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

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