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

 

Zippie Takes Some Time Off


April 23rd

Dear Journal,

You know there are just times that you need to get away from all of the mooks and head somewhere to have some fun with your own kind.  While I like living in the big house in Silvermoon, I have to admit that it’s full of elves.  Tall elves, short elves, just elves.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I like elves and I like working for the Boss, however, there are times that a girl needs to get away from family and other people just so’s they can let their hair down and have fun.  I have been working real hard since we left Orgrimmar and now with the Shattrath thing going on, I’m ready to throw in the towel or get an assistant.  Well we all know who that assistant won’t be, right?

I finally went to the Boss yesterday and told him that I needed a break, I needed to get away before I went nuts like his sister.   I don’t think that I’ll ever go that nutso, however, I know that there are times that I just want to smack someone for no reason – you know, you get frustrated with columns of figures that just won’t add up and you can’t get this part of the ledger to balance out because you’ve been staring at it for so long.  I know that the Boss has a lot on his plate right now with things concerning his family and the business, however, a lot of that weight also rests on my shoulders – I’m the one that makes sure that he has enough money to cover all of this stuff.

I told Uncle Zednick and Dooddah that I was going away for a while and naturally, Dooddah wanted to tag along.  Uncle Zednick just kind of shrugged his shoulders and said that he was busy right now anyway with his mage thing and getting in touch with some of his engineering buddies that are supposed to be over here in Silvermoon.  I had to tell Dooddah that she can go with me next time, I just needed some time away from family and the business.  Sure, she was disappointed and I can understand that, however,  I don’t think I need my little sister following me around especially if I meet a nice goblin fella somewhere in my travels.

The Boss told me to take a road trip, which I did.  He told me that Desolace was different – hated it.  He also told me that Feralas was a beautiful place.   Well, yeah, it’s beautiful if you’re not vertically challenged and all of the bushes and grass happens to be taller than you are.   I enjoyed the peace and quiet when the bears weren’t trying to eat me or some whelpling wasn’t trying to eat my face – yep, that was sure enjoyable.   At least the Tauren had some nice camps there and I got to learn a few new recipes for cooking that I might try out sometime.

It must be that time of year for people to take trips too.  I ran into some other goblins that were taking a break from Orgrimmar and all of those Orcs.  I know that we were sitting around and talking about all kinds of stuff.  Of course, they wanted to know about Silvermoon and I told them about what little bit I knew or had seen since I got there and they kind of frowned a bit – guess the place really doesn’t sound all that fun when you’re a goblin.  Come to think of it, I haven’t had time to have any fun since I got there.

They started talking about this place called Thousand Needles and how there used to be a race track there that had gotten covered over by  the flood when Deathwing came blasting through Kalimdor.  Well, there seems to be a goblin salvage operation going on down there from this big barge-they are salvaging parts from the race cars that were still down there when the flood happened and I guess a bunch of other stuff from the buildings that are underwater .  Seems this barge is run by goblins and the tall people aren’t all over the place either.  Sounded good to me.   It also sounds like a place where a goblin could make some good money too, I’m always interested in making money on the side.

Well, we all grouped together and made our way to the barge and that’s where I am right now.  Kind of got into a bar fight when we arrived.  You know those gnomes throw one heck of a punch when you hit them in the head with a bottle of grog.  I’m kind of sitting here with a bit of shiner, first one I’ve had since I left Kezan, and a headache that would make an Orc cry, I think.

This must be party central or something.  I know that I think I’ll take today off and maybe do some fishing while this headache finds its way to leave.  I think that I saw some of my friends from Orgrimmar working here too, might look them up and see how things are going.  You know, you kind of lose touch with people when you leave a city as fast as we did.

Zippie Prattfall

 

 

 

A Time Of Reflection…


April 22nd

Dear Journal,

Have you ever awakened from a deep slumber filled with such sadness that you wanted to weep, not truly understanding the reasoning behind it?  This morning was such a morning for me and I sat in my bed pondering many thoughts as to why I might feel this terrible sadness.  No, it was not a premonition of things to come, these feelings were buried deep and came from the past.

Rather than sit there wallowing in my own self-pity, I decided to get up and prepare breakfast while the others still slept.   I had brought several bags of pine nuts with me when I came to Pandaria since I knew that they were a favorite of my children and myself.  As I set about pounding the nuts into a nice coarse grain for their favorite pine nut mash, the thought came into my mind as to why I was so sad.

I was once married to a wonderful Bull and he was indeed the love of my life.  He had a kindness that made me feel that he cared for everything in the world even though he was a very skilled hunter.  I know that some of the other hunters used to make fun of him because he would always stop and make an offering to the Earth Mother  for the life taken.  He would always tell the Earth Mother that he took this life so that his people would live and the blessings of the Earth Mother had led him to this particular prey.

Oh, we had a happy and full life, my Bull and I.  We were able to enjoy life and live those days blissfully happy.  Before the children started arriving, we would go out  together into the wilds, he to hunt and me to gather my herbs.  We truly felt blessed by the Earth Mother and embraced each day as it arrived with such vigor that we were probably more blissfully happy than we even realized.

Our first born, Naton, was born in the Spring of the year and we were very proud parents.  He looked very much like his Father and had his strength – we also knew that he had a very healthy set of lungs to go with his bulk too because he would wake us up as well as the surrounding tents in the village when he wanted to be fed.   As he grew older, his Father took him out to teach him how to hunt and he became quite good  at this profession, very much like his Father, and he followed the traditions that his Father put before him.

Our second child arrive and she was a sweet little thing, much quieter than her older brother and not nearly as demanding.  Her name was Mahamura, after her grandmother.  She was one of those children that was always a bit shy in joining in to play with the other children, however, as she grew, she became a bit more self-assured and actually became one of the leaders of the gang of children that played in the village as their parents were out working.  She definitely showed a proficiency with the bow as a young girl, so, she too soon started going out with her brother and her Father to hunt in the wilds.

Our third child was definitely a gift from the Earth Mother.   His name was Nahai, naturally, he looked very much like his Father, however, his personality was more like my own. He was quiet, polite and showed the signs early on in following in his Mother’s footsteps of being a druid.  I can remember taking him with me when I would go out to gather herbs, he learned very quickly and was always excited to be out with me in the forests and plains, gathering herbs, learning how to grind them up so that we could use them for whatever we needed, be it potions, be it for inks – he always was a willing and helpful child.  I hate to admit it, however, I will say that of our three children, he was probably my favorite because he was more like myself and less daring than his Father.

Our fourth child, Tahfal, was one of those pleasant surprises that happen to couples that are intent on having a large family.  He was the darling of our group of children.  A bit smaller than the others at birth and seemed to be slow growing, however, he was more inclined to read a book rather than to go out and play with the others.  Oh, he had his rough and tumble side and his older siblings made sure that he was active because he was never allowed to sit alone for very long.  He was the one child that I had that always wanted to go and talk with the elders, the priests as if he were following some path that his Father and I couldn’t ascertain.  Time would later reveal where his true talents like.

Why am I sad?  It looked like I had everything a Bessie could want, a home, children and a loving husband.  We should have known that the Fates would draw a card for us that would bring it all crashing down one day, however, our faith in the Earth Mother was stronger.

We had lived through the assaults on Thunder Bluff by the Grimtotem and lived through all of the tragedies that had stuck our people.  We went through the trials and tribulations when the Grimtotem were driven from our tribe to form the nomadic group that they are today.   We lived through the death of our chieftain although that was indeed a terrible time for us.

It was this time of year that my husband and I decided that it was time for us to go out into the wilds together again as we had done prior to  the arrival of our brood.  It had been such a long time since we were able to slip away together like this and we were looking forward to it like two small children awaiting Winter Veil.

We left our children in the care of our neighbors and set out on our journey which we knew would be for several days.   We felt young and carefree again, no children to remind us of our responsibilities to hearth and home.   I think that in our jubilant mood is what made us get careless and less aware of the things that could actually harm us.

My first notice that things were amiss was when I was gathering my herbs, I knew my husband was nearby, I heard a loud clash and yells coming from the  direction that he was in.   I quickly donned my stealth cat mode and made for the sound of the noise.  There on the ground lay my poor husband, trussed up like some kind of animal and there were several Grimtotem warriors standing around congratulating themselves on such a fine catch.

I honestly didn’t know what I could do other than to try to get my husband untied before I was discovered.  I succeeded in getting some of his bonds released enough to where he should have been able to manage the rest when I was discovered.  Oh, discovered I was, and I fought back with all of my strength, fangs barred, claws ripping at anything that came in my direction as I stood close to where my husband was trying to get unbound.

Let me just say that we were captured.  It was a situation where I should have gone for help as quickly as possible instead of trying to rescue my husband alone, I know that now, and the guilt that has followed me all of these years is not any easier to bear.  In hindsight, there are so many other things that I should have done and didn’t see it at the time.

The Grimtotem were looking for slaves and my husband and I were put in with that group of other Tauren.  It was indeed a sad time.  To see my poor husband beaten almost on a daily basis because his pride would flare and he would try to withstand the indignities that were placed on him by our captures.  I know that I was trying to just survive, trying to find a way for us to escape, endured the hardships and the indignities that were placed on us – trying to find a way to get back to our tribe and our children.

We knew and we hoped that our tribe would send out people to look for us when we failed to make our return at the appointed time, however, that seemed as though it was years ago.  I know they must have looked for us, our children needed us.

A full year went by and my poor husband and I were still captives.  I was beginning to give up hope and I was beginning to think that this was what the Earth Mother had intended for us to live.  My faith was and is still strong, however, my heart was yearning to get back to my children.  My husband was growing weaker with each season that passed and I could see the fire in eyes starting to dwindle – all the hard work and the tortures that were forced upon this one proud hunter was almost more than I could bear.  I knew that one day, he would give up all hope and would become as some of the others had become – quiet, only doing what was ordered and living each day as if it were a sentence of some kind.

One day, I don’t know what happened exactly, I heard loud cries from the center of the village and I ran to see what was going on.  My poor husband had finally snapped and was attacking anyone that came near him, Grimtotem, other slaves, anyone that came with arms reach met a crushing blow and possibly death.  I screamed and ran towards him to see if I could bring him under control although I knew that the Grimtotem would probably kill him as punishment for his rebellion.

Our eyes met and I could see the pain in his eyes even as he took another’s life, he screamed at me to run.  Although I wanted to stay, I did as I was told and I ran as hard and as fast as I could out of the camp, hearing the noise grow louder as I sped away.  I knew then, my husband had done this to sacrifice himself so that I might be able to escape and get back to our family.

I know that I ran for days and it seemed like I was starting to get back into familiar territory – places that I had visited with my husband and other members of our tribe.  I did make it back home, knowing full well that my husband probably lay dead in the village of the Grimtotem.  Between my grief for my husband and the joy of seeing the Bluffs, I was definitely home again.

After several days of recovering from my own injuries and exhaustion, I was told that my eldest son had gone out to find us after the tribe had given up all hope.  He never returned  and a search party went out to look for him as well, however, they were unsuccessful.

The Grimtotem were known for the atrocities that they would visit upon our people after their banishment from our tribes in Mulgore.  One of the things that they had taken upon themselves to do was to sell some of their captives to the Lich King’s minions to be turned into Death Knights.

So, I had lost my husband and I had lost my eldest child.  My grief was horrific and my other children, try as they might, could not get me to come out of my deepest depression.   I know that I had stopped believing in the Earth Mother for a while, I lost touch with my inner feelings, everything that I had known and loved had been taken from me even though I had done all of the things that I thought would please the Earth Mother, she had allowed my husband and my son to be taken from me.   I was bitter and I am afraid that I was not good to my living children, although, they will say that they understand now, I can remember the looks on their faces sometimes when I would argue with them over such trivial things.  It was if I was punishing them for being alive.

Time passed and eventually, a young Bull returned to our village and I thought at first that it was an apparition of my husband – he looked so very much like him.  The young Bull was making inquiries about various things, he was searching for his family, his memory of his family was there, however, he was a Death Knight – a thing to be feared and one to look upon with pity.

I know that my youngest son, Tahfal, was one to go to the Story Circle that was a tradition in the Bluffs and he is actually the one that found his older brother, Naton.  You see,  Naton was now known as Sadheart – the young Death Knight that was asking questions about homes and families.   Naturally Tahfal brought the Death Knight home with him…I was both revolted and relieved to see my son again – I was happy to have my child back and did the thing of ignoring what he had become.

I think I can see why I awakened so sad today.  This was the time of year that I lost both my husband and my child – my child has come home to me, even if he truly is not the child that I gave birth too many years ago.  I can be grateful to the Earth Mother for what I have now, however, I will always mourn the loss of what was.

Mooma Cloudhoof

 

I Should Be Ashamed…


April 19th

 

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hazey Smythe

Babysitting…This Should Be Easy


*Some swearing and descriptive language – if you are easily offended by this sort of thing – pleases don’t read it* 

 

April 13th

Yo Book!

Well, I will have to admit that I never thought Fatherhood could be as much fun and work all at the same time.  There is absolutely nothing sacred to a little girl that is busy exploring all of the things that surround her here in the house.

One of the things that really seems to be a normal thing is that when Mirrin isn’t chattering away to herself or to the people around her, it’s time to start investigating what she is doing.  Luckily, I’m on guard duty for a little while today while Romy took some time to go to the market unencumbered by our daughter.

So far, she’s found the boot black when might have looked rather inviting for some reason and she only covered half her face with it before I found her humming and rubbing it on her face.  The stuff smells horrid, however, that didn’t seem to stop our little girl from applying it to her face like she has seen her Mother applying her own makeup sometimes.  Naturally, it was hell to pay getting the stuff off her face and getting the tin away from her was more of a challenge.  I think that Mirrin’s first words were “no no” rather than Momma or Dada. Funny little thing knows when she is doing something wrong because she will be telling herself “no” the whole time that she involved with the item.  At least the boot black is now safely put in a place where our little darling won’t be getting into it again.

I honestly don’t know how Romy can keep up with her all of the time.  I’ve only been alone with her an hour and I am exhausted.  I truly do believe that women have some special sense of awareness when they are rearing their young.

Romy and I have been talking about our wedding a little bit and I will have to admit that I kind of like the idea of it being very small too.  However, I don’t know that Mirrin is going to be capable of being a flower girl at this age because she’s not walking yet, she’s crawling and I think that she would be more interested in eating the bouquet than carrying it any distance at all.  How would you even get one Mirrin’s age to go down the aisle anyway – her attention is so easily distracted that she might follow the path for a little way and then she would be off on an adventure of her own – might see a sparkly that she just has to see what it is.  Besides, she is very much my daughter in the fact that she would probably be stripping off her little dress as quickly as she could if she really got bored.

I still haven’t heard back from Fnor yet on his being my best man, however, I think that he will do it just to make sure that I actually follow through on the wedding vows.   I know that he has always said that I wasn’t the marrying kind and now, he will get to have a front row seat of being wrong.   I know he has had his hands full with Faendra and that’s probably why I haven’t heard from him.

Now, I’m not sure if the wedding is going to be in Shattrath, Silvermoon or where since Romy’s grandmother has decided to move to Shattrath.   I know that they are still maintaining the residence in Silvermoon, however, I’m not sure that they would be willing to have the wedding there or not.

What the Fuck!! Why am I so nervous about getting married.  I love Romy and I know she loves me, however, I think it’s the damned idea of putting our names on a piece of paper and then signing the fucker that has me just as jittery as a damned little girl going to her first dance.

I wish to hell Romy had given me some more ideas as to what she wants to do.  I don’t even know what in the fuck I’m going to wear.  Is it robes or armor, is it more of a suit kind of thing and if so what kind.   Fuck it!!  I’m just making myself crazy trying to second guess my lovely bride-to-be.   I can just feel myself getting worked up for stuff that I don’t know – not what I do know.

You know, maybe we should just fucking scotch the whole thing and run away and get married – just the three of us and then do something about the party thing later.  That is a plan that I could deal with, however, I know that women set a great damned store in having the proper dress and all that shit when they get married.  I just Romy was a bit more open as to what it is she’s doing.

Oh yeah, life here at the farm has been interesting and we’re starting to get in more neighbors from back home too.  I did notice one of the little Forsaken has taken the run-down farm not too far from ours and is trying t make it habitable.  Of course, Jogu is keeping a sharp eye on Fnor’s place even if the Tauren are taking real good care of it.  To be honest, I think Jogu likes to keep an eye on the Tauren to make sure they don’t discover his hidden stash of aging brew.  I don’t know why he didn’t put it in the shed here on our farm instead of hiding it on Fnor’s.  You never know with this fish guy or how his brain is working sometimes or if it still does.

I ran into Felaran and Ty at the market last week and it seems that they have been able to scratch together enough money to where they have bought their own little farm, it seems.   I know that I always enjoy talking with Fel because she makes me laugh with how fucking blunt she can be.  I think that Ty is really kind getting used to being around the living a lot more since he has been with her.  I noticed that he has even tried to tell a joke or two now and then.   I don’t think he realizes how funny he looks standing around in the market with Fuzzbutt perched on his shoulder like some kind of furry parrot – cat really likes to stay as close to him as possible though.

Oh damn, just heard a loud wail and lot of crashing coming from the kitchen.

Just as I thought, our little girl has figured out how to open the cupboard and had proceeded to pull the pans out.  What had her crying was the fact that one of the larger pans had landed on her head and she couldn’t see where she was going and ran into the stove.  She now has a bit of bruise on her ear where she kept banging her head against the stove.

Fuck! I hope Romy gets home soon, I need to take a break and try to make my brain run on some semblance of order after all of this with Mirrin.  I can’t concentrate on anything when she is in one of her rambling around moods here in the house, especially now.  When do they start walking?  If she was walking, I could at least tie a rope on her when I have her outside and she couldn’t get into too much trouble that way if she is attached to me or the fence, right?

 

Fnor Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria

 

 

Being Forsaken In Pandaria


March 31st

Dear Journal,

I’m going to have to say that this Pandaria place isn’t so bad.  I’m still not real good at following order because it goes against my way of doing things sometimes.  I just can’t help myself when I see a perfectly delicious corpse and I am in need of a snack.  I guess I wasn’t cut out to be one of those military types, I mean, I’m Forsaken, however, before that, I was a human girl – a farm girl to top it all off that used to go hunting with her Daddy.

I know that I am going to see if Zippie can’t get in touch with the Boss and see if she can’t get me liberated from this military stuff.  We should just put together a form letter where you just fill in the names and so on because lately, it does seem like there are more of us getting shipped off to Pandaria whether we like the thought or not.  I am well aware that I gave my allegiance to the Horde and I also know that I gave my allegiance to Lady Sylvanas – what’s one more to add to the list?

Yucko!   No, I’m not one to complain too often, however, what’s a Forsaken girl supposed to do around all of these Blood Elves with their fabulous hair and it’s all I can do to keep what little I have on my head.  Here, Hazey, wear this helm so that when you take it off, half of your hair stays in there.  Nope, ain’t gonna happen or I am going to have to see a wig shop somewhere, roll a few of these furry Pandaren for some fur or something.

I suppose I could waltz into Orgrimmar, claim brain damage and go back to Silvermoon and pledge my allegiance to the Lord Regent, can’t say that I care that much for Garrosh, big green stupid guy and I’m a bit concerned about the one eyed dude in Silvermoon City.   I mean, we could replace Garrosh’s brain with one that is functional and give the Regent Lord a new eyeball, although  I suppose that some people think he’s a sexy beast with that eye patch.   Well, from an all female perspective, he is a sexy beast – too bad he’s a Blood Elf and already knows how handsome he is.

I’ve been able to slip away and hit Undercity a few times to visit with Bri a bit.  She seems to be doing okay and I just wish she’d speed it up with that tailoring and enchanting business she has going on.  I could use some new duds other than the armor I have on my back.   Yeah, I told her I thought it was a bad idea to stop doing the leatherworking thing, however, she just put me on ignore and did what she wanted too.   I asked her to go to Orgrimmar and check on the house there because I haven’t been back since I got shipped out.  I just want to make sure that I don’t have some people living in there on my dime, you know what I mean?  I know how landlords are and sometimes they will double-dip on the gold if they think that they can get away with it.

I found a little farm in Halfhill and I got the place cheap.  No furniture, roof leaks like a sieve and let’s just say that I am making friends with the vermin.  I swear they are pushy little beasts, I think I have some living in the house with me some nights because I hear that little chittering sound that they make  – ewww, maybe they are under the house.  I don’t mind the spiders and rats that much, they make it seem homey, just wish I could find a decent coffin to put in the place, then, it would really be home.

I just had to find a place of my own and get away from that ranger camp business.  I mean, I can only take so much of the living as it is because they always look at me like I crawled out from under a rock  – well, maybe it’s because that’s the only place I could find to sleep when the tents were all full of Blood Elves.  My mind was about to explode with all of the talk about makeup, hair products and what or who they were going to sleep with when they got leave to go back to Silvermoon.  Well, the makeup thing was kind of interesting, however, I already know that I can put on makeup and I’ll still look like I do – walking corpse with hair that might have belonged to someone else, however, as they say about chubby girls – I have a great personality. I’m still laughing at the “chipped nails” thing – I have to worry about losing a finger just from pulling back my bowstrings.

I really like the Jade Forest so far.  Not too busy, not too boring at all.  I just like exploring.  I stumbled into this place called Dawn Blossom and I have found a lot of interesting things.  I will remind myself that the next time I see an egg on the ground to just leave the blasted thing there.

Yep, found an egg and returned it to those people across the way and now, I’m a Momma of a dragon, well, kind of a dragon thing.  It’s green, it squeaks and eats a lot of food, mostly fish and tiger flanks.  Nothing would do that I had to learn how to take care of it.  Well, no one asked me if I wanted to do it, they just kind of nicely insisted.  Of course, now, when I’m not in Halfhill or Dawn Blossom, I’m out learning how to ride one of those beasts.   Okay, I’ll go along with it and see how it all works out, however, if that little thing doesn’t stop pooping all over the place, I’m going to put a cork in it.

Yep, I think I’m doing just fine up here in Pandaria except for the military part.  Got a little piece of dirt that I am going to turn into a farm with a house of sorts.  Now, I have this little beastie to take care of – it’s like having children or something.   I suppose I’ll have to invite Bri to visit sometime, however, I don’t think I’m quite at that stage yet – she might get the idea that she would like to stay.

Yeah, leave it to Zippie to know where I am.  Got a letter with a few more contracts to fill and payment for that last shipment that I shipped to her in Silvermoon.  I guess she doesn’t want me to get bored or something.  I don’t have time to get bored  – I guess I’m lucky that I don’t sleep that much because there aren’t enough hours in the day to get everything done.

Hazey Smythe

 

 

 

 

 

Just Being A Tourist …


March 19th

Dear Journal,

Well, after hearing Maha and Naton talk about the farm in Pandaria and hearing all of their tales of adventure, I decided to take them up on their invitation to come to visit them in Halfhill.  I think that I have been walking around with my mouth hanging open for the last week.  The vastness of the land is almost overwhelming, so many places to so, so much to do – not only on the farm, just getting away from the Valley of Four Winds and exploring.

Oh, I should say something here.  My name is Nahai Cloudhoof and I live in Thunderbluff, although that might change in the near future, if I can tear myself away from my Mother and my little brother, Tahfal.

Oh, the farm is beautiful and I will have to say that Naton and Maha have really worked hard and the place is more than I expected.   I think that if we ever get Mother up here, she will never want to leave again.  The crops are enormous and always very plentiful even if you do have to fight the virmen for them sometimes. Oh, I’ve tried my hand at herbing up here and I am just astounded at how plentiful they are even with the influx of some of the new people coming into the area.  Mother would be out of her mind with joy because the herbs are plentiful and are large enough to where she will be able to see them as she flies over it in her flight form instead of always taking the physical route.

I had met quite a few Pandaren long before I came to Pandaria, however, seeing them in their native land is amazing.  I don’t think that I have ever seen a happier group of folks, maybe it’s from all of the beer they drink, however, I don’t think that I have seen people work as hard as they do to keep a positive note on things.  I have spent many hours just walking in the marketplace in Halfhill, talking to people and listening – yes, I am a people watcher amongst other things.

I know that the Earth Mother had to have some kind of design in this land too.  It’s beautiful and everything is as it should be.  I can imagine that there are struggles here that I have yet to see, however, the tranquility of where I have been has me totally mesmerized.  Of course, I haven’t strayed too far without either Naton or Maha along with me – there are dangers in this land, it’s not rainbows and sunshine.

My big sister and my big brother like to scold me for taking flight and leaving them in the dust, however, I’m a Druid and that’s how I roll.  I love to see the land from above and feel the fresh air flowing through my feathers and the wind drafts that I have found to flow with, are just amazing.  Hardly an effort to fly  here in this land.

I know that I must sound like a fool with the way that I am carrying on at the moment, however, I have never felt the freedom that I have felt since I have been here either.  Of course,  I will be going back to the Bluff to check on my Mom and my Brother, however, I will be coming back here to Pandaria.  I feel like I have a place here and Maha and Naton need help with the farm too.  One day, when I can save up the money, I will buy a place of my own.  I know that Tahfal and Mom would definitely love it up here if I could convince them to leave Mulgore and see a bit more of the world.

Nahai Cloudhoof

 

My Questioning Mind…


March 16th

Dear Journal,

I have been in this strange land of Orcs, Blood Elves, Trolls, Tauren and Goblins for quite some time, however, I have never felt compelled to write anything down since I arrived.  I thought that today I would remedy that.

My name is Leiluna Sungmoon and I am from Pandaria.  Yes, I’m one of those chubby little furry things with the strange accent and the weird ideas that seem to amuse some of my fellow Horde.  I will have to admit that some of their names are rather amusing as well, although, they seem to think that they are perfectly normal, silly beings that they are.

I could say that my life has definitely changed for the better since I left Pandaria, however, I’m not real sure that it has in all ways.  I am learning so many things since I left home that my mind is oftentimes spinning when I finally take the time to actually think about all of the changes that I have undertaken.

My life in Pandaria was probably much as it was for those of us that chose to leave our homeland. I had a family that I truly miss and hope to see again in the future and friends, I do miss my friends most of all. My parents were farmers and they would till the soil from sunup to sundown every day and go on as if there was nothing more enjoyable in life, well, having a good brew was one of the things that they enjoyed too.  I do miss those times and I do miss the warmth and support of my family.

The reason that I left Pandaria was because I wanted more out of life.  I wanted adventure, excitement and most of all, I wanted to find someone, a fellow, that I could call my own.  Our village was small and all of the eligible bachelors had been taken by the time I pulled my head out of the earth to notice that.  I was bound to be one of those old ladies that sits around and talks about the best way to brew a curative or the best way to brew a special beer.  I was young, I didn’t want my old age to be lonely and have no children to call my own.

When the Mists opened and revealed our land to these strangers from far away, life changed for most of us.  They spoke of these great lands far away and I could feel my imagination taking flight as I heard these tales.  They brought many strange customs and many strange languages to our homeland, some things were good and some things were bad.  One thing that they did do, all of them, was to reawaken the Sha that hadn’t been seen in our lands since the last Emperor.  I’m sure that most of us younglings thought that it was just a myth, a boogeyman to scare us when we were little, however, the Sha was real and once again was running rampant in the land.

These strangers with their strange ideas and strange ways of doing things not only awakened the Sha, they brought their own brand of greed and avarice with them.  There were two different factions and at first we thought that they would bring enlightenment with them, however, sad to say, that was not the case.  Some were here to explore the country and some were here to rape the countryside of all of its wealth and natural resources.

I grew enamored of the Horde because they seemed to be very aggressive in their endeavors to gain wealth as well as to feed their growing population, not only in Pandaria but in their homeland.  Little did I know where this would lead me. I thought the Blood Elves were so elegant and educated, that surely had their ideals were different than what I had heard of the rest, they knew how to fight not only with their physical abilities, they knew how to fight with their education.

Okay, I was a silly girl.  I saw these Rangers and they seemed so assured of themselves and they struck a romantic chord in my soul.   I was so sure that I would find a home with them and be able to be enlightened as they were.  I should have listened more closely to my teachers about how these strangers had no true enlightenment of “self” – they were the here and now people in both factions.  They had been at war for many centuries in their homelands and like a silly fool, I thought that I could take some of our teachings to them and make a difference.  I am not a monk, nor a teacher, I am but a lowly hunter that wanted to make a difference.

After much meditation, and much foolishness, I chose to travel to Kalimdor to see this land that was spoken of with much love.   I thought that this was a place that I could fit in and grow.

Upon my arrival in this city of Orgrimmar, I was presented to their great Warchief, Garrosh Hellscream and was surprised at how he reacted towards me.  I tried to explain why I had come and he just told me to get to work.  Well, okay, that wasn’t exactly a warm welcome and I did as I was told.

Once I got over my feelings of misgiving, I made some friends with a few Goblins, Tauren, not the Orcs so much because they scare me.   I found out that the goblins were treated pretty much the same way as I was when they arrived.  However, unlike them, I have a home to return too, their homes were destroyed by a natural catastrophe. Poor goblins are forever bound to the Horde for they have nowhere else to go.  I told them about Pandaria and told them how life was there and some of them seemed anxious to make the transition.  Someday, we will all go there, me to my home and them to go on to more adventures.

Luckily, I have been able to find some more people from my country and we have banded together to continue our own learning and teachings.  I know that we all spend a great deal of time in meditation trying to regain that inner peace.

I wanted excitement and adventure in my life and I definitely have achieved that, however, the cost has been dear.  I thought that some of my dearest friends were coming with me to Orgrimmar, alas, they chose to join the Alliance which seemed too passive to me.  Oh well, some day there will be peace and we can all be friends again.

Luna

 

Women


Mach 15th

Dear Journal,

I am a little bit upset with Kae getting in touch with my Mother about my behavior.  It’s like getting double-teamed by  a couple of females.  It’s not fair and it’s definitely not fair when one is your Mom and the other is your girlfriend.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a talking too by my Mom, it’s been years in fact.  Now, I’ll admit that I like to drink and I like to rough house with my friends and I am not used to someone that is going to get their nose out of joint when I do either of the above.  I just know that I am not a little boy and I did politely explain that to my Mom, although I don’t think that she heard that part.

She’s just upset with the way that Vashlan is acting lately and I do find it kind of surprising, however, I think that he will settle back down once the novelty wears off and he finally grows up enough to where he realizes that things aren’t that great if that’s all you do.  Mom is worried about him neglecting his studies and I’ll admit that that could be a problem, so, I’ll have a few passing words with him when I am in Stormwind in a few days.

Kae acted as if everything was okay between us when I got back this last time, all banged up and somewhat injured, however, I didn’t know that it bothered her enough to send a letter to my Mom like someone being a tattletale.  Well, she and I have had a discussion on the matter and I think that I made it real clear that she doesn’t have the right to contact my Mother in regard to my behavior.  If she has a problem with me, she needs to talk to me about it before she starts wailing at the moon like some spoiled little girl.  I don’t need for my Mother to know about or be involved with the things that I do because I am a grown man, the last time I checked.  Sure, I’m still a young man, however, I’m considered capable of taking care of myself quite nicely.

Let’s just say that Kae stormed out of the house and I didn’t see her for a couple of days.  I thought that she had left me and had gone back to her Sentinels again.  Well, she did go back there and found out why she left in the first place and they didn’t exactly welcome her back with open arms as she had anticipated that they would.  She didn’t sign up or anything, she just offered to help out where needed.  She got stuck with training some of the newer people that had join the ranks and I guess she was really not pleased with that, especially showing them how to dig new latrines and covering the holes from the old ones.

She came back and we argued some more and finally got to the point that we would agree not to talk about it again until both of our tempers had cooled.

Women!  You can’t live with them and you can’t live without them!  I know that I have a tough time trying to figure out the moods that my beloved Sentinel can get into and to add my Mother to the mix is just not a fair thing to do to a man.  My mind was just spinning with all of the do’s and do not’s that I just ended up shutting down and trying to ignore my head for a while.  If I didn’t love both of them, I would have just packed up my things and traveled on to someplace else, until it hit me that this is my farm and I built it before either one of them ever saw it.  No, I wouldn’t be the one leaving, however, nothing of that sort happened.

I just find it odd that women, or the ones that I have known, are all lovey dovey when you’re courting them and then, after they feel more secure in the relationship, they get all weird.   I know that Kae and I have had some arguments or disagreements in the past and some of them have gotten to be rather heated, however, we always did the kiss and make up thing before we went to bed together.  Women do have some strange moods and emotions sometimes and I always wonder if these things will settle down as they get older if it is something that a fellow just has to deal with indefinitely.

I wish my Dad was here in Pandaria instead of Silvermoon because he has had much more experience with this sort of thing than I have and maybe he could give me some pointers on how to stay out of trouble. Or at least stay out of the sights of my loved one when she is in a snit.   I’m sure that female Sindorei and female Kaldorei are similar in their emotional makeup, although, I think that the Sindorei girls might be more excitable.  I just don’t know.   I could ask Dawnglory, I suppose, although he has mellowed out quite a bit since he got involved with his woman and they had their baby – I’m sure he still remembers the days when he ran around like a crazy man.

Maybe I should just keep to myself on this and figure it out on my own for a while.  I know that it’s almost embarrassing to admit that you don’t understand the woman that you are with.  I do think that I love her and that one day we will be mated and take our vows, however, I’m not quite ready for that kind of commitment just yet.   I wonder if she would have so readily run to my Mom with the problems that we were having if we were mated or is it because we’re not?  I don’t know, I guess I should give this whole thing a lot more thought.

Kaldor Shadowmoon 

Good Times!!


March 11th

Well, this is definitely an OOC post if there ever was one, however, it’ a happy one.  Yesterday I went absolutely bonkers, which didn’t take much.  I had been depressed about the supposed rumors on the WoW forums about the fact that there might not be flying through the entire World of Draenor expansion.  I mean, I was really bummed because I have a plethora of flying mounts and that would mean that I would shelving them for a bit.  Some people don’t care for flying, you miss out on so much or so they say.  Well, I do both and I like that option of being able to fly over an area that I have been in hundreds of times and I don’t need to know that Blizzard added one pixilated daisy in the Jade Forest.

Anyway, the Pre-order for the new expansion went live yesterday and I was probably in line before the mad rush started in the afternoon.  I was actually planning on “not buying” the expansion because of the “no riding” rumor to wait and see if there was some truth to it.  Well,  I initially was only going to buy two and wait on the other two, however, the sale craze hit me and I upgraded four accounts. So, I’ve jumped from eight 90s to twelve real fast.  However, I was very selective with the characters that I upgraded.

1 Forsaken Hunter – Hazey – she had been stuck in Outland for freaking forever and I like Outland, which is kind of bizarre.

1 Draeni Enhancement Shaman – Magdamia – poor girl was questing in Northrend and doing her profs in Outland – jumping back and forth was making me loopy. She is doing herbalism and alchemy.

1 Worgen Death Knight – Allize – She was doing her part in Outland for quests and was still running around the Eastern Kingdoms trying to level her mining and blacksmithing.

1 Tauren Balance Druid – Nahai – Poor fellow changed his leatherworking for herbalist – he was bouncing between Northrend for questing and  Kalimdor for his “new” profession. I hadn’t played him for a very long time because of the changes that had been made for druids in the last year, however, I thought, well, for old time’s sake, let’s give it a go.  I was also looking at 4K gold to upgrade his flying.

All of these characters were over 60, so, I took full advantage of the max on the professions.  One of the things that they don’t tell you is that the character might be maxed, however, they don’t have any of the recipes. I think the most expensive one to get caught up on the recipes was the Death Knight, however, I think that it is going to be well worth it.

At least all of these characters can fly straight away in Pandaria which will make the mining, herbing and leatherworking fairly easy and a pleasure instead of the constant “fight your way to that node, have someone else grab it  and fight your way back syndrome”  that you deal with while you’re still on foot.

Since the newbies have hit max level so quickly, so many things have been added to them that it is going to take me some time to get used to the mechanics as well as setting up my action bars to accommodate them.  Luckily, I had experience with the DKs  and some on the Shaman, however, the Druid is going to take some getting used to again.   I’ll probably trot across the street and get some help from the neighbor again because he has all of his characters running Flex Raids – guess he knows how to play them rather well.

With the way that the characters are geared when you get them – starting area was Timeless Isle when I landed, which I have had a huge fear of.  You can start right there and go for it.  Since the hunter was something that I was more than familiar with, it was a natural thing to get her going there and she got geared up pretty quickly, however, not quite ready for Flex Raids yet.

Oh, yes, one of the things that they don’t tell you is that you have to find all of the flight paths again.  That’s not so bad with flight.  However, you still have to go through the landing areas questing to gain access to not only the rep building, to also get to the point where you can land at some of these flight paths.   I’m one of those people that loves to quest, get immersed in the game and can do that for many hours on end without flinching.  I may have done the quests many times before, however, I always find something “new” and different that I may not have noticed before.  Questing these new 90s is going to be a blast for me.  My inner geek is jumping for joy.

I have quite a few alts and, now, 90s to work on.  I have faction changed many of my higher level characters in the past which has had me hanging in limbo for Loremaster (after almost ten years)  however, I was one zone away from completing it when Cata dropped, lost all of that work and was starting over.  Thank heavens for shared achievements.  Anyway, long story short, I found one character that was still “pure” and she will be the one that I will be doing my Loremaster on primarily.  I also play solo for most of the game, however, I do like to jump into a dungeon with friends sometimes or even throw back a couple of drinks and hit the LFR.

Now that I have gotten over my fear of the Timeless Isle, things will move along at a rapid pace.  I may not be as fast as some of the other players, however, I will be out there killing and bashing things along with the rest of them.

I would like to give a special thanks to a friend of mine of many years that took the time to show me around the Isle and I would also like to thank my Alliance guild for doing the same thing and telling me that dying isn’t all that bad – the repair bill is a bit much, however, I’ve found my way around.  If you are ever on Timeless Isle, Wrymrest Accord,  and you see a character wandering about aimlessly, that’s probably me.

So, I’m a happy camper, got my 90s, got over my fear of the Isle and now I am in questing heaven and yes, I am going to just jump into things with wild enthusiasm.  With all of the new 90s out there now, I can hide with them and no one will notice some of my noob shenanigans. I was gazing at the forums this morning and noticed that LFR is now broken because of the “new” 90s jumping in without a good understanding of the mechanics on their characters – it made me giggle a bit, anyway, I won’t be one of those doing that.

Until next time for an OOC thing – Good gaming!!