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 Don’t Need This Right Now…


*Some swearing and blunt language – if this sort of thing offends you, please don’t read this.*

 

June 5th

Dear Journal,

I am so angry with Tylanlor right now that I could just spit.  Well, that made me feel better after I did spit, however, it’s just something else for me to clean up now.

Why in the hell would he think that he was protecting me by not telling me that my sister is here in Pandaria?  If I could get my hands on her neck right now, she’s probably be a corpse because I am pretty angry with her too.   My stupid brother thought that things were settling down and that she was going to be just “fine” in Silvermoon.  I could have and did tell him that he was wrong and I am sure that his wife told him the same thing.

Faendra is not like the rest of us, I don’t care what anyone says.   She has turned into someone that I don’t think that I even want to know but I have too because she’s my sister.  Her obsession with Dawnglory has gone beyond all boundaries of sanity – she truly needs to get her head looked at or her mental deck reshuffled because what she is doing is wrong, totally wrong.  When I do finally catch up with her I do fully intend on putting my plate boot up her skinny arse as well as my fist in her face.  I’ve never struck her before, however, I think that it is long overdue because she has caused this family enough grief with her idiocy.

Dawnglory is happy with Romy and his baby girl.  He doesn’t want some selfish little bitch from Silvermoon to show up and try to ruin things for him.   He has already told Faendra in the past that he thinks of her as a sister, nothing more.   There might have been some flirtation on his part at one point, however, Fae isn’t bright enough to know what being flirted with is all about.  I know she made our last Christmas Veil miserable,  the last time that the whole family was together,  because she expected Dawnglory to ask her to marry him or something or give her  a ring – well, he had no intentions of dong that, I knew that and so did Fnor.  This all took place before she ran away from Orgrimmar – silly stupid girl.

I’m really happy that I am a Death Knight and I don’t have to deal with all of the social bullshit in Silvermoon.   I can do whatever I want and if they don’t like it, they can kiss my cold dead behind, at least Ty likes it.  Anyway, she has killed any of her chances of doing anything for herself in Silvermoon now after running off this time – she’s used goods as far as everyone is concerned or at least too insane for any family of any importance to want to have to deal with her.  I hope she’s fucking happy with that bit of news when it finally registers in her little pea brain.

Well, I hope she’s happy because she’s already causing trouble for people that know her and I haven’t laid eyes on her yet.  I shouldn’t have thrown that bowl of noodles at Ty because he and FuzzButt took off for parts unknown and I should go find him.  He was only doing what he thought was right – he’s still learning things about how to deal with people issues.  I think I saw tears in his blue eyes before he ducked out the door – I know I hurt his feelings badly by screaming at him like some kind of banshee. I need to go find him and apologize and explain to him why I got so upset and let him know that I don’t need that kind of protection – it’s a family thing and I am adult enough to deal with it.

I bet I know where he went because he always goes there when he’s upset.  He’s at the Jade Temple talking to the bears or fishing or watching the training.  I’ll find him and make it right between the two of us – our first argument of any merit and it has to be over my dumbass sister.

I did fire off a letter to Fnor to let him know that we know where Faendra is and that we’re going to go ahead and warn Dawnglory if he doesn’t already know about it.  News travels fast amongst the Blood Elf community up here and I am sure that someone has already been pounding on his door to let him know that some lunatic is looking for him.

 

Felaran Morningstar 

Adventures of Rivertic…


June 4th

Dear Journal,

Well, just when I was getting things down in Hellfire Peninsula, you know, killing the boars, killing the occasional Orc that happened to have the misfortune of stumbling into my path while I was out and about.  I was just getting into the groove down there and doing the things that were expected of me when I got orders to move out.  I was thinking that I was getting sent to Northrend, that’s not all bad, hadn’t ever been there although I hear that it’s damned cold, that wouldn’t have bothered me at all.

No, I guess I didn’t need to follow the same old path, I got shipped directly to Pandaria.  Now, I can say that it’s a beautiful place, not much in the way of a desert kind of atmosphere that I had grown accustomed too in Hellfire.  The thing that bothers me in Pandaria is the greenery – most of it is taller than I am.   Well, most everything is taller than I am which makes slogging through the countryside a bit more challenging.   At least I got put with a bunch of other Death Knights and we go out on patrols with the other Alliance races – not all bad except I’m always the shortest one and I have to prove over and over again that being my size isn’t a detriment to them.  I can still kill things bigger than me and I can still out battle most of these human warriors and paladins – just wish they’d watch where they cast that Light – it kind of hurts.

I really have to admit that this Pandaria place is definitely different and it offers a real challenge to someone of my stature.  Not to be harping, it does get old when you have to step stool to get into bed at the Inn or they offer you a child’s bed.   Anyway, lots of tall people, big animals, tall plants and some real big Pandaren.  When I am running around the Vale – yes, I found it, I do wish that the tall ones would look out for us short ones.  At least there is a quick easy way to get to Stormwind from here and, trust me, I use it. Gotta keep in touch with my gnomies.

Right now, I am supposed to be at work in the Jade Forest, however, I asked for some time off so that I could get my gear and myself organized, not to mention, I wanted to explore this place a little bit more too.  It’s huge, it’s freakin’ huge and I’ve never seen anything like it before that I can remember.

I’m thinking seriously about writing a book called River’s Adventures – not sure that anyone would read it anymore than they might read this journal some day.  It’s something to pass the time and it keeps me from getting stepped on – the writing I mean, I can sit in a corner some place and write to my heart’s content.

Oh my, with all of the resources and the ore up here in Pandaria, my mind is all a whirl with the inventions that I can make.  Oh sure, can’t let that part of my creative genius get stale – there’s all kinds of stuff to learn and to do up here and I can talk with more experienced engineers that understand some of my ideas – hope they don’t steal any of them.  I still think the auto-flush toilet is a great idea if I could just figure out how to reverse the updraft and have the stuff go back where it’s supposed to be.  I’m working on it. It’s got to be something to do with the vacuum and synchronicity of the water release – there has to be enough force to downdraft the stuff.  I’ll get it figured out, no worry about that, I’ll just keep plugging away with it as soon as I can figure it out – there will be self-flushing toilets in all of the outhouses in Stormwind, already have one installed that I am using as my pilot testing area.  Fellow seemed to be real pleased with it until it lost the downdraft and he came out kind of messy and, let’s just say, fragrant.  Oh, just imagine, having a self-flushing toilet in a house with running water – that would be awesome and just think how quick it would catch on – people hate trudging to the convenience behind the house in the middle of winter.

Oh well, I do need to get some things taken care of and I found a real nice guy that seems to be real interested in my converter package for carryalls.  Kind of smashes things down so your bags aren’t so big.  He wants one to carry all of the gems he has for sale – wonder what he is doing with all of those gems anyway, he says he’s a jewel crafter of sorts.  I bet!!

 

River

 

Adventures and Reflections…


June 3rd

Dear Journal,

I know that I have not written in quite some time.  My time has been spent seeing this new land and trying to understand some of the ways of the people.  In many ways they are not unlike my own kin, however, their impatience and anger is what appears to drive them along without much thought for the consequences and the future.  We are taught and trained at a young age how to temper these things by the monks.  I can understand how their intrusion into our lands has wrought the awakening of the Sha.  There is much strife in this land that seems meaningless to me and I am not one to pass judgment on others, however, it does make me curious.

Currently I live in one of the main cities and I can assure you that there are many adventurous young Pandaren that have traveled here, so, over time, I have found many of my own kind to socialize with and have found several monks that are of an age that they can guide me in my meditations.  I know that several of us have regretted leaving our homeland and wish to return, however, that return would defeat the purpose of our coming in the first place.

When the Mist lifted from our land and these adventurers came into the land, bringing their own trials, troubles and tribulations with them, I know that a lot of us wanted to see their lands.  It sounded very mysterious and it was different from how we were living.  Ah yes, they do say that sometimes our curiosity can lead us astray, however, once the decision has been made to set forth to these new lands, you do have to earn the passage back to or homeland.

From what I have learned since I have been in Stormwind is that there have been many wars in the land, not only within the Eastern Kingdoms and  Kalimdor.  There are other places that I have not seen yet in my journey and I am anxious to see them.   This place called Outland where a world has shattered and is attached to Azeroth through some type of magical portal – it sounds very scary and yet exciting at the same time.   There is battling in that world as well, not unlike our past history with the Mogu that still threatens the peace in Pandaria.

So many places I have not seen yet and have only heard tales of from the people that I have met.  Life never seems to be dull for these people, however, the strife would be more than just unsettling if it were a constant pressure.  I know that we have had strife in my homeland, however, we have been able to move it to a proper perspective and let it be a part of our lives without being the main focus.  There are other things in life to give you joy if only you will take the time to slow down and see it for what it is.

I know that I was taught that there must be a balance in your life in order for you to survive with some kind of inner peace.  If there was only some way to make the people understand that balance.  I know that I do not have the education nor the power to make them understand for I am a lowly hunter, however, I know that I will take my time passing through these lands and enjoy the beauty as well as the dangers.

I suppose that I have written enough nonsense and I should close the book and put it away again.  Changwu and Jake have invited me to go with them to the Faire to see the sights and to see all of the different people.   I have been before and spent a great deal of time looking at the strange beasts that are in the zoo there.   Some of them I would like to see in the wild and some of them I hope I don’t see because they might take a liking to Pandaren for a meal.

Panmoshu

 

Things I Like To Do…


May 29th

One of the things that some of you may not know about me is the fact that I am quite the altoholic.  I like to play different races, different classes and just have a variety of characters to choose from.  One of the things that I try to do is to at least get the poor things to level 20 so that they aren’t trudging around via foot forever.

One of the things that I also do is that when I am not really feeling well physically, I will oftentimes as not, roll a lowbie and play on them for a while.  I think that I have spent the entire week so far on nothing but new lowbies and just questing the daylights out of them.  This does make for a lot of time for immersion in the game as well as hiding out when I’m not feeling well physically or even emotionally.  With some of the medications that I have to take from time to time, it tends to make me more than a little bit spacey – LOL, so, it’s okay if you’re lowbie is not doing so hot – you’re a new player, right?

I rerolled a poor little Forsaken Hunter that I had thought that I wouldn’t like to play any longer, however, after he was gone, I really missed the poor little fellow, so, Nestick has made a comeback from the nether.  No, I didn’t have Blizzard bring him back, I just rerolled him, no BOA gear at all and have had a riot running around on him.  I have quite a few in progress right now – Agatha was really just a figment of my imagination and I decided to bring her to life in-game – I do RP with myself from time to time.

A lot of the starting areas have changed quite a bit since I have been working on newbies.  Well, one of the things that I have discovered is that while I am running without BOA gear on them, the professions and the leveling usually move along at a good clip – all at the same level instead of having to go back and work on that leatherworking or whatever.   I really did enjoy running through the Lady Sylvanas quest lines on my Forsaken as well as getting to hear the Lament via Agatha was indeed a joy.  I have a couple of capped out Forsaken, however, the quest lines have changed so much since they were babies back then.

I’ve also added a couple of Worgen to the pack of the existing group and I think that I am going to enjoy trying them out.  A worgen druid and a worgen warlock – ohhhh, that warlock looks like he is going to be evil – very black wolf and the black robes in the starting area are awesome – I do hope that I can transmog those when he gets out of them.  Yes, I do save all of their starting gear in hopes of using them as transmogs at higher levels.

One of the things that I am going to do for a while is to run without BOA gear on these newbies and see how it all plays out.  So far, I’m very satisfied with the results that I have seen.  Will I ever get all of these characters to level cap – probably not.  I enjoy leveling and I enjoy losing myself in the game for as many hours that I can spare from my RL duties.

Since I tend to play solo most of the time, I can usually take my time and if I do a bit of character hopping during my time online, I think that the people I have on my RealID understand that I like to have variety in my characters.   My poor 90s have been so neglected this week, however, there is plenty of time to get them ready for WoD.

This Ain’t So Bad…


May 26th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jonathan “River” Rivertic

 

Learning To Care…


May 24th

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ty Ravencrest