Draenor…Almost A Year…


 

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November 10th

Dear Journal,

I will have to admit that I think that I am getting too old for this kind of duty these days.  Draenor has definitely left me feeling more than a little bit bitter with the way that we seem to be isolated from most of the things that we have taken for granted most of our lives.  Here and now, those things are definitely out of our reach if we don’t have the “special” permission granted to a select few people. I miss the liberties that I have had in the past and the ability to take care of things other than my military service.  Oh well, one can only hope that this will end sometime in the near future.

I can say that I am one of the lucky ones here because my wife is here although the circumstances are a bit odd considering that she is not a member of the Horde, however, not a whole lot of people know a lot about my private life and never have nor will in the future.

My heart truly does go out to Dawnglory, the poor man is just miserable here in Draenor and he is in the same boat as myself – we’ve been given command of garrisons that neither one of us wanted to begin with as well as having our travel restricted.  Dawnglory’s woman was pregnant with their second child when he left and he is really getting concerned that the child will be born before he ever gets to go home again.  At least he seems to be getting his mail from her on a regular basis, however, that’s not the same as being with someone that you love, that is one thing that I am very familiar with.  I still miss my friends and family that aren’t here in Draenor and I truly miss the comforts of my home.

I know that I haven’t been the best commander in Draenor because it’s not something that I am accustomed too.  I have always commanded Rangers and I know the criteria for that, however, managing and implementing things for an entire garrison has been more of a headache than even I thought it could be.  I have my own business and I think that I can handle that a whole lot better than I can my garrison because I can delegate things to my employees and know that they will get the tasks done, however, with this garrison detail – I have to constantly be present and constantly checking to make sure that everything is being done correctly.  It’s more of being a parent to a bunch of unruly children than it is to be leading a compliment of military people.

I can’t believe that we have been in Draenor for the better part of the year and it seems as though it is never-ending some days.  I know that my higher ups are probably wondering why they aren’t getting the monthly request for leave away from my command these days, however, I don’t think that it would behoove me to rock the boat with Amyn already here in Draenor, although I would dearly love to see my children and the rest of my family that are still in Azeroth.

I thought that things were bad enough with being in command of the garrison and now they have added in a shipyard for me to attend too as well.   My knowledge of things nautical is very limited and I have to think that someone made a serious mistake with dumping that responsibility in my lap.  My knowledge of ships and how to do the tactical battles  for them is so limited that each time I send out a ship, my heart is just pounding and I just hope the crews and ships return safely.

I know that I have been going with my patrols into the Tanaan Jungle in the last couple of months and the further we scout into the area, the more concerned that I am.  There is something seriously amiss in that area and reminds me too much of the experiences that we had to deal with in Outland all those years ago.    I know that the stench of Fel magic is very strong in that area and as a Blood Elf, I always feel as if I am stepping back in time when our race was ravaged with the severe addiction that almost did us in.  I have to remind myself constantly that once you’re addicted, you’re always addicted and you have to be aware of the fact or you might fall into that trap again.

I don’t know how some of my people are handling the constant exposure to the magic in Tanaan because I know how it affects me.  Do our commanders realize what they are doing with their troops by bringing us back into contact with such things?  Demons, I don’t think that I have seen as many demons running amuck since I left Outland and it concerns me.  Will these things follow us back to Azeroth when we return, are we going to have to repel another invasions of these horrid things?    I think that I have valid questions and concerns and I have yet to get an answer from those people sitting on their backsides in Orgrimmar.

Oh well, enough of my grumbling and negative thoughts, I need to get up and try to get my mind going in a more positive direction.  I have patrols to send out as well as doing some scouting of my own.  Maybe I will take some time to do some hunting with Pan today and do some fishing – just the two of us like we used to do before we came to Draenor.

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

 

 

Things I Need To Do…


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March 27th

Dear Journal,

You just know that things are not going the way that you’ve planned when you just sit here and wonder if you’re talking to yourself about things that don’t really matter or they matter, however, only to you. I am still sitting in my Garrison in Draenor and wondering how in the heck things got so screwed up – well, I know how it got screwed up, I just followed my orders against my better judgment and to protect my homeland.  There are times that I question my mental faculties and my loyalty offsetting my true feelings on some things.

I put a request in through the so-called “chain of command” to take some time off since it’s been months since I have been able to get back to Azeroth to see some of the people I care about and to check on things with my own eyes.  I know that it isn’t something that I would have thought too strongly about except for the fact that I feel that we have been cut off here in this strange land, other timeline, whatever in the heck they want to call it these days

When I was in Azeroth, it didn’t take all of this hoop jumping to get some time off to spend with your family, however, here in Draenor, there seem to be more hoops added than ever before. When I wanted to take some time away from my duties in Azeroth, it was just a matter of putting someone else in charge of things and I would be on my merry way.  Not here, I have to make sure that my Garrison is properly covered for the time that I will be gone not only with the personnel, also with the  proper paperwork for authorization to do those duties.  Seems like we have more pencil pushers running things than we have soldiers this time around.  Are we going to accomplish the things that we are supposed to do while filling out forms in triplicate of everything that we are doing – I barely have time to run scouting missions these days because I am busy filling out the reports for the people that are actually doing them.

I know that we are getting mail from Azeroth on a fairly regular basis and I know that I am able to manage some of the things that I have always done through those methods, however, I would like to set my eyes on some of the stuff that is going on, not that I don’t trust Zippie because I definitely do.  I just want to get out of the freezing cold and endless cold where my Garrison is located.

I want to see some of the people that haven’t made the transition to Draenor yet.  I want to be able to go to the farm in Pandaria, I want to be able to hold my wife in my arms – so many things that I personally want to do to make me feel that there is a true reason why I am here in Draenor and cut off from everything that I have loved.

Fnor Morningstar

 

In Search of…


 

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November 6th

Dear Journal,

It always seems to happen when I am left here alone and in charge of the whole business without any help at this point in the office.  Zippie has decided to take off on a tangent and get out of the office for a while to have some fun, which I can’t blame her because I hate paperwork with a passion.  I think that I will get in touch with Dawnglory’s sister, Felessa, to see if she wouldn’t mind coming in to help me out for a while.  Oh, I know that she doesn’t need the money or anything like that because Dawnglory made a great match for her – she even has a baby now too.  Oh well, I’ll go talk to her and see if she will come help out for a bit, she can bring the baby.

My biggest issue is that Agatha has been gone for a month now and I am finding out just how much I relied on her very capable hands to keep the household running smoothly and keeping things in order.  Sure, she left her next in command to handle things as well as her sister here, however, it’s not Agatha.  I know that things have been a bit uneasy between us since our slip-up and I have felt a bit sad about that, however, I didn’t think it was bother her as much as it was me.  I thought that she was avoiding me quite a bit the last couple of weeks that she was here and I thought I understood why.   Oh well, I know that I just miss her and want her back where she belongs here in the house.

I will admit that I was a bit alarmed when I was talking to her sister, Adamia, and found out that Agatha hadn’t been feeling well before she left and it definitely has me concerned.   Okay, more than just a bit alarmed.  I decided that I would ride out the Inn her parents own and see how she was doing and to surprise her with a nice gift that I found.  She has always admired good crystal and I know that she had been looking at one particular goblet that had a red ruby imbedded in it – it is beautiful even if it was a bit pricey.  I thought that might cheer her up.

I get to the Inn and everyone acts surprised that I would travel outside the city to visit an employee.  Well, they were no more surprised than I was when I found out that Agatha wasn’t there and hadn’t been there for months.  Well, I had assumed that she would be visiting her family and after her sister told me of her illness, I was certain that she would be there.  No, she wasn’t there and her siblings didn’t know where she was and her Father acted like I was some kind weirdo and wouldn’t really come forth with much information.  I was able to finally talk to Agatha’s Mother and she told me that she knew where Agatha was and that she was indeed ill – she appears to have gone off to the shore to get better.  I couldn’t find out the exact location from her Mother, she was not forthcoming with a  whole lot of information and started acting very strangely and nervous.  Well, rather than to ruffle any more feathers, I took my leave and went back to Silvermoon.

Alright, I am not exactly a naive idiot and I know I’m not stupid, however, this whole situation has me very perplexed.  Yes, I am a happily married man and I love my wife more than words could even describe, however, I also have a special place in my heart for Agatha.  I have no intentions of hurting Amyn and I have no intentions of throwing away everything that we have together away, however, I do have feelings for Agatha as well although they are not nearly as strong as my feelings for my wife.

I know I could do one of two things to find out where and what is going on with Agatha.  I can sit here and wait to hear from her, which I know I will eventually, or I can start doing what I do for a living, going out and searching for her like I would if I had a bounty contract on her.  Part of me is telling that I should just go find her and the other part is telling me to wait because I could be barging into something that is none of my business – I mean, she does have a life outside of her employment with me and she may be off on a tryst or something.    I’m really very torn on the whole thing.

I know that I did enjoy the time that I had with Amyn in Pandaria recently, however, I did have a lot on my mind and I hope my love didn’t notice how I was distracted sometimes.  I wish that I could just tell her what happened between Agatha and I and not expect her to give me that look or just walk out, which she has done a time or two in the past.  I know that I wasn’t planning on breaking my vows and I still feel guilty about it.   I know that I have done things before we were married that would have made any other woman walk away, however, Amyn and I both have the boys to think about and I know that we both truly love one another.  Why does life have to be so complicated on the personal level all of the time – it just never seems to stop.

I also am more concerned about some of the mail that I have been getting lately as well as a couple of the appointments that I have attended with the Reagent along with several other businessmen.  I hope that all of the rumors that we have been hearing are not true and that we can try to continue on with our civilian lives, however, I am beginning to think that there may be something looming on the horizon that will have most of us back in uniform again whether we like the idea or not.   I know that if I have to go back into the military service again with my same commission, I won’t be happy, however, I will do my duty even if I’m not happy about it.

Someday I hope that we get a few years of peace and we get an opportunity to live our lives without some war or conflict shadowing everything that we do.  I know I would like to be able to sit back with my wife and children and enjoy life with them without something looming on the horizon like some bad weather cloud.  I know that our operations in Shattrath are really starting to come together and I want to talk to Amyn about actually setting up a more permanent residence there so that the two of us can stay together most of the time.

I think that I tend to “stray” when I am away from my wife and away from her for months at a time, it’s not easy having a long distance relationship or marriage and I know that it must be as difficult for her, although she does get to see the boys more often than I do. I miss my family life that we were just getting comfortable with in Dalaran before we were forced out.   Who knows, one day I might even become a grandparent and I would like to spend some time with those children, more than I have been able to do with my own sons.

Well, I need to stop writing this morning, just glancing back on what I have written, it looks like my mind is jumping about like a hare.  I know that I need to get off my backside, get out of the office and go do something with Pan, maybe a bit of hunting, maybe a quick trip to Orgrimmar to test out the political waters there.  I need to get out of Silvermoon for a while even if I just have to let the business run itself for a day or two.  I wish that Zippie would hurry up and get back because I don’t know how much more paperwork I can do before I start frothing at the mouth.

Fnor Morningstar

 

Learning To Live As A Ranger…


May 15th

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Faendra Morningstar

Time Marches On…and On


 

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

 

May 12th

Dear Journal,

Like so many things in life, you will have those pleasant surprises and you will have those deep disappointments.  It seems that I am in for the record of deep disappointments at the moment and I will have to admit that I am drowning some of my sorrow in my brandy and smoking like a fool.  I actually feel the need for both although I would readily settle for my wife’s loving arms wrapped around me and her soothing kind words.   If she isn’t too busy telling me “I told you so” in those tones that I both love and hate – you can almost hear the laughter in her voice when she says these things.  She doesn’t do it to be cruel, however, it does make me hold my temper in check sometimes.

At least I won’t have to go through the embarrassment of explaining to a prospective groom that his bride has flown the coop.  I was just in the beginning stages of a negotiation with a family and had told them that there were others that I was talking too – which was a lie.  At least no formal paperwork had been submitted or even produced yet, which is a savings in a way too.  Of course, this will make it rather difficult for me to start this process again if my sister decides to come back to Silvermoon again.  Naturally, she hadn’t really known what I was doing because I hadn’t had a chance to tell her about it because I was afraid that this might be her reaction.

I know that I am not going to spend my time worrying about her this time either.  If she happens to turn up somewhere, that’s fine.  I do have an idea of what she has in mind and where she might be heading so I have send word out to Dawnglory for him to keep his eyes open.  She didn’t clean out the safe this time nor did she have access to the cashbox at the office, however, she did sell a few of the antiques from the house she was living in.  I will definitely be getting in touch with Felaran and Tylanlor to have them keep an eye open for our wayward sister too because I know that they are still working with the raw recruits that are showing up there in the Jade Forest.

I know that I am a fool when I keep hoping that she will turn back into the person that I loved years ago.  The kind, considerate and unselfish young woman that I had taken to Dalaran to protect from the ideals of Silvermoon.   I think that I was a little too late in getting her out of that atmosphere though and will regret that until my dying day.

I know that I have been kicking around Azeroth for quite a few years and I have made quite a few mistakes in my life.  I also know that I haven’t always been the smartest of individuals with  a lot of things and I have especially been more than a bit ignorant when it comes to women.   I know that I have slept around quite a bit – there was a time that I had quite a few women that I was sleeping with, that’s why I never have raised that much Hell with Dawnglory and his activities, however, I wasn’t as open or as blatant as he has been in the past.

Now, it seems as though my eldest son has decided to go off the deep-end and has started rebelling against everything.  I thought that the way that Amyn handled the issues with women with Vashlan was well done, however, she has asked me to talk to Kal when we get to Pandaria about his recent conduct in ignoring his woman that he has living with him.   Seems he has started drinking quite a bit and has started going off adventuring with his friends and has expected Kae to stay behind and “wait” for him like a some kind of idiot.  I don’t think he is womanizing or anything like that because that would be totally out of character for him although I know that he likes to flirt as much as I did back in the day even when Amyn was there with me at the time.   Silly kid, I do think that there must be something in the air with my two eldest just now starting to show their Sindorei blood – Vash and his womanizing was very embarrassing to Amyn, however, it did remind me of my past behavior when I was a young man too – just another chip off the old block.

Now with Kal going a bit crazy with his last little fling at youth, I hope that he doesn’t end up losing everything that is truly important to him.  I have to agree with his Mother on this one, I think it’s high time that he made some kind of commitment to his woman instead of just letting things stay as they are. Even though they haven’t’ had any children yet, I do think that he should settle down and quit this nonsense before he gets himself injured or something even worse.  I’ve only met the girl once and she seems very much like Amyn at that age, which I guess is why I am just wondering what is going on in Kal’s mind.

I am supposed to meet with Amyn in Shattrath in a few days and then we are going to take off and go to Pandaria for a while too.  The business is really booming in Shatt and I think that the few places that I have looked at for future sites for a warehouse in Pandaria might be pretty good, however, since both sets of employees will be accessing the warehouse, I do want to make sure that Amyn approves.

Damn!  I do wish that Zippie would hurry up and get her little green self back to Silvermoon.  This office stuff isn’t for me and I have always hated paperwork.  At least Faendra and Felaran would help me with things when I was living in Dalaran – Fae was a very good accountant until she decided that what money was there was for her personal use.

 

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

 

 

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

Is It All For Naught…


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

March 25th

Dear Journal,

This morning seems somewhat better than the mornings have been since I returned to Silvermoon.  At least I don’t feel the urge to go out and kill someone and just rage at the world.  How one little girl can get me so aggravated is beyond me, I just know that I keep trying to make excuses for her behavior, however, I am beginning to realize that I am beating a dead horse with that activity, even if it is only in my mind.

This person living in my house in Silvermoon is not my sister, she can’t be.  This is not the girl that I raised and loved all of these years.  Maybe that incident with the warlock- witch – whatever in the hell it was has had some residual effect on her that none of us were aware of or it might be that she has always been this way and I have been blinded by feelings of “family” at all costs.  I honestly am at my wit’s end and I can’t seem to get my head wrapped around the fact that there are just some people that are mean to the core.

I arrived home from Shattrath and it was like we never left off with our last argument.  She’s been abiding by the rules that I set up for her and she is doing her job, however, the dripping sarcasm that comes out of her mouth makes me want to just put my fist in her face.  I am not a violent man when it comes to women, it makes me physically ill to strike a woman unless she’s trying to kill me, then, that’s a whole different kind of thing, that’s war.

What is going on with Faendra and I right now is definitely some kind of psychological warfare that I am not readily prepared nor accustomed to dealing with in the family.  I sat as an Ambassador for many years with the Horde and the political in-fighting there was phenomenal in its own right, however, what I am dealing with right now is beyond my comprehension.

Of course, her big complaint is her lack of money and how she is unable to show her face in public because her dresses are so last season.  Well, it’s not my fault that she took off with all of the money in the vault in Orgrimmar when she ran off and I had to replace that and it’s not my fault that she lost all of her jewelry on her trip out in the world.  I am just refusing to pick up where it all left off as if nothing happened.  However, I have got to do some thinking about what I am going to do with her – I can’t continue to have her here at the house and tormenting me, in particular.

I’ve already talked with Agatha about the possibility of opening up one of the other houses and putting Faendra there, just to get her away from me and she has said that it wouldn’t be difficult at all.  Even when the houses sit vacant for periods of time, they are still maintained by a certain number of staff.  So, that might be the solution.  My beautiful Sentinel even suggested something of this sort before I left Shattrath and I do believe that she hit the nail on the head.

She is of the opinion that Faendra is trying to make me angry enough to where I will just give into her whims and demands and that is on the verge, however, I am not going to let this one person ruin everything that I have strived for all of my life either.

Yes, I’ll admit that I worked for myself initially and then, I was working for the two girls, Felaran and Faendra to make sure that they had the best of everything that I could give them.  All of those years of searching for Fel really were nerve wracking, however, she is the one of the two girls that has been her well worth the effort.  She lives her life, even as a Death Knight, as it should be lived – at least the pride in family is there and she doesn’t feel like I owe her everything in the world to make up for what happened to her.  There are times that I wonder if all of this hard work has been for naught.  Here I thought that I was doing the best that I could for my sisters after our parents died, one is happy with her lot in life and the other only gives a long list of complaints.

No, I think moving Faendra out of here will be the best thing.  The house that I have in mind is slightly older and smaller than this one.  I haven’t spent a lot of time refurbishing it, nor do I intend too at this point.  It’s a piece of real estate that I had planned on selling in the future to recoup some of the financial losses, however, I haven’t had any of those for a while either.

Business has been extremely profitable and I can almost imagine Zippie rubbing her hands together every time she gets the money from one of our contracts.  We’re making money on just about everything that we touch in Pandaria – everything from bounty to artifact collecting.

Well, it appears as though I don’t have to keep waffling back and forth between whether I should continue to tolerate Faendra’s presence here or not.  Agatha just came in and told me that she had already given orders to air out the other house and to move Fae’s things over there.  I can well imagine that it is going to be one little upset young lady when she finds out she’s been moved.  I can already tell the difference in my stress level, I do think it’s dropped down a notch or two.  There are times that I often wonder if Agatha can read my mind, we’ve been together almost as long as my Sentinel and I have.  She has seen a lot of things in my life, yet, she has stayed working for me all of these years, it almost makes you wonder why.

I think that we will be completely open for business in Shattrath by the end of next month and I can start concentrating on getting the other office started in Pandaria because a lot of my employees have voiced their opinion that we need to branch out more.  It’s feasible that we could cover all of the bases that way and cut down on the travel time, possibly.  I’ll have to give it some thought.

 

Fnor Morningstar