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May 17th

Dear Journal,

I do seriously like to consider myself a man of peace, however, I am beginning to wonder at my sanity on that point because there doesn’t seem to be anything of that nature in the offing for any of the races.  There is always strife, the peace offerings made, broken, and then, idiocy seems to have taken over my faction of the Horde.  Why, after all of these years, all of our people sacrificing our lives and families to a faction that put loyalty to the front above all else, we look like we have sacrificed our honor to a madman.

I was a bit astounded when I got a letter from one of the other Ambassadors because I felt that my services that had been rendered in the past were for naught.  It appears as though I have been invited to return to Orgrimmar and sit on the council again, I’m not sure what the reasoning behind that is since I have already sworn my allegiance to the Regent Lord.   I am less inclined to rejoin a group of men that already know my feelings about the current Warchief.

When I was a much younger man, I might have jumped at the chance to serve the Horde, however, with age has come a little bit more in the way of wisdom and less patriotic fervor.  I have spent my entire life in the service of the Horde, putting it before my family, my friends and even against my own judgment at times.  In the days of Thrall, there was a certain Code of Honor that was upheld and unwritten rules of conduct, however, with this fool that we currently have sitting in Orgrimmar dictating the policies,  there doesn’t appear to be much in the way of Honor in my opinion.  I’m just curious why they should suddenly think that I would want to rejoin that mayhem?  Okay, I will meet with them and see what they have to say, however, I already know my answer to the whole situation – a resounding “no” because it would be taking a step back instead of progressing forward as I have done in the last year.

Between Amyn and I, we have established Morningstar Enterprises and Shadowmoon Enterprises in the all of the most strategic places and I will have to admit that the profits are almost sinful.  The Shattrath operation is going surprisingly well even with the fact that I have poor Zippie running hither and yon to keep the records straight, I do need to talk to her about getting an assistant for her that will help her with all of this – it always makes me sad to see her walking around with a smile on her face and, yet, her brow is always furrowed in thought.   All work and no play is not good for anyone, however, she has made sure that we’re showing a profit across the board in our accounts.

The operation that we’re starting in Pandaria is still going to be some months out before we can truly get that running smoothly.  The location in the Jade Forest that Amyn and I inspected is going to be perfect although it will require a bit of an expansion in order to accommodate the goods as well as the employees that might want to stay there to avoid the expenses of staying in an Inn or they just want to keep out of sight.  When you’re in my line of business, you will have people of all social standings and races to deal with – some of them may have unsavory reputations in some of the cities or locations, however, if they conduct themselves and do their jobs, I am not going to pry into their pasts all that much.

Mercenaries are a special brand of person that really warrants some watching, however, I keep the pay scale high enough to where the ones that I have working for me are not going to be disloyal unless someone comes along with a higher paycheck.   I often worry that some of them might get it in their minds to do something that would be both detrimental to the company and to myself.  There are rumors of things that have reached my ears that are not pleasing.

In the past and in most areas that I travel in currently, the marriage between Amyn and myself is still definitely frowned upon not only for the social stigma as well as the faction loyalties being called into question.  I know that I don’t worry about it as much as I should anymore because it has been eons since anyone has called that into question.  Yes, I did murder a man in Dalaran for intimating that he was going to “turn” the lot in for the rewards that are still being offered even today.    I worry more about the safety of my sons in Stormwind because you may never know who is a true friend or foe, however, Amyn and the boys have experience enough to keep the heritage hidden as well as they can.

Do I worry about things being any better in Silvermoon?  Yes, I do, however, I have enough money that I can usually wriggle my way out of any kind of political turmoil that might result of the exposure.  I am more concerned about the social fallout from Faendra’s latest escapade, however, that is going to be her problem to deal with, not mine.

At least I had only started making overtures to different families to start the bargaining for a good match for her.  It isn’t like it was the last time where I had to pay out her dowry because she had run away a month before the wedding.  I was embarrassed and completely humiliated by some of the people involved, however, with the proper payments being made, the social ladder wasn’t damaged all that much for the rest of the family.   It would have been a good match for her and it might have straightened her head out a little bit, although, I am beginning to wonder if there is anything that will get her to see the reality of things.

I do feel responsible for the monster that I have unleashed on the world, however, I did the best that I could at raising her in what I thought was the correct fashion.  I had no parenting skills to speak of when I had this child put into my care after my parents were killed.  What is a young Ranger going to do with a baby?   I lived in a tent, I had no way of caring for her when I went out on patrols, so, the foster family track was the one that I chose for her – she was later joined by Dawnglory’s sister, Felessa, which seemed to work out fairly well.  Comparing Faendra and Felessa is like comparing night and day – Felessa has done well with her marriage and giving birth to a son seems to have pleased the parties concerned.  Faendra could have had the same kind of life, however, the wild streak that showed up in her when we left Dalaran really did seem to take a stronger hold her thought processes and actions.   The girl actually kind of scares me because it’s like dealing with two different people when I talk to her.  One minute, she’s sweetness and light, then, she starts behaving like a raging maniac that feels the world owes her everything – most me in that world.

I’ve cried, ranted and raved, prayed to the Light, the Sunwell and even Elune to give me some guidance as to what I can do to make Faendra a better person.  I know that it’s not totally my fault, however, she wouldn’t feel that she’s entitled to everything if I hadn’t spoiled her completely by giving her everything that she ever asked for.   The one thing that I can’t do or wouldn’t do is to marry her off to my best friend – Dawnglory deserves better than that in his life.

 

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

 

 

Learning To Live As A Ranger…


May 15th

Dear Journal,

All I have to say at this point is that I did make it to Pandaria with the Rangers, of all groups.  Anyway, I ended up getting stationed in my brother’s old command, isn’t that just peachy.  I know that I should have used a fake name, however, that costs money that I didn’t have, so, people know who I am, however, they aren’t exactly sure of the relationship.  I did laugh when one of the fellows told me that I must be Fnor’s daughter because I didn’t look old enough to be his sister.

Of course, I’ve been very subtle in asking questions about certain people and have found out quite a bit, my these people do like to talk.   I found out that Dawnglory is in the Valley of Four Winds with his woman and her brat.  I guess he still keeps in touch with some of the fellows here and they said that he is just turning into one of those boring old married types, even if he isn’t married to her.  Well, at least she’s getting him trained for when I take over, he’ll know what to expect from a wife. Shame that the baby looks like him, however, look at how many blonde men there are running around up here – it’s not like a blonde guy is a novelty, you know. I still don’t think he sired the baby, not after all of the philandering that he’s done in the past, there have been no other children that I am aware of.   If he has a problem making babies, I’m sure that we can find a doctor that will fix that problem.

I can’t say that I am all too keen on the accommodations here in camp.  I live in a large tent with nine other women and they aren’t of the social standing that I have been accustomed too.  Naturally, all the chatter is about men, clothes, makeup and the next party they are going too.   I even have gone out on a few dates since I have been up here and wasn’t disappointed  with them too much when all they wanted to do was to get into my pants, which they didn’t.

Well, my brother’s tales of all of the rain in Krasarang weren’t a lie.  I swear that it is raining when I get up, rains all day and then, rains some more if it ever really stopped to begin with.  I do keep getting sent back to the Jade Forest to do some cleanup of the Alliance scum that seem to be trickling in there – they don’t have the manpower that we have from what I can tell.   I will have to admit that the Sentinels seem to keep some very nice looking scouts with them – wonder if I can keep one alive long enough to talk to him.  I can see why women are attracted to them and I bet they aren’t just talented at hunting and scouting.

I haven’t tried to get in touch with my sister yet, I suppose I should, however, I just know that she won’t waste any time getting word back to our brother.  Our adopted brother! I know that she is all involved with some other Death Knight here in Pandaria, some silly guy that likes to run around with a cat with him all of the time.  Figures she’d find someone that is brain-damaged to hang out with.  I’ve met him once and he didn’t say a whole lot, just started at me with those dead blue eyes of his as he sat there playing with his cat.  I know he can talk, he said a few words to Fel and to his cat, however, he just stared at me as if I had two heads when I started talking about the people in Silvermoon.  Oh well, that was their last trip to Silvermoon and I sure don’t know if I want to see them in Pandaria.

Now, I just have to figure out a way to find out where Dawnglory is living in this Valley of Four Winds.  I’m sure he has some little shack somewhere that he is sharing with that woman of his.   I didn’t realize how big the place was until I saw one of the maps in our briefing tent.  It’s huge and I don’t want to let him know that I am here yet because I haven’t finished all of my plans on how I am going to get him off alone and in bed.   He’ll have to marry me because I have been taking those drugs I got in Orgrimmar so that I will conceive a child even if he just looks at me wrong.  As much as my libido has been screaming at me to take a man, any man, I won’t do it because I want to be a virgin for Dawnglory , just to prove to him that I have not been with anyone else and I am sure that he would have to appreciate that because a virgin at my age is something a man would treasure.  I’m sure it won’t hurt when he takes me though because I would think that he wouldn’t be too drunk to realize he’s with a virgin.

Oh, another thing, I hate some of the things that they make us do.  I never have been one to clean my own armor, I have someone else do it for me and, now, if I don’t do it myself – I get put on some of the worst details – no, I haven’t been put on the latrine duty yet however, it has been promised if I don’t start doing some of the menial tasks here in camp.  I’m a Ranger, I shouldn’t have to take care of things like trash or grooming mounts or something like that – there are enough people out there that need the money that I could pay to do it for me.  I haven’t had any real time off since I got here because I refuse to do some of this stuff – I had servants that took care of the laundry and I don’t think it’s right that I have to take all of the bedding to be washed with the other girls – it’s just beneath me.

Money, that’s another thing!   I am having to live on what I make as a Ranger, which isn’t much, and then, if I happen to take money from a corpse or something, I have to split it with all of the others in my patrol group.  That just doesn’t seem fair.  I’ve been trying to sell some of the hides that I have gathered, however, the competition is pretty heavy and I’ve all but given away some of the stuff I had gathered.  My leatherworking is just as good as some of the others here, however, I had one fellow tell me that if I spent more time curing the hides properly, they wouldn’t make my leather goods smell moldy.  As if I didn’t know what I am doing?  Rude fellow!!

Well, it appears that duty calls and I have another black mark on my record for not cleaning my boots properly when I got inspected.  That means another week without any time off to go scouting out the Valley.

Faendra Morningstar

Rumors…Are They True?


* Light swearing and some blunt language – if you’re offended by that sort of thing – please don’t read.*

 

May 14th

Yo Book!

Damn!  Just when you think that things are going to be nice and quiet, they never really are because someone will come to mess the damned things up.   I know that I had heard rumors from some of my old buddies in the Ranger camp that a little redhead was asking about me, like where I lived, was I married and if there was any way that she could get in touch with me directly.   Damned fools did tell her I was living in Pandaria, they just didn’t say where.

Of course, this was all told to me with the full-blown laughter and winks – you know the fucking kind I mean. The description of this girl being arrogant, demanding and just too educated seems to fit Fnor’s sister too closely to be anyone else.  It sounds like she has done more than her fair share of complaining about the accommodations not being fit for a Sindorei nor even their beasts.  Well, sometimes I have to agree that the camps aren’t exactly luxurious, however, Krasarang is one of the main camps and is fitted out the best that can be expected.

Now, that had my damned curiosity blown out of the water and I almost, I almost, made the trip back to Krasarang to check things out, however, something warned me in my mind that this was not a wise decision.  So, I didn’t go and now that I am sitting here looking at this letter from Fnor, I’m fucking damned happy that I didn’t let my curiosity get the best of me.

It seems that he had made arrangements to get Faendra married off to one of the Silvermoon fops and she flew the coop.  I could have told him that would happen if she caught wind of his plans, however, he says in his letter that he hadn’t even gotten through the preliminaries with some of the families yet and she just walked out.  Not real surprising to me considering her previous history and her obsession with finding me in Pandaria.   Sad thing is that she sold some of the furniture in the house where he had her living as well as stole some of the gear he had closeted away at the stables, tack, bows and even took one of his mounts.  I can tell that he’s pissed, as he should be, however, I can also tell that this event has deeply hurt him again too.

Well, if the fucking descriptions of this girl in Krasarang are as accurate as I think that they might be, I already know where the Hell she is.  Too damned close to be comfortable and it is really going to upset Romy to know that this little bitch has made it up here, close to Halfhill.  I would normally keep something like this to myself, however, this girl actually scares me with what she might do or say to Romy or what she might do to either one of us at this point.

Yes, Romy and I are planning on getting married in the very near future although we haven’t set a real date yet.  I know that Romy has been waffling between holding the wedding in Shattrath or even going through some kind of ritual with her people in Northrend.  I don’t care what we do as long as we get the mess over with – the stress that it has put on the two of us is really more than I thought it would ever be.   Gowns, robes – what shall we wear, who should we invite, should I have Fnor be the Best Man – he would do it if I let him know when it would be.

I am really ready to just make the suggestion that we take off and go to Silvermoon, fill out the proper forms and get married there after snatching some total strangers off the street to witness the marriage and sign the paperwork.  We could do that and even take the baby with us – have a party later or something of that order.

I know that regardless of where or how we get married doesn’t matter one iota to me.  It’s what is important to Romy.  I know women like to make big formal things out of weddings because they hope that they only do it once in their lives, I’m just not real sure how much Romy has her heart set on this kind of thing.    I know that we’re supposed to go to Silvermoon next week and look at some of the stationary for the wedding invitations and all that noise – maybe I can fucking suggest that we get married instead.  Would end all of the stress of putting this silly thing together.

We are getting married to make absolutely sure that Mirrin’s future is secure and that she won’t have any of the social issues that we both have had in the past.  I don’t even know whom my parents are and I’m not real sure what my real name was either – how many more black marks could a girl have gong against her ever making a good match in Silvermoon?    Yes, we love each other and we don’t need a piece of paper to tell people that, however, with the baby, we need to make it a bit more formal and socially acceptable.

Now, if these fucking rumors are true and this girl turns out to be Faendra, if Romy and I are married, that might put the little bitch off a bit and she will leave us alone.  If she weren’t my best friend’s sister, she might have had an accident befall her long before now, it happens.   I know that I am not going to run away and hide from her if it is her, however, I think that I will let her know that she has caused me enough trouble and if it causes me to lose my friendship with Fnor, that’s just how it is going to be.  I don’t need some crazy bitch chasing me all over Azeroth and trying to ruin any kind of happiness that I might have achieved that didn’t include her.

I’ve been out doing some scouting around on my own with the wedding thing looming on the horizon and I think that I have found a great place for Romy and I to spend our honeymoon.  It is still here in Pandaria and we could get the Cloudhoof clan to look after Mirrin while we’re gone  – I know that Mooma really does seem to dote on the baby.  Mirrin can’t say the matriarch’s name – she just says Moo – which seems to please the old woman even if it is a true fact.

This place that I found is really quite nice, isolated and extremely hard to get too without a flying mount.  There is a house, a little lake that is great for bathing and fishing – already tried those out.  No one lives there currently, however, I did leave a note in the house to ask permission to use the place for a week or two and I’ll wait to hear back on that.  Naturally, it’s in the Jade Forest and very close to a few places that Romy and I have been before, however, I don’t think that Romy has ever seen this place.   To me, it seems perfect.  It’s still close enough to Halfhill to where we can get back home if an emergency happens to arise – Light Forbid!!

I am not going to worry about the rumor mill and if it turns out to be true, it’s something that I will have to deal with.  I am not going to let it rule my life and ruin the happiness that Romy and I have together – that’s the keyword right there – we’re together even if we’re not married.  Neither one of us can deny being the parent of Mirrin either because our little girl looks like a perfect blend of the two of us.

Fnar Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria

Almost There…


May 13th

Dear Journal,

Talk about working your fingers to the bone, well, literally they are bone anyway, however, this is getting to be quite the project.  Hazey has said that if I can pay my way to Pandaria that we can live together at her farm in Halfhill – wherever that is.

I have just heard stories of the place and so far, my adventures have taken me far and wide in the Eastern Kingdoms.  I must say that I met some really nice dwarves although it felt a bit awkward at first because, let’s get real – they aren’t Horde.   The Thorium Brotherhood is what they go by and those other dwarves were just plain nasty and vile creatures.  Dark Irons they were called.  Yes, I can certainly see why they were called that and I can also tell you that they are a truly cranky lot.

One thing that I can tell you is that Forsaken have an odor, we’re well aware of it and try to keep it masked as much as any Death  Knight, however, these Dark Iron folks, honestly, they don’t look or smell like they have had a bath since the day they were born.  I’ve always known that dwarves were hairy, however, between these two groups, they might have whole families living in those beards – well, they might, I can’t say that I saw that many female dwarves and  when I did see them, they seemed a bit too cheerful. Maybe it’s from all of that drinking and they know that they are the only game in town – the girls I mean.

I’ve been doing quite a bit of sewing when I get a chance to get back to Undercity because I sure am not going to be carrying bags of material around with me when every place that I have been recently makes the City look like it’s clean and probably makes Orgrimmar look like paradise.  I suppose that I ought to be thankful that Hazey did keep the house in Orgrimmar because when I leave Undercity to go to Pandaria, I will need a place to store my stuff and maybe open a little store there for people to buy some of the things that I have been making.  I have sold quite a few robes in Silvermoon lately, which means that the population must be booming if they can’t find what they want there.  Of course, I add a few personal touches to the robes, a bit of gold braid, maybe some embroidery when the time permits, however, the ones that have been buying my robes seem to be willing to pay the prices that I have been putting on things.  I hope I can take some time off soon so that I can sew a few more.

I think that one of the reasons that I am in such a hurry to leave the Undercity right now is that we seem to have quite a few strangers showing up.  It’s not like the old days where you could pick out a corner some place and call that space yours, I’ve often times come back from running errands or making some deliveries of clothes that I have made and have found someone else sleeping in my coffin.   I am thinking of moving to Orgrimmar for a while and staying in Hazey’s house there.   I don’t like strange people sleeping in my coffee, it ruins that whole idea of it belonging to me and I’m not sure that everyone would like the lace frills on the pillows and I know they couldn’t possibly like my blankets with all of the work that I have put into them.   Let’s just say that I don’t like sharing my bed.

I know that I may be chasing a dream that may never happen, however, I am saving my money and looking to the future more than I have since I became Forsaken.

Brianca Smythe

 

 

Trouble On The Horizon…


May 11th

Dear Journal,

I haven’t seen m husband in over a month and I will have to admit that I am more than anxious to join him in Nagrand for a few days as well as getting back to Pandaria to look at some of the sites that he has visited as a placement for the warehouse up there.  Of course, anytime that I spend with my beloved is time that I will always cherish, even after all of these years.

One of the things that is causing me some concern at the moment is my eldest son, Kaldor.  I don’t know what must be going to through his mind right now because I am afraid that he is going to do as his Father did for years and lose the only thing that actually means anything to him other than his farm in Halfhill.

I guess that he is at the stage in his life where he wants to go out carousing and drinking with his friends even though he has Kae waiting for him at the farm most of the time.  He has no idea where she is right now and the only thing that I can say is that she is in Stormwind for the time being.

I guess he has gone out adventuring with his friends quite a bit in the last couple of months and always promises Kae that it won’t happen again.  He won’t come home looking worse than as if he had been in some battlefield excursion or worse.  Torn clothing, damaged armor as well as some damage to himself that needs proper nursing and care from Kae.  He really must be taking the girl for granted although he hasn’t made any kind of commitment to her yet.  Of course, I can’t let him know that I have spoken with Kae about some of their problems because he was furious the last time that I interfered with things.

He may look Kaldorei, however, underneath that physical appearance is a Sindorei attitude about things.  He is very much like his Father and I don’t know that Kae will be able to tolerate the years of waiting for him to grow up and realize that he has everything he ever wanted or needed waiting for him at home.  I’m not sure that Kae’s feelings for Kal are as strong as mine were and still are for my Sindorei.   I hate to see him make a mistake or the two of them make a mistake by his last flings at youth.  He was always mature beyond his years and I think that he is taking a rebellious route now to make up for all of the years that the was the one that was always so serious and steadfast – it happens.

I suppose I should sit down and write a letter to him or even just stop by the farm and see what he has to say for himself.  I’m really rather anxious to see him and to talk with him about the matter, however, I do have to be extremely careful to make sure that there is no backlash on Kae.  I can honestly say that she hasn’t told me a lot of the details of what has been happening, however, I’ve been around a long time and I can tell when there is trouble brewing between a couple.

The other thing that has me disturbed is that I got a letter from my Mother telling me that one of my cousins has returned from the wilds.  Basaric, the youngest of my cousins, that always seemed so much older than his years.  Of course, that may well be from his calling in life, he is a Druid and from what my Mother said, quite a good one at that.   I trust my Mother’s judgment on the matter of his skills because she has had enough experience dealing with some druids in her past.  She says that he has grown into quite the handsome fellow.

The thing that disturbed me was the fact that he had made some inquiries about one of my parent’s foster children that he had met years ago.  Of course, that would happen to be none other than our own Kae.  It appears that he was quite infatuated when he was a youngster and that infatuation hasn’t waned over time.  I guess my Mother told him about Kae and that she was involved with my son Kaldor.  Great, why didn’t she just give the man the address while she was at it.   I suppose that there could be some trouble looming on the horizon if Kal doesn’t get his act straight.  It really could cause some issues within my own family, not only with Kal, it could cause problems with my parents as well.

 

Amynlarae Shadowmoon

What’s Going On In My Fantasy World …


May 10th

Well, I wrote an OOC article as is my usual wont on the weekend and decided against publishing it because it sounded a bit peevish.   I think part of my peeve was the fact that I have noticed certain behaviors that seem to reach a high point on the weekends. I can hardly wait for the Summer months to kick in to add a certain flair to things.

I wasn’t upset about the fact that people like to run in and grab loot that you’ve killed a mob for and you’ve taken all the damage and done all the work and “they” take the money from the goal you were trying to obtain from the quest.   Oh well, Karma is a real bear and I’m sure if their behavior in-game  matches their behavior in real life, I foresee quite a few suicides in the not too distant future.   I’ve just noticed an increase in that type of behavior in the last couple of months.  Oh well, that’s an MMO and let’s all hope that they aren’t that way in real life – miserable self-centered, entitled, rude, greedy – LOL you get the drift.

Anyway, this past week has been fun-filled with my team of 90s and a few lowbies – yep, ran to the Faire a few times, however, this time I didn’t try to take everyone that I had that might gain something from their professions if they went.   What were the chances that I was going to play that character in the next month  was the criteria I used this time.   Still trying to get my Alliance solo guild up to Level 14 and it will happen within the next week, however, I am not going to stay up all night running characters to the Faire just to raise that level.

Finally put my “big boy pants” on and ran some LFR stuff – just a couple on my Horde main and did surprisingly well even if the info in the guide didn’t match up exactly with what the activity was in the actual instance – guess they haven’t had time to update those in a while.  No, I ran with some friends that I have on the Red side and had a great time.  Now, I am questioning why I am waiting to run my other characters while I am at it too – you don’t really need your friends in there unless there is some secret handshake, this is gonna happen if don’t do it, kind of deal like in the old days.  Now, you just run with the crowd, be aware of your DBM warnings and don’t stand in the stuff.   I lucked out and got quite a few pieces of gear which put my Main real close to being able to run Flex raids.  I might send the end-game stuff yet – who knows.  Since this was all done “late night” I’m more than a bit tired today.

One of the things that came to my mind again this week is that I play on an RP server and I don’t RP – I would like too, however, it seems the old thing of “closed” RP is very much alive and well on the realm.  If you’re not in the guild, sometimes even if you’re in the guild, you’re kind of excluded for some reason.  Not the proper posterior kissing ability is being applied, I suppose.  I do walkups and I accept walkups, however, I haven’t run into anything in quite some time that actually sparked my interest or that could be put together for any length of time to write a proper storyline around it.  Gone are those days along with the majority of the people I knew in the game that knew how to RP.

Yes, I’ll touch on the subject of ERP briefly – if you’re gonna write bad erotica, have the decency not to force it on the general populace.  I usually will glance at what is going on and know almost immediately that it has to be some basement dwelling mouth breather that is sitting at the keyboard wishing that they could have sex in real life.  Age doesn’t seem to matter – if your libido needs to be that active, take it to your room.

I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, enjoying my “own” version of the game, writing journals for my characters that need it now and then and that’s about it.  To be very honest, I have some storylines that might have some major twists and turns in the near future, who knows other than the character?  I’m sure that they will get around to filling me in on what they have in mind.

Currently, my RP partner is on hiatus for an indefinite period of time, which means that the storyline is just sitting stagnant for the time being, which is such a shame because there is some great potential there for some fun and excitement.  Oh well, I understand taking breaks, I’ve been guilty a few times myself, however, I did always keep the ball rolling if I was involved in a storyline.

I actually do love the realm I am on, however, I don’t have the time to RP long drawn out things that last six or seven hours at a clip – I do have a life and physical needs that need to be taken care of.   If I seem to lag at one of these events, it’s because I’ve had to get up and walk around to keep the circulation going in my lower extremities, not to mention, keeping my head at a specific angle for long periods of time really does aggravate a medical condition that I have. .    I have to laugh because I do tell people that I love RP and am always open for it, however, I think that’s like a gastrointestinal discharge in the wind and I’m definitely staying upwind from that.

Let’s see, I did add a new little Shaman to my happy band of 90s (18 for now) in Pandaria so that I could keep things rolling for that one guild.  I also brought up one of my hunters because I honestly didn’t have a female Blood Elf hunter at cap.  Since I’m not RPing, there’s plenty of time to level.   I also plan to bring up a Forsaken hunter that happens to be my enchanter/tailor that has been dragging her feet for quite a few months

Why so many 90s?  Well, I like learning the professions and the mechanics of different classes, which is one of the things that has kept me in the game for so many years.  Yes, about the time I think I’ve got it “down” – well, you know Blizzard likes to shuffle the deck and change things when they have a new expansion.   I am also not one that likes to sit in front of the television very often because I find a lot of it depressing and with my video games, I can play an active role in what goes on.

LOL, now the weather report – we’ve been toasting our buns for several days and then it started to get a bit cooler, now, it’s raining and we’re supposed to be getting some measurable snow in the area just in time for Mother’s Day.  Naturally, there went the plans that we had for the day which is okay, we can delay it for a week if we have too.

Speaking of Mother’s Day – Happy Mother’s Day to all of you ladies out there.   Don’t think that when your kids reach a certain age, that you’re relieved of the duty of being a Mom – it’s a lifetime deal.  After your kids leave home, they decided to add grandbabies to the mix – so, you see, it’s an endless thing.  I can’t say that I don’t enjoy my kids or my grandchildren because I most certainly do – it’s nice to sit and listen to the ramblings of a three year old sometimes  – makes the old world seem new.

What A Glorious Day!


May 7th

Dear Journal,

What a glorious day this has been so far!  I’m one happy Pandaren at the moment.  As is my usual custom, to pay the bills and to visit with more people, I went about my daily routine.  Oh yes, I had to go catch fish for the lovely fisherman on the dock and let’s not leave out the cooking.  Oh, the cooking I am a master at already, we do love to eat.  The thing that made my day so glorious was the fact that I have been doing my fishing as is my normal thing with a fishing pole that I purchased shortly after my arrival in Stormwind – I like to fish, cook and eat fish.  It’s a free meal in my book.

Anyway, today, of all days, feeling a bit more homesick than usual because I haven’t seen any of my friends for several days – we’ve all been busy.  I went trudging down to the docks to see what kind of fish was needed for the day and went on my merry way.  Much to my surprise, the fishing went rather quickly and I had what they had asked for in record time – there are days when I am not so quick in getting the task done.  However, today, the fish almost jumped out of the water  to get on my hook.  When I returned to give my fish to the lad on the dock, she handed me the usual bag of coins, a few trinkets and whatnot.  What surprised me was the fact that inside the bag was a glorious glowing beautiful fishing pole.  Not just any pole, it was a bejeweled fishing pole!!  My first thought was the joy of having such a fine pole and the second thought was to sell it for the money.  No, no, no! I didn’t sell it, I kept it to use – oh the way the light plays on the jewels as I stand there fishing away almost boggles my mind.   I suppose I could have spent m entire day just standing there admiring this fine instrument, however, I had other tasks that I needed to do today.

I haven’t seen Changwu in several days and come to think of it, I hadn’t seen his human friend, Jake, for quite a while either.  I decided that it was time for me to go calling on them, not only to talk and catch up on the latest news, I wanted to show them my new fishing pole.  It may seem like a little thing to some, however, to me, it was like a dream come true.  I wandered over to the house that the two share and it appears that they had already left for the day, I left a note for them that I wanted to see them soon.

I have been roaming the countryside in and round Stormwind for quite a while and I am starting to find it rather boring, so, after talking to a few people that I met at the Inn, I decided that I would start making my way further south.  Stranglethorn Vale – what a marvelous name, almost sounds like a place one would find back in Panderia.

However, after making my way South, the more I was reminded of my homeland with the exception that there appear to be quite a few more ruffians on the area than what I would normally find at home.  Humans are indeed a strange breed.  I can see why they are angry all of the time, there never seems to be enough money, food, places to live or even a joke amongst some of them.  They need to slow down and enjoy what life has been able to offer them – not always wanting more.  Sometimes more is not always good because it seems to make them want even more.  Silly humans.

Oh, I’ve heard about pirates and the like back home, however, I had never actually seen any up close and personal until I came to Stranglethorn.  It was really my fault because I was lost in thought and entranced by the beauty of the jungle and I stumbled into an encampment of them.  What a nasty bunch of people – I did my best to explain and tried to leave without causing any trouble, however, they would have none of that.  Oh no, I wasn’t going to give them my money to buy my way out of there and I surely wasn’t going to give up my new fishing pole although their eyes had already seen the glimmer of the jewels in my bag.  I suppose I should have left some of my bags and hides back at the Nessingwary camp, however, I wasn’t too sure about the dwarves either.

While it wasn’t a great battle nor one that lasted for a long duration, I am sure that these fellows will think twice about attacking a lone Pandaren hunter ever again.  Moshu did a wonderful job protecting my back – these humans tend to try to come at you in groups – there is truly nothing fair about war or fighting for your life with ignorant louts.  Nothing like having a turtle to offset the odds – he’s mean sometimes and is very easy to care for, eats anything that I offer him without complaint, not like some of the pets I have seen others have.

Stranglethorn reminds me very much of some of the parts of my homeland, however, there always seems to be something sinister hanging in the air here.  I can’t quite put my finger on it, maybe it’s the anger that some of these people have.  No, they aren’t angry at me or anything, I think that they are just angry at their own circumstances.   So far I haven’t seen much of the Horde in the area yet, however, I am sure that they are near – maybe that is the change in the atmosphere.  Who knows?  I’ll do some more exploring for a few days before I return to Stormwind.

Panmoshu

 

Happy Birthday…


May 6th

Dear Journal,

It’s been a few days since I have written in my journal, however, life or in my case, unlife has been rather busy and extremely profitable.  I know that it seems as if I am on a treadmill of sorts, I go out mining, prospect my jewels that I wish to use at a future time and sell the ones that I don’t need at the moment.  At least it is giving me the opportunity to see this new continent of Pandaria.

I have run into quite a few of my Ebon Blade brethren up here in this vast land and they all say the same thing.   This country doesn’t appear to be as biased towards our kind as they appear to be in the Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor and yes, even Northrend.  I know from y own experience that I have seen the looks that people will give my kind on occasion, however, it seems to be quickly masked up here.

I don’t need the money that I am earning these days, however, I do need the companionship of my fellows to keep from going stark raving mad.  I have no desire to  return to those days when I was a mindless killing machine running amuck wherever the Lich decided to send me and do his bidding.   I did join up with a group of mercenaries  that works primarily with the soldiers that are still maintaining their vigil and battling over this very prosperous land.  I am still serving the King and Country as was my choice prior to my demise.   I willingly admit that some of them I wouldn’t have ever socialized with in my days of life, however, they are a decent lot for the most part.   There are quite a few of them that have no memories of their pasts, some that have some angst at being what they are and some, yes, some that feel that the living have  no place in this world.  I am very careful to keep my own feelings very well guarded when I am around these people.  Yes, I am there to earn money and yes, I am there to feed my Rune Blade along with the rest of them.  Without the killing of man and beast, that Blade would drive us insane enough to where we might fall against one another.

I still have a few living friends that I will socialize with in the Valley of Four Winds and in the Vale, however, they know that I am somewhat reserved in their presences even if I am or appear to be quite wealthy in my own right.

I have been asked many times about my family in Stormwind and I tell them I cannot remember them.  However, I do remember them quite well and there are times that I have that longing to be with them and relive some of those close family memories, however, the deal was struck that they would send me money on a monthly basis so that I could survive on my own, and not to darken their door.  It isn’t every day that you return home such as I did and to find that your family would not take joy in having you back in any condition.  However, with my change, they are too embarrassed at the thought that I was that poor of a soldier that I fell in battle – which they honored with a fine headstone in the cemetery and honored as hero – they seem shamed that I was changed into what I am today.

Ah, yes, I do seem to be dwelling on that subject a bit today and maybe it’s because if I were living, it would have been the day of my birth.  I wonder if they had a party in my name or even took a walk to the cemetery to place flowers upon my empty grave.  Being a person with a sick and twisted sense of humor and a changed name, if I were closer to Stormwind, I would take flowers to my empty grave and stand there admiring the nice stonework that was wrought by the masons.  Oh, they did a bang up job on the flower and vine carvings, honoring the fallen first born of the family.  I can only but imagine the Wake that was held in my honor.

No, I am not thrilled at being shunned by my family, at least I didn’t kill them all as some of my fellows have done when they returned home and were met with the same response that I was given, however, I know that I would remember it all – my memories are very much intact which is indeed an oddity amongst my new kin. Do I get angry with how my life has changed, of course I do, I still have some of those emotions, however, it wouldn’t serve me well to let those emotions become known.

I am enjoying my unlife in Pandaria.  I can still enjoy the sunshine and even the rain.  I know that I can take some pleasure in knowing that I will never grow old, I will never have the ailments that befall others in their old age, however, I will never have a wife, a family or a real home of my own.  Certainly, I can buy a parcel of land in Halfhill and become a gentleman farmer of sorts, which is something that appeals to a part of me.   At least it will have a little house where I can hide away and work on the jewelry that I have been gathering stones for and sell those at the market.  I have several fine pieces that I may journey back to Stormwind to sell in the near future.   Even though I may be just another Death Knight trapped in this world, I still have the need to call a place home.

If I had any doubts about my condition in this world, the wants and needs of a man alive, I would have probably gone completely out of my mind.   There are so many beautiful women  of all races that if I were alive, I’m sure that I would try to bed the majority of them before some jealous husband did me in.

 

Oh well, I suppose I could go to the Inn tonight and sample a few brews, the affect on me is minimal, however, I do feel the need to drink a few and to toast myself on this, the day of my birth as a human being, even if I am currently dead.

Devon Maldevon

Almost Time To Go Back To Work…


May 5th

Dear Journal,

Well, I was all set to head back home when the goblins I have been traveling with all of this time suggested that we catch a quick flight and a boat to Pandaria.  I’m always open for new and exciting places and I will have to say that this place hasn’t disappointed me yet, however, I know I have to head back to Silvermoon City very soon before I lose my job. Well, I doubt that I would lose my job but I’m sure it would be a long time before I got to take any more time off.

It is a very pretty place although the bushes are taller than they were in Feralas and the tigers want to do more than chew your face off.  Everyone else seemed to be having a good time and I will admit that I can see why so many are smitten with the place too.  I know that it was a good thing that I learned how to run fast when I was on Kezan.

I know that my sister Dooddah would have been extremely happy to have made the trip up here to Pandaria because she likes to explore and she likes to hunt.  At least she could have kept the tigers off my butt for me.   Of course, Zednick would have been happy sampling all of the brews that the Pandaren make too, he kind of likes to drink too much sometimes.

Our first night in Pandaria we did stay at a huge Inn in Dawn Blossom, I’ll admit that I didn’t’ mind sharing my bed with a couple of the other girls – those beds are huge and a girl could get really lost in them.  Almost makes me wish I had one of these things in Silvermoon, however, they might have to enlarge the room a bit.   Of course, we girls had our giggle times before we fell asleep because some of the fellows we are traveling with are really kind of thick headed – they just don’t understand the word “no” sometimes.  No, we don’t want to sleep with and No, we don’t want to listen to your jokes one more time just to polite.   I know that I am getting tired of the same jokes night after night although the guys seem to think they are new and exciting.   Men, can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

I have never seen such a place in my life – it’s beautiful, dangerous, new and exciting.   Oh, fishing, Uncle Zednick would think that he had died and gone to heaven because there seems to be a lot of fish here – big fish, bigger than me.  I can imagine that we could eat for a week on one of these fish, leftovers ain’t’ bad and I don’t like to cook all of the time either.

While we were in Dawn’s Blossom, my traveling companions were all excited about going to the Valley of Four Winds.  Seems they had heard that there was a big brewery  there and the fellows really wanted to try out this new brew.  I swear, if they couldn’t walk, they’d figure out a way to crawl to get the next mug of beer.

So, nothing would do that we would travel on to Halfhill.  I already knew a little something about the settlement in the Valley of Four Winds because I pay the bills for the Boss and while the bills aren’t  unusually high, I sure wouldn’t mind making what that Jogu makes from Dawnglory’s account either.  Good Heavens!  One would think that the fellow is worth more than his weight in gold unless he’s a really big Pandaren.

When we got to the Valley of Four Winds, I was astounded at the view and the long trek that we still had to go to get to our destination, however, we took off at a good clip, got attacked by these giant rabbit looking things a few times – the little ones were worse because they traveled in packs.  I know that most people wouldn’t pay that much attention to them and would call them ankle biters, however, with my height, they were more like shoulder biters.  Ugly little things.

Little did I know that it was going to take us most of the and half the night to make it to Halfhill.  We decided to bunk at the Inn although it was real crowded and very noisy.  I will have to admit that it doesn’t matter the time of day or night, these Pandaren are drinking and having a good time.  I know they work hard too.  The real shocker in Halfhill was the size of the vegetables – turnips a big as me.  Well, I think that I am going to stay here a few days and then head back to Silvermoon.

Zippie Prattfall

 

 

New changes – cooking with pots and pans…


April 28th

Dear Journal,

Well, this farming thing isn’t too terribly bad and I am truly happy that Ty and I were able to buy the farm.   The house isn’t great, however, it’s better than living in a tent, sometimes.  Sure, we finally got the roof replaced and things aren’t quite so wet inside the house.

I actually have pots and pans now.  Ty came home with a big bag of stuff the other day and in there were pots and pans with other cooking utensils.  Now, that means I don’t have to make do with my armor anymore.   He told me that it was high time that I learned how to cook properly with the right tools to begin with. Poor man has no idea that my cooking is legendary – legendary as in real bad.

Now, we won’t have to wait while I make my helm cuisine – the carrots floating around inside my helm with added bits of potatoes and this and that.  It always tasted good, however, it did take days for me to get the smell out of my helm.   I am real hesitant on giving up on the  shield grill though – that thing really does make some of the best grilled food – fish, meat and yes, occasionally some grilled steaks.  Oh, the shield wasn’t mine, it belonged to an Alliance Paladin that doesn’t need it anymore.  However, the ornate work on the shield was always a bit hard to clean up after cooking on it though.  So, now I have pots and pans – we don’t eat that often but we do enjoy a good meal.

I think my dear brother has no clue about how to deal with our baby sister.  Here he has her living in her own little house in Silvermoon, has given her servants and all of the things that she needs to keep up the front, so to speak, and then, he still won’t give her access to the accounts that she wants in order to “live up to the standards” that she has come to expect.   She wrote me a rather lengthy and scathing letter concerning out brother.

I got a letter from Fnor telling me that he was making inquiries and arrangements to get Fae married off.  I think that is just asking for more trouble and fully intend on writing him back and telling him that.   He knows how she reacted the last time and if she hears of Dawnglory’s upcoming nuptials, I’m sure that she will go off the deep end for sure.  I’m glad that Ty and I are in Pandaria and removed from all of the family stuff.

Ty laughs at me constantly because I know that I do run about how the family is just going to Hell on the fast track with all of the trouble that they cause for each other.  What the hell!!  I’m a member of the family and I’m dead, I know better than to do some of the silly shit they are pulling.   Why would I want to get involved in that shit?

Well, at least Ty and I are doing what we want to do with the farm and just enjoying our time that we get to spend there, which isn’t  as much as I would like to do.   We still have to go down to the Jade Forest and break in the new recruits that seem to still be arriving – why they are being sent here is a mystery to me after all of the trash that has gone down with Garrosh – what a pinheaded fool he has turned out to be.

We were able to slip away and do some things that we wanted to do today.  We actually took some time to sit around the Jade Temple grounds and fish – did some laundry and watched FuzzButt chase some butterflies.  I swear that kitten has grown by leaps and bounds – must be almost completely grown and spoiled rotten.  I swear that if we were able to have children, Ty would still lavish most of his affections on that silly feline.

I know that my brother was being all nosy in his letter and was asking me what my intentions were with Ty – well, let’s just say that I won’t go into any details in that matter because what goes on between us is consensual.  Are we going to get married like the living do?  Probably not, we don’t need too, we aren’t going to have children and we sure as hell don’t need a piece of paper that says we’re together – we’re pretty damned obvious with that.

Felaran Morningstar