More Business On The Horizon…


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

February 20th

Dear Journal,

Well, it seems like it is a never ending thing here in Draenor and I know from my own past experiences that this is how wars go or even conflicts.  I hesitate to call this a war as the true creature that I am used too and have a knowledge of because this place, this time , seems as if it is made up of skirmishes with the various factions.  Albeit we know our enemies all too well since we brought some of them with us and the truce that we declared may be applicable to the factions back in Azeroth, however, here that truce is shaky at best and meant to be broken eventually.  One never knows how other members of my own faction may react to different things and I know that the Alliance must be having the same issues that we have been having too with the confusion that seems to overcome our troops upon occasion.

Alternate universe or not, there are times that I truly feel that we shouldn’t be here regardless of our mission to hunt down our ex-Warchief to make sure that he doesn’t spread his insanity  to these people here in this land, he has already interfered with the events in this land and introduced many of the weapons that we had available to us in Azeroth, however, one can only hope that someone will see through his evilness before it’s too late and not recoverable.    Ah well, I will be here until there is no further need of my services although I feel that it is something that someone else could do in my stead should I fall or return to my own time in Azeroth.

Speaking of Azeroth, I know that I have missed the holidays that meant so much to me when I was home and wish that there was some way for me to recover those times lost.  I did my best to get things mailed out for Winter Veil and I’ve done all that I can for the goblin holiday and sent out mail to everyone that was supposed to get things.  I know that I sent Amyn a beautiful fur robe and I hope that she got it in time for the holiday, not only getting it smuggled into Stormwind was very expensive, getting it shipped from Draenor to Azeroth was phenomenally expensive, I was shocked with the cost.   I hope she likes it, the white pelts were hard to come by although I will have to admit that I did have some of my garrison people helping me with it, it was beautiful.

I just go a letter from Zippie and it appears as though there is interest from some of the investors in Orgrimmar to have us reopen our offices there.  I am seriously giving it consideration considering the fact that our new Warchief has given some of the people their property back that was taken by Garrosh’s people.  Zippie said that she has already started negotiations on my behalf to recover the warehouse and offices that we had there and is very pleased to say that it isn’t going to cost nearly as much as she thought it might initially.   I know that some of the employees that we have with Morningstar Enterprises have been wanting to do away with the trips to Silvermoon and Shattrath and wanted to be able to stay within their areas of expertise nearer the Horde capital.  Sometimes that little goblin surprises me and sometimes it’s a good thing – this time it’s a good thing and I’m happy that she went ahead with the negotiations as well.  Now, I need to catch up with what has been going on and make sure that I have received the mail that she mentions from the city council in Orgrimmar.  She knows full well that I will approve or disapprove the negotiations as I see fit because it is my company after all.

Well, I did finally get the letter that she, Zippie,  was talking about and it was buried in the huge stack of mail that I got, discounting the military dispatches that don’t have to rely on civilian mail services.   Well, the deal does look rather interesting and seems a bit in the way of trying to rebuild some of the businesses that left hurriedly and went back to Silvermoon.   The cost doesn’t seem to be that extreme for the initial purchase, however, I am trying to figure out what Orgrimmar will get out of my business if I decide to start another office there – what kind of percentage are they are anticipating on getting from my hard work?  Hmmm,  I think that I am going to make arrangements to get back to Azeroth to look into this further and to take some time to see my family – might as well spend the money and get everything taken care of all at one clip, right?

I know that the leadership in Orgrimmar is well aware that the Blood Elves in the service of the Horde are really still very much tied to our Regent and will follow his orders above and beyond what we might receive from the current Horde leadership.  With all of the things that have happened in Pandaria and here in Kalimdor it is with good reason that we, Blood Elves, are trying to rebuild that trust that was violated by Garrosh and damn near sold us all down the river for a small fee.    I know that my loyalty to the Horde was shaken to the core when Garrosh was on his rampage for her “perfect” Horde that really didn’t seem to have any room left in it for those that were not Orcs.

Who knows how soon I will be able to make arrangements to take a leave and make arrangements for a portal back to Azeroth?.   I know that I have quite a few officers here in the Garrison that should be able to take over in my stead while I am gone.    While I am at it, I may as well see if Dawnglory wants to go with me because I know that he has been pining away for his woman in Pandaria especially since he found out that his going to be a Father for the second time.  I  can sympathize and empathize with him in his longing to be with Romy and his daughter because I have been through the experience myself.

I just asked Pan if he wanted to go home and I swear that he sometimes thinks he is a canine because his reaction was not very feline  – his excitement was rather hilarious to watch.   Well, I guess I had better start putting together the paperwork and getting things lined up so we can go home for a few days.

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

Life Goes On…


December 27th

Dear Journal,

I will admit that it is nice having the family gathered in Nagrand even if some of the more key members aren’t present due to the on-going conflict in Draenor.  The whole thing seems rather odd and while I understand the reasons for us all to be sent off to protect Azeroth from this latest incursion, it seems a bit forced on our part.  Oh well, it isn’t for me to understand the political ramifications that all of this entails, it just seems to be a war like all of the ones in the past – overcome the foe or foes and then rinse and repeat.

I know that I did enjoy having the family here and while some have already left to go back to their homes, there will be a few that will stay on until after the New Year, myself included.  I know that I truly missed having my Sindorei here with me because it was the first time that we have everyone at the new house in Nagrand.  I know that I chuckled more than a few times when some of the guests remarked on how similar some of the things and the design resembled the house in Dalaran – what they do seem to fail to realize is that the house in Dalaran was my Sindorei husband’s pride and joy.  Oh well, I know that we spent a great deal of time getting this house designed and decorated – the house in Nagrand is also more open than the floor plan was in Dalaran because we could make it larger.

I was very lucky in being able to delay my departure for Draenor by just saying that I had other responsibilities with my personal life and business that couldn’t’ be readily handed off.  I will be reporting in for duty with the Sentinels in Feathermoon just I have in the past. It’s funny how so many of us are doing the same thing – we all have grown older, the majority of us have families now and are less adventurous than we were when we were younger.

I know that I missed having Kal and Kae here this year too.   They were in hopes that they would be given the opportunity to join the rest of the family here, however, that doesn’t seem to have been made available to them.  I know that Kal was probably more than a little bit upset with the whole thing.  I know that I have received several letters from him telling me how beautiful some of the places that he has see are in Draenor and yet I felt like there was something that was bothering him about the whole thing.  I think his biggest problem is that he enjoys having his farm in Pandaria and having the freedom that he had taken away by having to report back into duty with the Sentinels.  I know that being a Scout isn’t the easiest thing for some of the men and Kal is no exception.

I know that Fnor’s two sisters were here for a while and I had some worries with the fact that they spent the majority of the time here trying not to talk to one another.  There still seems to be some tension between the two of them due to the youngest being so stubborn about her infatuation with that Dawnglory – he is rather nice to look at with all of that golden hair, however, he isn’t nearly as good looking as my husband in my eyes.  Oh well, I’m sure that the girls will work things out between them because it is something that I know my husband would want.  I guess Felaran is still very much attached to her Death Knight mate and can’t understand why Faendra won’t move on with her life. I guess that Dawnglory is in Draenor now anyway, we’ll see what happens with that side of the family.

Business is still booming in Shattrath and I hope that it keeps going that way because I know that we will definitely need the funds once this conflict is resolved – we always can use more money.  I know that my business interests have probably increased three fold since this new military issue opened up and we’re all busy trying to keep the army supplied with the things that they need from Azeroth – getting them shipped there has been a different kind of nightmare.  I think that this is worse than when we were going through the Rebellion on the Horde side of things.  Oh well, I’m sure that we will keep things going in a positive direction with Magdamia keeping a tight control on things in Stormwind.

I am sitting here laughing to myself a little it because I am just wondering how soon my love will start sending me ideas of opening up another warehouse in Draenor.  The man may be in the military, however, his mind always drifts back to his business interests rather quickly.  Since I haven’t ventured into the abyss yet, I have no idea what to really expect once I arrive there.  Of course, I would like to be able to see my Sindorei as soon as I get there, however, the political line is pretty well drawn in the sand already.  I don’t know if they are any more receptive to our relationship than they have been in the past – maybe we’ll just have to wait and see how this all pans out.  I do know that the only place that we can be together is in Outland and primarily in Shattrath where the people already know of our relationship from years past.  It still must seem strange to some of the newcomers that a Sentinel and Ranger can be together like we have for all of these years.

Oh well, it’s time for me to stop writing for a bit and get back to being the hostess for our guests that are still here.

Amyn

I Don’t Want To Be Here…


*Some language – if you’re easily offended by a few F bombs, please don’t read this.*

 

December 21st

Yo Book!

I know that I am going to be spending quite a bit of time writing in my journal these days since I couldn’t get that extra time that I was trying to get from our government.  I wonder how I can have it put in my record that I fucking didn’t want to go to Draenor, it’s not my problem to deal with, is it?

I know that I spent a small fortune trying to get out of going, not because of my lack of patriotism , it was due to the fact that I didn’t want to leave Romy and I didn’t want to leave my daughter behind in Pandaria.  I wanted to spend at least one more Winter Veil with my family before I had to report back into this madness.   I tried doing everything short of fucking maiming myself to keep from going back into the service.  I tried bribing, I tried threatening and I even tried to ignore the fact that I had letters that said I needed to report for duty and assignment, however, I kept getting letters.

One thing that I did get from all of it is that I do get to go back to Pandaria for a few days after the initial assault  and getting things set up for the duration there.  I know that I have seen Fnor and he isn’t happy with the way that things are going either because it just doesn’t make sense for us to have a full scale army in the place when all we really need is a group of people tracking the idiot Garrosh down and giving him the justice that he deserved.   Oh well, I suppose there are other underlying things that I don’t know about yet that are forcing this assault – it’s not my concern how other things are dealt with because I don’t fucking want to be here.

I know Romy was none too pleased with the idea that I had to leave her and Mirrin in Halfhill and go off on this new assignment and I hope that she doesn’t really blame me for the changes.  I didn’t want to go and I sure as hell didn’t want to go at this time of year either.  This is the time of year when you want to spend it with your damned family, not running through the snow in some foreign country doing the things that you were trained to do to protect your own homeland.

I know that Romy and I have spent more time making love to each other as if there may not be another tomorrow, there may not be – there are no guarantees in war.  I just know that I didn’t want to leave my woman behind and I didn’t want to leave my daughter behind to fend for themselves.  I know that Romy will keep things safe for the two of them, however, I have the constant fear that she will get called up and what will happen with Mirrin then?  I have more concerns about my family than I do about my military obligations at this point.   Part of me hopes that we’ve made another baby because that would keep Romy out of the fighting for a while and it would give Mirrin a sibling to grow up with – something that I don’t regret having when Felessa and I were small either – there was still a feeling of family there.

I wish that we had gotten married before I left, that is weighing heavily on my mind and my heart.  I wanted to get married, however, the amount of time that I was given to get prepared to leave and get my ass here just didn’t give enough time for us to do that.  Maybe Romy can pull something together before I get back to where we can get married before I have to come back here.

It’s bloody cold, this garrison that I am supposedly in charge of is a real dump as far as I am concerned.  As far as encampments go, it was a poor choice of location.  Supplies are hard to come by and I am surrounded constantly by fucking Orcs. It’s not their fault, however, it sure doesn’t make me enjoy things more by being outnumbered by the people that I know really have no respect for the Sindorei.  Yes, we’re part of the Horde and yes, we will do our duty, however, I just get the feeling that the Orcs just tolerate us to have us take the brunt of the fighting.  Our people are just now starting to recover our population from the wars previously and to have to sacrifice more of my people now is just asinine.

When I am not on duty, I try to get away from the garrison as much as possible.  I have no privacy there to start with and the smell of the barracks is enough to make you want to gag.  At least we had tents that were aired frequently and we had our own bunks – not these shared hammocks that I know the previous occupants were not real keen on cleanliness.   I am supposed to be a person of some rank here, however, that doesn’t seem to mean anything if I am treated like just another peon.  Rank be damned, it’s a fucking joke.

I give out orders, send out patrols and hope to hell they aren’t stupid and make their way back to the garrison in one piece.   No, I would much rather be out there on patrols so that I can see what is going on in this damned place and possibly get an idea of why we are all here  – I just have to wonder what my superiors are thinking all of the time.   There is nothing clearly defined as far as I can tell right now and it is very confusing not having a true sense of direction.  I know that this is the first time that I have felt like I was at a total loss as to what all of this really means to me, to my countrymen and for Azeroth.

Yes, we’re here to help pull this place back into order and to curb the influence of the Iron Horde, however, when it is all said and done – what difference will it really make?

Oh well, I’m just fucking ranting here and I can feel myself getting angrier and angrier at the circumstances.  I think that it’s time that Dawn and I took off and did some hunting and fishing for a few hours so that I can get my fucking emotions in check.

Fnar Dawnglory

Nothing Has Changed…Just Colder


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

November 24th

Dear Journal,

I thought those days of waking up in the middle of the night freezing my backside off were a thing of the past, apparently, it is not.  I can’t say that I am all that pleased at where I am stationed currently and I could care less that I am a Commander of a garrison that appears to be nothing more than an armed encampment comprised of Orcs, primarily.   That doesn’t bother me nearly as much as where that encampment happens to be located, a frozen tundra of endless snow and ice.

I can remember the days of serving in Northrend and I always took an oath to myself that I would never endure that again.  I learned that there are ways to stay warm for a short period of time, however, that bone chilling cold would always work its way through the armor and the clothing that I wore regardless of what I did.  I’m in the same situation here in this new land and I can see that the Horde has never learned anything from their past experiences with this type of fighting.  One would have thought that there could have been found better ways to deal with things than to just let them stand status quo for all of these years.  I know that we were constantly battling the Scourge and the adrenalin was enough to help us fight off some of the chill, however, it also made us a much more reckless group of men and a force to be reckoned with.

I know that it has been a number of years since I haven’t been given quarters of my own in an encampment, especially if I am supposedly the one in command of what goes on the place.  Here in this frozen tundra, I suppose that I am going to have to sleep with the people that I command in the barracks  – I don’t think that that is going to work out too well for them or for me.   I know that I have grown accustomed to having some privacy away from my duties, if that means I have to leave the garrison to its own devices, then, that’s what I will do.

Of course, with the Horde being predominantly Orc, I should have known that I would have more than my fair share of Orcs in my command, however, I am starting to see a few more Sindorei coming through the gates the last couple days.  I know that I really did feel like I was kind of isolated here for a while.   Naturally, I am waiting anxiously to see a Ranger contingent come through the gates too because that is what I am used to dealing with.

Damn, the only place that I can find in this whole place where I can get out of the wind is either in the central building where all of the planning and orders are given out or in the cave where I can fish – that’s even cold sometimes unless I build up a fire.    I already have plans of leaving when I can and heading to a place where I know I can get a good hot bath and some food that stays warm for more than a couple of forkfuls.   Snow, ice, harsh winds and the constant howling of wolves off in the distance doesn’t make for a pleasant outlook on things.

I know that I can head to man base and take a portal to warmer climes and that is exactly what I plan on doing in the very near future.  Stone, wood and spikes everywhere I look and it’s all surrounded by Orcs.

I miss the warmer climate of Pandaria at the farm, I miss the clean sheets and good food that I always took for granted at my home in Silvermoon.  I truly miss my privacy more than anything else.  I always feel like I have eyes following me around every time I do anything.  I’m not insecure in what I am doing and confident in my duties, however, the constant scrutiny is more than just a little bit unnerving at times.  I don’t recall having to live quite like this when I was in Northrend and still in the service at this point.   I miss the baths and the hot water that I used to have at my home in Dalaran – these are small luxuries that aren’t readily available here in my camp.

I think what has set me off is the fact that I have to sleep in the barracks right now and I guess that when I am not occupying my bed, it’s next come, next serve.  I don’t want to even think about some of the things that I have cleaned out of my bunk when I have been bone-tired and only wanted a place to sleep.  I’ve taken to sleeping in my armor rather than letting my body touch anything even remotely possible of passing on some bugs or other things.  The furs just smell terrible and I sometimes think that they were only clean the first day that they were put on the bunks.

I know that I haven’t grown soft over the years and I know that I have been able to adapt to almost anything that I have been forced to endure, however, being a commander over this rabble is just pushing me to the breaking point.

Oh well, there’s no use in complaining at this point and even writing about it isn’t going to make it any better for a while.  I know that I have several subordinates that are busy trying to upgrade some of the facilities here and I hope that they can hurry up the process some more.    Even Pan looks like he is disgusted with things more often than not right now and I can’t blame the poor fellow.  He’s a big cat and isn’t used to having to share his space with these wolves that seem to be animals that most of these people seem to have with them.  Wolves are great, however, they won’t ever replace my big cats.

 

 

Fnor Morningstar

 

I Have A Family…Things Are Different Now


*Language – some swearing.  If this offends you, please don’t read it.*

 

November 19th

Yo Book!!

Well, I’m not going to say that I am fucking surprised with the mail that I got today, however, it is really going to put all of our fucking plans into a tailspin.  Who the hell was I to think that things would stay like they were for a long period of time.   Here I fucking sit with a woman that I love more than life itself, a baby daughter that is more precious to me than all of the gold in the world, a farm to run…and finally a life that wasn’t all blood, guts and gore.  A life where I could settle down and be completely happy with the way that things are.

I know that when I say the envelope, I knew fucking then and there that things were going to change and there wasn’t a damned thing that I can do about it.  Luckily, I didn’t see anything in the mail for Romy or she might be going off the deep end along with me.

Why now?  We’re just getting things put into order so that we can get married and give Mirrin a happy home and  place that she can be proud of, parents that are married and that love her dearly.    Why now?  I know that I had just about convinced Romy to just pack things up and we could just go fill the paperwork out in Silvermoon and call it good.  We don’t need a ceremony that I am aware of unless it will make her feel better.  I just want that piece of paper in my hand so that I know that we are recognized as a couple, a married couple, in the eyes of those pratts back in Silvermoon.  I know that I don’t’ want my daughter to go through the things that I went through because I couldn’t prove my lineage.  It’s not right for a girl to have to suffer through that.  I know what poor Felessa went through with it and I won’t have a child of mine go through the same cruelties that I know she suffered through.

Now, I know that Fnor has already gotten his letter from the Regent and is already making his preparations to go back in to do his duty and it makes me feel bad because I really don’t want to go.  I don’t want to go marching off to another problem area and miss out on my little girl growing up.  I want to see her walking, I want to be able to teach her how to ride her first mount, there are so many firsts that I won’t have with her if I am called away.  I wish there was something that I could do to keep from having to separate myself from my fucking family.

I haven’t shown Romy the letter yet and I sure have tried to cover up the fact that I am more than a little bit upset by it.  I know that she is going to take the news hard because I did.  It just doesn’t seem fair that someone can yank you away from your fucking life and force you into something that just might bet your ass killed or something worse.  Oh, I know that wars have been going on since the beginning of time and that millions of people have left their families and hundreds of thousands have died and never got to live out their lives.

I know that we’ve been living in a Fool’s Paradise these last few months here in Pandaria, however, it was the kind of paradise that I was getting very used too.  I was out of uniform , finally, for the first time in my adult life and I had a woman and baby that I could spend time with.  I didn’t have to follow someone’s orders and I could do pretty much as I pleased.  If I wanted to spend all day out in the fields and working on the farm, I could do that.  If I wanted to go off hunting and spend a couple of days fishing, I could do that.   Now, here I am sitting knowing full well that I am going to have to fall under someone else’s schedule and demands other than my own.   Well, it’s not like Mirrin didn’t demand all of the time in the world sometimes and she was a rough taskmaster at three in the morning when she wanted a diaper changed.

Naturally, it’s fucking raining outside and I am not in the proper frame of mind to go out and work in the fields in the mud right now.  Normally, I enjoy the rain and the respite from the physical labor, however, this morning, I am having a tough time trying not to burst out in tears because it is just fucking depressing the shit out of me.  Today was a day that I had planned on taking Romy and Mirrin to the Jade Temple and we could have a little picnic together and let Mirrin play in the water.  Yes, she’s a water baby, just like her Dad and it does make me smile when I see that she loves it as much as I do.

Maybe we can still take that time to try to do a picnic and maybe that would be a good time to let Romy read this letter that I have stashed away in my belt pouch.  I don’t know how she is going to react and I don’t know how I am going to react either.  We had so many plans and so many hopes pinned together for the next few months.  Who knows, we may already have another baby on the way, it’s all up to the Fates.   If Romy starts crying, I’ll probably join her in that too.

Naturally, I ‘m sure that all of the rumors that we have been hearing are all over the market today and I bet that some of the people that I know have already gotten their orders to report back for duty.  Report back to Silvermoon it says, report back to be directed to our new assignments.   I know that if Fnor can do anything about it, he will definitely have me at his side again.

You know, I have spent more time with that man than I have with my own sister.  We have been together ever since I joined the Rangers all those years ago and we have quite a friendship that has seen a lot of mileage.

Damn it!! Just when I thought life was going to be good, there just has to be another conflict somewhere that the Horde has to go get involved.  There are times I wonder if the powers to be have a some kind of death wish for all of the races.

Well, I guess I should go do something constructive at least.  All of this internal ranting and raving isn’t going to solve a damned thing, I’ll just have to figure out how we’re going to deal with it  Hopefully, Romy and I can get married before I have to go charging off, I’d like my daughter to at least know that her parents were married in the eye of the authorities if something should happen to me.

Fnar Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria

 

Another Time…Another War…


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

November 18th

Dear Journal,

You know that I should have seen this whole thing coming and failed miserably at it.  After all of the rumors and all of the summoning for meetings  that I have gotten from the Council and the Regent Lord, I still didn’t think that there was anything to worry about or even life changing at this point.  Well, I guess I was bloody well wrong on all counts.  I should have recognized all of the early warning signs and I didn’t pay attention to it because I had my head so buried in the business and some of the things going on in my personal life that I just couldn’t bring myself to the point of facing a reality that is going to be smacking all of us in the face living in Azeroth.

What I thought I had been doing for the past year has been kind of put on the shelf for a while because I have been recalled to “active” duty again and I had no choice but to follow the orders that have been given because of my loyalty oath to not only the Horde and the Regent Lord has come back to haunt me with a reckoning that I was not expecting so soon.

It almost seems like yesterday that we were all landing in Pandaria for the exploration expedition that turned out to be anything but that in the long term.  We still have the majority of our troops in Pandaria trying to get things under control and now, we’re off to another front.   I’m not going to bore myself senseless with all of the details that came to pass with the capture and the confrontation of our insane Warchief.  The trial was truly a mockery of Justice to begin with because some of the people that were testifying against Garrosh were guilty of as many atrocities or worse magnitude than the poor fool could have even thought of on his own.  Trial, what trial?  They needed a scapegoat and the biggest one they could find was Hellscream himself.  The sad thing is that the insane fool has escaped and of course, there are people in hot pursuit after him.  How did this happen?  How many lives were needlessly lost in his capture only to have him escape the justice that was going to be meted out to him?  How many times is history going to repeat itself with these fools?

I’ll admit that I truly never cared for the fellow and that he has put the Horde through a living hell that should have gotten him assassinated years ago.   No, the group in Orgrimmar just went along with what this fool was doing and now we are all going to pay the price.  Yes, we now have a new Warchief sitting on the throne in Orgrimmar and I am not so sure that this is going to be any better than it was before.  This is the first time that I know of that there has been a non-Orc sitting on that throne and I wonder how long that is going to last.  We’ve had to live with the arrogance of the Orcs in the city and now, we’re dealing with the Trolls.  Is this the lesser of two evils?  I’m not sure that I even care at this point however, it has changed a lot of the things that I had planned on doing in my life.

I will maintain my allegiance with the Regent and give the Horde a cursory tolerance as I have in the last few months and hope that I haven’t made a total error in judgment on that point.   Trading one savage as a leader for another one of similar ilk seems to be the worst thing that we could have done at this juncture.  Who knows what is really going on the mind of this Vol’jin anyway ?

After attending several meetings in Orgrimmar over the last few weeks, I’m still perplexed as to what we’re expected to do.  Then, we all get word that there is another kind of uprising going on in the Blasted Lands and some of us were actually send down there to investigate the situation and make a report back to the Regent.  Well, it’s war again.  Yes, all those years ago that our Fathers fought the Legion in the area and pushed back the hostilities in the Outland region, it appears as though we have another denizen to deal with.  A new race of Orcs has decided to make their way back through the portal that we should have close down at the end of that war.  We didn’t close it because there were many things still going on down there and a lot of unfinished business that need to be addressed  – well, to be honest, I think that we all grew to be complacent, myself included.

Shattrath is in for some rough times, I’m afraid.  Here we just put a lot of time of money and energy in getting the business set up there again and now we’re facing another kind of war there.   Something about a magical ability of crossing into other times has me perplexed and scared at the same time.  Haven’t  we learned that dabbling with magic can lead to some rather awful things.  The stories I have heard of demons coming through that portal and our people chasing them back have my hair curling and I’ll admit that even if it did sound like exciting times – do I want to deal with it again as if history is repeating itself?

If I were a younger man and didn’t have the responsibilities that I currently have, I suppose that I would be excited at the prospect of racing through into things headlong without worrying about the future.  This whole thing down there is going to make some major changes to my future, I’m afraid.    Now, I have to recall some of my employees and break the new to them that I will be heading off to take up another command and they will have to run the business without me being here all of the time.  Back to the way that it was when we were in Orgrimmar, I’ll get back to the business when I can and I have time away from my new duties as another Commander.

I still haven’t found Agatha and I would like to talk to her before I leave again.  I am also trying to get in touch with my wife to see if she has been recalled back to her active duty again with the Sentinels.  I know that if Amyn has been called back, that also means that Kal will be recalled as well.  Why do these things have to always happen to disrupt out lives just when we were getting to a point that we might even be able to be a family again?

Damn it!  I can’t just say “no” and walk away, I have to go.

Fnor Morningstar

 

Still Hidden…


September 19th

Dear Journal,

It really has been a long time since I have written in my journal, however, it is only because I have been too busy with my life to take the time to actually sit down and write about it.  So much studying, so much traveling and finally, a place where I can take a little respite.

The last time I wrote, I was still in Fairbreeze Village and getting used to doing things on my own again.  Not much to say other than the family disavowing my existence and disowning me is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.  Of course, at the time, being a younger man, it was rather difficult to realize that there is no going home again, at least not for me.

My practices as a warlock were too much for my family to bear.  The shame, I suppose, for their only son to become something unacceptable by today’s society in Silvermoon was more than they could bear.  My Father was the one that didn’t want to have anything to do with me once he discovered that I was not truly the mage that he thought that I was after spending all of that time and money for me to attend school in Silvermoon proper.

Ah well, I always had leaned towards the darker arts due to the fact that I had discovered some of my Grandfather’s books in the attic and I started learning from them.  My Grandfather was one of those closeted warlocks, one that knew that it was certain death and ruin if his true magic was ever revealed.  I don’t think that anyone ever really found him out other than his family and they must have been scurrying frantically to keep that fact from coming out into the light of day.  Where did they think that all of that money came from – no mage could have earned that much wealth in a short amount of time. I’m not sure exactly what the fellow did, however, it did fill the coffers quite well for the rest of the family to live on even purchasing a very old title to go along with it.  Odd how those things can be bought sometimes and odd how no one ever seems to question that.

In the last year I have gone from being fairly penniless when I was removed from the family, by their choice, to being fairly wealthy in my own right.  I have traveled far and wide across this great world and I have found everything that I ever wanted.  I have a freedom that few have, no familial obligations and no social amours that have kept me bound to this plane.    Money never really has been a problem for me because I can get by on very little, however, my magic has helped me to gain a certain edge on how I can earn that commodity.  I won’t go into great detail on what it is that I have done because I can assure you that a lot of it was highly illegal.

I have made my way from the Eastern Kingdom through Kalimdor to this great new land of Pandaria.  I think that I have finally found the place where I can feel very comfortable with my art and I can keep on learning.  I have always had a healthy appetite for learning and growing at an amazing rate with that knowledge.   Of course, I am still one of those warlocks that likes to keep my dark arts a secret in order to maintain a certain amount of normalcy as well being more socially acceptable to those that have a different view of life.  It’s much easier to do in Pandaria because everyone is too busy trying to survive to try to pry into anyone’s background for the most part.

I went through the rebellion in Kalimdor unscathed other than a few wild chases through the streets of Orgrimmar in the actual battling to overthrow that fool of a Warchief.  No one seemed to notice that the mild mannered “mage” was something other than just that because in the heat of battle, all you truly care about is living through the ordeal and coming out on the other side of victory.  I will admit that there were some awkward times when I was asked to “heal” someone and I was unable to do so – no one seemed to notice that my ability in that area was less than stellar.

I will have to admit that in the last year I have become more powerful, with each move forward into this dark magic, I have learned that that power can be almost as addicting as the Fel itself.  I have learned how to call forth several demons from the Nether and have tamed them rather easily considering that I had no true formal training in that area – I have learned quite a bit from some of my friends that are as secretive about their true calling as I am.   Oh, I have had some harrowing experiences as I traveled through Outland, the magic there can be a bit tricky with the different types of magic blending into the surrounding areas – all that broken world and all that magic that you only need to call upon – you learn very quickly how to survive that fluctuations in the atmosphere.

As I wander around in Pandaria I have seen several warlocks that think nothing of the fact that their demons are exposed to others and that they “known” dark magic dealers.  I guess I am too steeped in the past history of warlocks to want to run that risk and be ostracized from the friends that I have made that are  of the non-magic variety.   Who knows if history will eventually repeat itself and warlocks will be hunted again as they were years ago in Silvermoon?  I will continue to keep my secret and continue to use my Sindorei charm and good looks to make my way.

I know that I have been able to finally translate some of the secrets of my Grandfather’s journals that I took from my home in Silvermoon before I was driven away and I have found out a great deal about how my society works in regard to magic.  It’s the dirty little secret that no one wants to get out.  It is totally acceptable to become a mage, a wielder of magic, however, leaning towards the dark arts is definitely still pretty much forbidden – why?   Fear of the unknown, perhaps, has shaped the way that people in the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor deal with us – Outland is a different place, a different time and definitely has a bit more freedom for my kind.

I will continue to wander around in this great land gather my herbs, my knowledge of magic and making my potions in order to make a living.  No one questions me as to how I have gained my wealth and if they did, I am sure that they would think that I have some deep dark secrets as to how it came to pass – I do, however, they shall remain hidden and the bodies will never be found.

If the rumors are true and they come to fact, who knows where I will be by this next time year.  Another battle, another place and possibly more power to be wielded for my own pleasure?  I will continue to do my research and continue to survive.

Solerin Dawnshadow