young lady a long time ago and I don’t think that I will give up the thoughts of settling down with her – be it here in Kalimdor or possibly in Pandaria.  Time will tell.

Basaric Shadowmoon

 

A New Journal – New Beginnings


April  7th

Dear Journal,

It has indeed been a while since I have written in any kind of journal and while I know that it is something that I should be doing in my travels across this vast land of ours, it hasn’t been of any importance to me.   Amynlarae, sweet cousin that she is, gave me this book and told me that I should start writing down my adventures because she would love to be able to share them with her younger children and someday, her grandchildren.

While it has been a few years since I have written, much has happened, however, I won’t attempt to write it all down in one sitting.  I suppose that I ought to write down who I am, I suppose – nothing like reading a letter and getting to the very end to find out that you didn’t know the person.

My name is Basaric Shadowmoon, I hail from Kalimdor and any lands beyond that I so choose to travel.  It is my goal in life to see as much of this world as I possibly can and try to make amends with Nature for the things that the people have done to her.  Elune knows that there are vast stretches of land that were destroyed by Deathwing and his rampage, however, I have seen signs of healing in my travels – new forests starting to emerge and more people moving into those lands to try to help the land heal.  It does my druid heart good to see these things.  We have much to make amends for with Mother Nature and Elune.

While the Horde tries to destroy as much land as they can for the betterment of their people, we, the Kaldorei and others are trying to heal the land as fast as we can.  I will always think that Thrall was the better Warchief than this buffoon that now sits in his stead.   I have heard stories of the things that he has done in this new land of Pandaria, however, I have not seen it with my own eyes as of yet, however, I know there will come a time when I make that journey, it is one of the goals that I have set for myself.

I had to laugh at Amyn when she gave me this book because I asked her if I should write about the camping trips that we used to have in Feralas which caused her to blush and then to laugh.  Oh, the good times that we had growing up under the tutelage of my Father.  She has him to thank for the way that she handles her bow because he was a great hunter and I, well, I have to thank him for teaching me the ways and skills in herbing.  He was a truly wonderful man and we all still miss him terribly, however, Elune must have needed him in her service more than we were aware.

Of course, my life might have been a bit different if I hadn’t followed in the steps of druidism.  It was my calling from birth and I knew it even if my parents were very apprehensive about it.  It was something that I was born with as are most druids – we don’t just wake up and decide to be able to shape shift into different beasts, it is a blessing that we receive from Elune and we are truly blessed to be one with nature.  I think my Father was disappointed that I would not be following in his footsteps as a hunter, however, he understood finally that it hurt my very soul to take an animal’s life without thought for the future.

I did make the journey to Stormwind to see the big city there and I know that the humans, dwarves, worgen and others may find it an exciting place, it just hurt my ears and made me long for the peaceful sounds of the forests.  Too many people in such a tiny place makes for quite a bit of noise.

I hadn’t seen Amyn for quite a while so I was very surprised to see that she was in Stormwind and that she was a business woman.  Yes, she apparently served what time she felt she needed to do in Pandaria and came back to run this import/export firm.  Well, who am I to say anything, however, I did think that the Sentinel life suited her and even though she is a mother to some beautiful children, I think in her heart of hearts, she misses the wildness of being out in the wilderness.

I won’t go into my opinion of her liaison with the Sindorei, that is her business and I just hope that the authorities in power never hear of it.  It would bring destruction to the entire family, I think.   I try not to get involved with politics, however, this is one case where I think that a closed mouth will be my best bet.  Her oldest boys look very Kaldorei except for their strange green flecked eyes and sometimes I think that they aren’t as much the Night Elves that they appear – they like the sun way too much for my tastes.   Oh well, they are nice kids and the two youngest boys are definitely all Kaldorei and they are a handful from what she was telling me.  I haven’t seen them since they were infants and it sounds as if they are almost grown now.  Ah well, time does have a way of passing even if we’re not taking note of it.

It was nice getting a chance to talk to Amyn again after so long and I will cherish this gift that she chose to bestow on me. Of course, I will also have to make it part of my plan to write in it as well.

Basaric Shadowmoon

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

 

Getting Back In Control…


 

 

 

 

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March 20th

 

Dear Journal,

 

Well, I think that I have finally put the fear in Vashlan, if that is even possible.  At least he understands that what he has been doing as well as being totally immoral.  He couldn’t even tell me the number of women that he had slept with in the last month, much less the last week.  I told him that not only was he ruining his reputation, he was ruining his family’s reputation as well.  That seemed to hit a vein in his mind and I think he was ashamed, he blushed just like his Father does when he’s done something that he’s ashamed of.  Anyway, I don’t think that Maggie will have to worry about him making anymore overtures to her in Stormwind.

 

I went home and saw my two youngest sons and read them the riot act as well.   Karing was just being himself for the most part, however, his older brother is the one that I am going to have to keep my eye on.  As slick as he thinks he is, he’s been caught stealing things and people will talk about that.  Volardan is the one that seems to be the instigator in getting the two boys in trouble. His little mind seems bound, bent and determined to cause as much mischief as possible. I would take him back to Stormwind with me, however, I think that he might get into the wrong kind of crowds there, at least here, my parents can somewhat control him.

 

I honestly think that trying to keep one’s children walking the straight and narrow is more difficult than being a Sentinel.  At least you kind of knew what you were dealing with in those situations. I’ll admit that my parents must truly have all the patience in the world while they are raising my two youngest – yes, I admit that I need to change that and start taking them with me instead of relying so heavily on my parents.  They should be enjoying life at their ages and not being constantly tied down with my two youngest.  I’ll have to see how things work out in Shattrath, they might be okay down there since they already have a group of friends that they spent their early childhood with already there.  I’ll talk to my Sindorei and see what the thinks about that solution, it’s always best to discuss things with your mate before you do some of them.

 

I know that my time in Dolonaar wasn’t nearly as long as I liked, however, I needed to get back to Stormwind and run the business for a few days while Maggie took some time off.  She wanted to go visit her family and to see what was going on with them.  I know that she seemed excited when I told her that I needed her to go to Pandaria to see if she saw any potential up there of opening another office for us in Halfhill.  She’s never been there, however, I do trust her judgment. Oh, I’m sitting here kind of smiling to myself because I think she has found a fellow here in Stormwind that she hired on the spot, another Draeni.

 

I do hope that things are going well for my Sindorei in Silvermoon.  I know how much he was dreading going back there to deal with his sister and his business.  I did put forth the suggestion that he put Faendra in another one of the houses that he owns to get her away from the rest of the people that he has staying at the main house.   I hope he listens to me and will do what I suggested.  Naturally, I did suggest that there be set limitations on what she could do or couldn’t do while she has the run of a residence and that Agatha could keep an eye on it for him.  Just a thought, mind you, however, I think it was a good idea.  Also, I suggested that we both go back to Pandaria so that we can put all of the business and family troubles behind us – there is a certain peace of being able to sit in Halfhill and just watching the crops grow.

 

Amynlarae Shadowmoon

 

 

 

 

 

A Mother’s Concerns


March 10th

Dear Journal,

Well, my Sindorei had an enjoyable time in both Nagrand and Shattrath, however, we both knew that we had to head back and face our responsibilities.  Him to deal with his youngest sister and his business and me to deal with my second oldest son and my business.

Yes, word did reach me in Shattrath of Vashlan’s behavior of late and I was shocked, appalled and then I had to laugh.  You know what they say about the quiet bookish types.  Well, he’s discovered what women are at long last, however, I think he has discovered the wrong kind of women, in my opinion.  No, I don’t expect him to find a nice Kaldorei girl and settle down, however, I don’t think that  it is good for his reputation to be taking a different woman to bed every night, he apparently doesn’t care what race they are or chances that he might be taking with them.  We are going to have a Mother-Son talk that I wish his Father would be the one handling instead of me.

I told Fnor about the letter that I had gotten from Magdamia in regard to Vashlan’s current behavior and he just laughed.  He told me that boys will boys and when they grow up to be men, their interests change.   He also told me that from what I was telling him, Vashlan is showing all the signs of his Sindorei breeding- which I don’t know whether to take as a given or try to combat it in some way.  I don’t want my son running around Stormwind, drinking and womanizing because it’s in his blood, he’s Kaldorei and he’s a special kind of Kaldorei. No, he’s not pureblood but he was born with a natural talent for the magic which could have only come from his Father’s heritage or mine.

Apparently the two boys in Dolonaar are giving their grandparents a fit and it’s time for me to go there as well to see if there is a remedy for that situation as well.  They are reaching those turbulent years where they are starting to aspire to get into a different kind of mischief.   I’m not surprised at Volardan, however, I am truly surprised at Karing being involved in some of the trouble as well.  They are in an extremely rebellious stage right now and my Mother has said that I need to get home and address the problem before my Father kills them.  I wonder what all they have been doing or should I think about what they haven’t been doing.

I feel like our parenting of our children has always been good.  We’ve spent a great deal of time with all of them, however, those years that my Sindorei was out chasing skirts all over Azeroth, maybe that was a real problem that has only appeared now.   The last couple of years have been rather pleasant because we haven’t had any outside influences to hinder our relationship and now, the children have all decided to rebel.    It seems that I even need to have a discussion with my eldest son, the one that usually never gives me any trouble.

Apparently, he’s been out carousing when he comes to Stormwind with those friends of his and has caused some trouble between he and Kaelendra.   Kaldor knows better, I brought him up better than that.   I guess his last trip to Stormwind, he got wounded with his friends when they went into the Hinterlands to investigate some kind of troll uprising against the dwarves – well, Kal, son…that stuff has been going on for eternity, what is your problem?  Trolls are Horde and they aren’t your friends.  Anyway, I will talk to him about his recent misbehaving as well as try to get in touch with his friends to see if there is something that, as a company, that we might be able to do to assist them in some manner.  I will talk to the leader of the group and find out what is going on, not only for Kal’s sake but for the sake of the other people involved.  You’d don’t take five or six people to fight a full tribe of trolls no matter how good you think you are, silly people.  All the strategy in the world won’t help if you don’t have the manpower to back it up.

I need to get Magdamia down to Shattrath so that she can get accustomed to working with Zippie at the warehouse.  I know those two better not have any trouble working together.  There are two entrances for the factions, however, behind that, it’s one huge warehouse that is used by both.  I know Magdamia’s first reaction when she saw Zippie for the first time was to ask what “it” was.  Luckily, Zippie doesn’t speak Common, or she acts like she doesn’t  – Magdamia and I had a discussion about her calling Zippie a green frog, I had to explain to her that Zippie was a goblin and that her people had been displaced from their homeland, similar to her circumstances, and that she was going to have to tolerate and get along with her regardless.

Elune!! I swear that the moons must be out of alignment or something.  To have my children all seem to have been taken with a bout of stupidity and then, to have Magdamia get up on her high hooves and get all cranky about working with a goblin.  I hope my Sindorei is having an easier time with his sister and his business in Silvermoon, I have my hands full right now.

I suppose we’re both paying for that time away that we selfishly decided that we needed to have together before we both went mad with loneliness. I am in Stormwind at the moment and haven’t been able to get in touch with Vashlan yet, he is going to get such a talking too that he might not ever look at another woman again.  I will not tolerate him turning our apartment into his own private brothel. Not to mention, he’s been making passes at Magdamia, she’s old enough to be…well, she’s a lot older and more experienced and she’s a Draeni – I have no idea what kind of pairing that might produce and I’m not sure that I want to know.

Amynlarae Shadowmoon

 

Oh! Thank You!!


March 6th

Dear Journal,

While I will be the first one to admit that there are times that I just want to smack the crap of people and ask them if they were born this stupid or was it something they acquired over time.  I’m hoping it was something acquired, I would hate to think that they were born that way.

We run a very simple business here in Stormwind, or I think it’s a simple business.  We’re an import/export firm that does occasional odd jobs such as escorting people to different locations and they don’t want to travel the roads alone, that’s fine.  We also have been known to do some mercenary work once in a while, however, we do charge a fair price for it.  The bounty hunting is a good sideline, however, I do have some really stupid people to deal with sometimes. 

Yes, you took the bounty hunting contract because the money was very good, however, you’re supposed to deliver the body to the client as proof that the contract was filled, not bring the body back to the warehouse and try to store it.  Really?  Yes, it really happened and it was quite the stench that took over the whole building that alerted me to the fact that something was definitely dead in there.  What can I expect, I have Night Elves, Dwarves, Worgen and a Pandaren that might sometimes suffer with too much to drink or maybe just total forgetfulness – I don’t know which is worse.

I wish the owner of the company , Amynlarae Shadowmoon, would spend more time in Stormwind and not spend as much time in Shattrath City right now.  I guess she is going to spread the operations out a little bit more to make more money .  She said that she has had a business in that city before and she is in the process of reopening it again.  Well, I don’t care, I hope that she doesn’t expect me to handle the books for both places now – what a nightmare that could be. Yes, I know that the owner is mated to a Sindorei, however, that is kept strictly under wraps – I wonder what her family thinks of this arrangement – the boys are grown men for the most part.

Okay, I’m cranky, that’s nothing new.  I need to get back to see my family and do some other things rather than working all of the time.  Besides, the boy, Vashlan, has finally discovered women.  I was beginning to worry about him, you know, always wearing those robes and always messing with his hair – must be a by-product of his mixed breeding.  Yes, I have known that he was part Sindorei from the day that I laid eyes on him – those green flecks in his eyes that he tried to pass off as a by-product of being a mage with all of that magic.  Well, if that wasn’t something silly for him to say, I have no idea what was.  Once I met his older brother, same eyes, I knew that the owner of the company had to have had more than one pass at the other faction, a nice little Sindorei  fellow.  It really doesn’t bother me, I’m not of these people in the Alliance, my people are from a totally different planet and we happened to crash here. I just hope that some people here in the city aren’t as observant as I am because it could mean trouble for all of us that work for the business.

I had a nice looking Draeni fellow stop in and he put in application to do some work for us.  I will admit that I was more than just talking to him, I was definitely looking, hope he didn’t notice that.  It’s a rare thing for one of my countrymen to be free lancing as a hunter, however, you do what you have to do in order to survive.  His name is Lagn, he says the “g” is silent and just call him Lan.  Honey, I’ll call you whatever you want me to call you, okay?  I don’t even think the ink had a chance to dry on the application before I found myself hiring him on the spot.  I know that I gave him some of the best contracts that I had available that paid the most – well, for a  hunter anyway.

I think it has been too long since I have been with a man.  Maybe that’s why I’m cranky.  I offered to show this Lan fellow the city and I definitely thought that he would catch on that I wanted to show him more than just the city.  I wasn’t too forward, I was trying to maintain my decorum, however, those horns, those hooves and the way that he talked was enough for me to almost throw that nonsense out the window.  I hope he didn’t notice how many times I was blushing or how I was just staring at him – my he is a handsome fellow.

I would just like to offer my thanks to any of the Powers To Be, I don’t even care which ones at this point, for dropping this fellow in my lap, almost.

Magdamia

Ramblings and…Some Realizations


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

March 2nd

Dear Journal,

I woke up this morning a bit before dawn and stood on the balcony outside of our bedroom here in Nagrand and allowed myself the luxury of enjoying a cigarette as I gazed out over the valley and lake.  The air was brisk in these pre-dawn hours, so, I did wrap my robe closely around me instead of allowing it to billow out as I leaned against the balcony railing.

Gazing out at the over the land, the twin moons were still floating tranquilly in the air and their light made the water of the lake appear as though it were a giant silver mirror laying there amongst the reeds. The whole scene had an almost déjà vu quality to it and would have made the hair on the back of my neck rise with the exception that I could hear my beloved Sentinel moving in the bed behind me.

If I were as talented as Dawnglory, I would have put a brush to canvas to capture this moment in time, this particular view with its pastel colours awash as the sun started to rise to chase the night mists away.  It was a beautiful sight and one that I don’t think that I will ever grow tired of.  As I stood there watching the sun bring it’s warmer colors to the area and shattering what was left of the eerie dreamlike quality it held before, I realized one of the reasons that I like Halfhill in Pandaria so much.  This area of Nagrand has some of the same qualities as the Valley of Four Winds – that peace and most of the tranquility that I feel like is displayed here in Nagrand.

Amyn and I had stayed in Shattrath City all of last week and decided that we need to escape the noise of the construction for a while and took the short flight here to Nagrand.  I will admit that Amyn was correct in her thoughts that the construction was just too noisy for any kind of proper rest.  We both were working in  the warehouse with the other workers, Amyn wearing her tool belt like it was a normal part of her attire and me, constantly swearing each time I miscalculated my aim with my hammer to nail.

How can someone that is as talented with bow that can take aim at a bird in the air and bring it down so quickly as a clean kill have so much trouble putting a nail in a piece of wood and injuring themselves?  I suppose that means that I won’t take a second career as a carpenter. Amyn didn’t have the same trouble and was constantly smiling or outright laughing at me, which seemed to make matters worse on my end.

I did notice while we were working that some of the men working with us would steal occasional glances at my beloved, making some rather interesting sounds as they watched her move ever so gracefully about her tasks.  I know that most Sindorei males haven’t seen a Kaldorei this close up without having a bow in their hands, however, I think that they might have controlled their comments a bit more.  I don’t think that any of them realized who she was or who I was for that matter, except maybe for the foreman.  I think part of my problem with putting the nail in the wood was from the distractions of hearing some of the comments in Thalasian coming from my fellow workers.  Yes, she does have long legs and yes, she does have a beautiful body – all of these things being spoken as if she didn’t understand what they were saying.   Little did they know that she understood every single word and I think she took some pleasure in taunting them a bit with various poses from time to time.

I think it was all well and good for Amyn and I to leave Shattrath and head to our home in Nagrand before I punched a couple of the fellows in their faces.  We have quite a few workers in our warehouse in Shattrath and they are of all races and both factions – it’s a funny thing how promise of money can cross those lines without any kind of political influence.  Too bad there isn’t enough money in the world to pay off all of these greedy bastards and gain some peace in the world again.

We still don’t have a housekeeper in Nagrand yet, so, we were forced to prepare our own evening meal when we arrived which didn’t take that long.  We sat there for quite a while as we ate and talked about all manner of things.  I think that we are falling back into our old habits that we had developed so easily when we were living in Dalaran.

As we would wont to do, we both retired to the master suite and filled the black marble tub with hot water where we both had enough room to step and enjoy that luxury together. It definitely brought back some old memories, this simple act of bathing together, it also reawakened the same passions that we had enjoyed in Dalaran.  That luxury of washing one another’s long hair as we sat in the hot water is very sensuous as well as relaxing.

After our bath, we retired to fireplace which we had lit before going into the bathroom to dispel the chill of night from the room.  We sat there on the rug in front of the fire in nothing more than what Elune had given us at birth and just talked.  I was able to actually sit there and admire my woman without immediately tackling her for a romantic interlude, I was actually wanting to do just that, however, I also wanted to take the time to capture this visual in my mind for all time.  Amyn took down the ivory lute from the mantle and sat down to play one of the old Kaldorei ballads – I sat there as if I had been captured in time, taking in the music as if it were the last water on the desert. It was a moment that I wish could have gone on forever.

I know that people wonder when I say things about my wife, them not knowing that she is Kaldorei, and wanting to see this lovely vision that I describe at times.  I always tell them that she is somewhere other than where she really is. One day, in my lifetime, I have a dream of being able to introduce my Sentinel to some of my friends without them wanting to kill her and damning me for the rest of all time.  Some day we will have that peace in Azeroth.

Even though Shattrath is the last open city in our worlds, there are still some people that are extremely loyal to their factions and we have to respect that and avoid them as much as possible.  There are people that harbor the old prejudices that they have brought from their homelands.  Now that I have been away from the city for several years, I am sharply reminded that the humanities haven’t really changed and aren’t that much different than what they were a long time ago.

I still marvel at how well Amyn has raised our sons and our stepsons in this ragtag community.  The boys seem to have adjusted to the life here and have been able to take that out into the world, which is a very good thing.  They had already learned how to avoid certain things before they went back to Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.   I also am forced to realize how much of their growing up was done in my absence and I will continue to try to make it up to them as time permits.  I think that the two oldest boys have come to accept me for who and what I am a lot faster than the two little guys.   Let’s just say that I love all of our children, regardless of the fact that the two little boys aren’t of my blood at all.

I think that Amyn and I have been very lucky and blessed by Elune and the Light to have been able to raise our children with such relative ease. We have both given thanks to the Naaru for the peace that they have given us here in their city.

By The Sunwell!! I am definitely waxing nostalgic, poetic or whatever this morning.  I’m just being a windbag of words while I write this all down.  I am just trying to capture on paper some of the feelings that I am having at the moment without much luck.  Pity the fool that ever reads this, they might die of boredom before they reach the end of this entry.

What I was trying to say in short and simple terms is that I am very happy being with my loving wife and I am trying to be thankful for every moment that we have together, good and bad.

Speaking of bad, I really am concerned about the things that may or may not be going on in Silvermoon in regard to my little sister.  After this last time together, I am fully realizing that I don’t really know her at all.  I almost want to ask what happened to my real sister and where the heck did this evil doppelganger come from.  The girl that sat with me at the table eating a meal before I left is not the girl that I had raised. This one is extremely dangerous and devious and I can see it, I can almost taste the danger that she has emanating from her.   Trust me, I am very fearful of what she might do next, I don’t think that she has any qualms about doing anything anymore – she could possibly go completely rogue and start killing people to get to her undisclosed goals in life.   Where is the warm loving young woman that I had loved?  This person staying in our home in Silvermoon is not that person.

It is a terrible feeling when all of your instincts are screaming at you to stay away from her.  Stay as far away as humanly possible because she is definitely a threat to your safety. I think that the next time that I return to Silvermoon I will make arrangements for her to live in one of the other houses that I own and have the main house re-warded, yet again.  I have spoken quite openly with Amyn about some of my concerns and she agreed with me after showing her canine teeth and hissing a few times.

I have always worked on the premise that if there is a danger that is unavoidable, you need to meet it head on, however, this is my sister that I’m talking about, not some enemy that has lain in wait to attack me.  Well, maybe she has been lying in wait, in full sight and I have been unable to recognize the danger until now.  Who knows what may happen in the future, I don’t and yet I do.  There will come a time, I think, where I will have to make a choice on which of us is going to survive this life.

Fnor Morningstar

What’s Next?


March 1st

Dear Journal,

I don’t know whether I should be angry or just be thankful that he was able to return home to me in one piece.  I want to shake some sense into him and then at the same time, I want to hold him tightly in my arms to make sure that he doesn’t disappear on me again.

Kal went to Stormwind to deliver some of the goods that we had collected for our contracts, pick up some more and to get paid for the work we had done.  That seemed like a normal thing to do and I always know that he will stay a little bit longer to visit with his friends that he has back there, which I don’t mind.  It’s a normal progression of things and shouldn’t have been a big deal.  I didn’t go because I had some things that I wanted to finish up here at the farm. This should have been a one day trip at most – at the most, not a two day sojourn without a word from him.

When Kal  finally got home, I was just coming out of the paddock where we keep our Yaks and I saw him limping up the road to the farm.  Normally, I would have rushed to him to welcome him back and to find out why the heck he was walking with a limp. No, this time I was a bit angry with the fact that his one day trip took a lot longer and he hadn’t even sent me word.

Come to find out, he had gone on an expedition of sorts with those friends of his that took him far afield.  Apparently, they had been hired by someone to go to the Hinterlands, lovely place to visit, to gather some information in regard to a recent attack and increased activity in the trolls in the area.  It appears that the trolls had been attacking some of the dwarfs living in the settlement there as well as ambushing a few farms.  The keyword that I think I’m questioning is “investigate” – to me that means to do a reconnaissance of the area, nothing more, nothing less.

From what Kal told me of this little side trip, which should have been much less than what it turned out to be, they ran into a band of trolls and had a skirmish that lasted a while.  Poor fellow got attacked by some ghouls, trolls, mages, priest and Elune only knows what else.  He had been bitten and chewed on by a ghoul as well as getting a flesh would in his shoulder.  Nothing serious, mind you, however, these wounds could have been prevented if he had just sad that he wasn’t going to Hinterlands with his friends.

At least someone had taken the time to address his injuries for him before he decided to come home to Pandaria.  The wounds aren’t serious and it looks as though they have been cleansed thoroughly and dressed properly. Naturally, I redid them all after taking a close inspection of my own.  I’m grateful that he was attended too when he was in Stormwind.

I now think that the next time he takes one of these trips of his, I am going to go with him instead of thinking that he won’t be lead astray into something that might get him killed.  I think it is high time that I make my presence known with his friends too because so far, I’ve only met them once in One Keg and they seemed likeable enough, however, after this trip, I can see that they can be a dangerous lot.  I can understand that they were in it for the money and I don’t see why Kal felt compelled to join in that because he has plenty of money of his own and isn’t that desperate.

We are supposed to go to the Jade Temple today to do some fishing as well as a few other things.  I know Kal would much rather stay home and sleep, however, this time, it’s not going to happen.  his wounds are not that serious and we have obligations that need to be met there.

I’m not a clingy woman by any means, however, with these things happening whenever he gets with his friends in Stormwind, I think that I am going to be a shadow following him around.  I need to find out what these people are about, they don’t seem to be the overly adventurous  about things and yet, they take on a task like this for mere pennies.  All I can see about them so far is that they are thieves and possibly, hired assassins.  As Kal’s companion, I have a right to know what he has gotten himself involved in.

Kae