Alexander Wynterstorm


Alexander Wynterstorm

August 6th

Dear Journal,

I have been out in the field so long that I have decided that I should start writing stuff down to combat the loneliness sometimes.  Sure, I have my comrades in arms, but I truly do not have that much in common with them – they have families and loved ones while I have nothing other than my pet.  I don’t think I’m a bad looking fellow nor do I think that I am drop-dead gorgeous.  I’m just a Blood Elf and a Ranger because my magical ability doesn’t rank high enough to start a simple campfire.

I’m just another Sindorei orphan kid that has grown up and moved on with my life like so many others.  There is really nothing special about me.  I’m not a hero, I’m not an officer in the corps nor am I some secret noble that is hiding his nobility.  Ah well, just being a Ranger is enough for me and I know that I will be happy if I ignore all the criteria in Silvermoon City to be one of the special people.  There are times that I truly hate going to Silvermoon because I usually stand around and just smile and nod at people.  I’m not important or impressive enough to warrant that much attention from the citizenry.

I guess that I should mention my name, it’s Alexander Wynterstorm.  I don’t know where the surname came from other than the fact that I was dropped off at the orphanage in a winter storm with a few other babies – we all got stuck with the same surname because the matron on duty was too tired to think of any others.  So, there are six of us with that name and we all arrived within one hour at the steps.  It must have been “baby drop-off day” or something because the matrons say that there are usually one or two babies dropped off most often, not a group of babies like I was with.  My thought is that the matron wasn’t paying attention to the door and we all kind of stacked up there.  I think that someone might have noticed if a wagon pulled up in front of the orphanage and the carter started plopping babies out on the steps in a group?  Wouldn’t you think so?

When I was a kid, I would hope that someone would come along and adopt me and then tell me that they were really my parents and that they hadn’t meant to leave me at the orphanage – they would then shower me with all kinds of gifts and clothes and we’d live in this big glorious house in Silvermoon with servants and stuff.  Yeah, I had a big imagination back then, at least I did think about nice things back then.  Well, let’s jus say that I wasn’t ever adopted, and I blame it on my cursed red hair – no one wants a redheaded elf, they want blondes, brunettes or even brown-haired ones – redheaded elves are just too common.

One older kid told me that he used to have red hair and he shaved his head and it all came back in as black as night.  Okay, if that’s how it’s done, it’s worth a go – so, I shaved my head.  Got my backside warmed up by the matron and was forbidden to be seen by any of the adoptive people that were visiting.  No, my hair came back in just as red as it had been, and it just seemed like there was more of it than ever.  Lesson learned “Don’t listen to older kids” about how things are done.  Yeah, I tried the dying thing too and all I got out of that was some strange orange hair with green stripes in it and a bunch of blisters on my head and…another backside warmup. 

I went through all the schooling and the only thing that I seemed to be reasonable with was skipping classes.  I did well with reading and writing and I did learn to cypher a bit, just so I could keep up with my winnings at cards.  Yes, I would have been a great candidate for Murder Row if I hadn’t had an aptitude for hunting and fighting.  I tried the magic thing and the only thing I did was to burn up a bookshelf and set the instructors robes on fire more than once.  I didn’t last long in that area nor did I last long trying to apprentice to one of the magistrates, seems my mouth was more prone to go off before my brain got in gear to control it. 

On my birthday I was given a few gifts, a bag to carry my belongings and showed the door with a note to report to the Rangers training area.  Okay, it wasn’t snowing or anything like that when I left so I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to make my way there.  So, off I went to the Row to try my hand at gambling with thoughts of amassing a large fortune and being able to support myself in a manner that would make the kids at the orphanage envious.  Let’s just say that it didn’t happen – I woke up naked, all my belongings gone and a guard poking me rudely with a blunted spear.  Yes, I got rolled and robbed my first night out of the orphanage.  The guard threw his cloak over my shoulders and escorted me to the training area – my letter was gone and I had no proof of identity, however, I was able to convince them that I was the Alexander Wynterstorm that the orphanage matrons had written about and , my letter had been stolen with everything else that I had. At least I got a recruit uniform, a place to sleep and some food – the training would start on the morrow.

Alex Wynterstorm

((obviously, to be continued))

Waxing Nostalgic


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

July 21st

Dear Journal,

It feels like it has been forever since I have taken the time to sit down long enough to write anything down for myself.  So much paperwork comes with command and it seems like everything needs to be posted out immediately.  Of course, I could take a step down and then I’d probably have double the workload – I do know how to delegate as well as any other Commander and I know that Rangers would much rather be things actively and not be stuck at a desk.  Oh well, I’ll do what I can.

I do thank the powers-to-be that I was able to take some time away from my duties and got to spend some time with my wife.  Oh, I do miss those days when we could slip away without much notice from our comrades.  Times change and we still must live with the prejudices that wax and wane with the political climates that are forever changing.

Oh, to be able to hold Amyn in my arms and smell her scent.  Just to feel her lithe body close to my own is like a welcomed freedom that we have never taken for granted.  Our liaison could have cost us our lives many times in the past and there are times when we have been able to share our family and our lives openly when we were living in Dalaran when it was in Northrend before the Jaina Proudmore incident.  Oh well, those were special days for us – having a home that I had spent years building and furnishing over the years. I still miss that home and the freedom that we had there.  Oh well, we have a beautiful place to live together and to have our family with us when we can arrange it.  We have always been very partial to Shattrath and that lead us to settle our family there when we were younger – being a free open city, we could live together openly.

So many years we have had to slip around like a couple of kids to find our time together – who knows, that may have added the extra spice to our lives although I don’t know that I can handle much more spice.  We have our two sons as well as we hope grandchildren to come our way in the future.  Life can be good; however, the constant strife and battling seems to be a way of life on Azeroth.

At least I know that my wife and children are safe for the moment.  I know that it is never an assured thing with all of us active in this conflict going on.   Amyn keeps an eye out for the boys and tries to make sure that they are okay without becoming a nuisance – she’s a good Mother and has always had her children’s interest to heart.  I do what I can because it would be rather difficult for me to see them all the time because they took after their Mom with their appearances – Kaldorei.  Yeah, it would be hard to explain a Sindorei chatting it up with them if we were ever caught.

I still have a few more days to enjoy being with Amyn here in Outland before I must head back to my duties.  One day I will find the peace that we both crave, and we will be able to live a normal life of some sort and I don’t care if it must be here in Nagrand either.  It has taken us years to get the house the way that we want it and it is as comfortable as the house we had Dalaran before the Purge.

Well, time for me to take off and get some things done – I think I hear Dawnglory talking and I wonder why he is here.

Fnor Morningstar

OOC – When it rains…


June 15, 2019

Fun times and just life in general can be a bit of a pain in the backside.  Was playing on the potato (very old Lenovo machine) and the display died – hey, it was about eight years old and had been pancaked a few times by my rather kitty person.  I’m surprised that it lasted that long.    I did replace the display with a new AOC display, inexpensive works for me.  The next step seemed to be to go back on the gaming machine until the new display arrived (which it did).

Well, log into the gaming machine and no sound, not even a buzz.  Totally freaked out at this point and just ordered new speakers – I have a headset; however, it does seem like it just likes to annoy me more than anything.  I did like the new speakers a whole lot and decided the potato deserved some more love and got the same speakers for it.  Anyway, got the machines up and running again and I’m off to the races it seems. 

Have just started feeling like I can play a few hours in WoW without going completely blind. I have days when it’s not possible to play but it’s how it goes when you hit 70 years old officially.  Thank heavens for Kindle books because I can read a while and then switch to audio eBooks – hey, I keep my mind busy at least.

I keep myself amused with games, music and books and do most of my socializing in games because it’s too dang hot to go out and toast these old bones.

I’m starting to play a bit more and trying to get my head wrapped around my writing.  With most of my characters still not in BfA, most of them will refer to Legion era or older.  Hey, I wasn’t ready to leave Legion yet and BfA hasn’t exactly been calling my name.  Still grinding rep in Legion.

See you all in Azeroth.

Alive and Kicking


May 15, 2019

I’m still alive and kicking and trying to get myself to play a little bit more in WoW – it gets kind of lonely when most of the people in your guild have long since quit the game.  Ah well, it’s a game I know, and I can at least find my way around a bit.

My big thing right now is to settle down and try to get back into the story a bit more and just enjoys the game the way that I want too.  Hehe, I did get stupid and I was able to get the Collector’s Edition before it sold out, so, I do have to at least stay somewhat interested.  Since I have never purchased anything like this before, it’s my last hurrah, I suppose.

I know that I am going to be toddling around and getting some things done in the game now that the weather is a bit warmer and not so “dead” as it has been this winter.  Springtime in the Rockies is always a good time of year and one of my favorites even if it does drive my allergies up the wall.  Hey, you enjoy what you can at my age.

Just wanted to check in and let people know that I am alive and kicking, however, not as robustly. 

See you Azeroth.

OOC – Still here


March 17, 2019

Well, I’m still having vision issues and I’m still trying to continue to play WoW anyway.  I’m so far behind everyone right now that it doesn’t really matter, however, I’m trying to enjoy the game as best as I can.  I have been working on some stories, but they will be based out of the old content where I am playing currently.ish me luck and I’ll see you all in Azeroth.

Wish me luck and I’ll see you in Azeroth.

OOC – So Many Tasks and Not Enough Time


October 31, 2018

 

Been rather busy of late with RL stuff but that’s how it goes sometimes.   I know that physically I have had a few bad days, however, that’s also to be expected especially at this time of year when the weather is constantly going from roasting your bum to freezing it off. Yep, Fall is not an easy time in the Rockies.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time reading of late and have been extremely happy with my purchase of a Kindle. Easy to read anywhere and it fits in my purse very easily. I’ve wanted one for several years, however, I have quite an extensive library of hardback books with bookshelves taking up a large part of my loft. Oh well, I still read those too and will continue to enjoy myself. I know that I have read over 20 books since I made the purchase and it really is very relaxing when you don’t feel like jumping around in a video game.

I haven’t played much the last couple of weeks because I’m still making up my mind as to how I feel about the current expansion in World of Warcraft. I can’t recall seeing as many complaints about the game before now and some of them seem to have a bit of validity. I will admit that I have purchased the game for all my accounts and had planned on playing quite a bit more than I have in the last few months. I know that I will keep playing regardless if it is good or not because I still enjoy playing and I still enjoy interacting with people. I know that sounds kind of lame with the way that I have been playing lately. I know that it is hard to just think about walking away for a while, so, mini-breaks can’t hurt too much. I don’t mind running behind the crowd either because I keep hoping that the “bugs” will get squashed before I get there.

I’m turning into quite the casual player of games lately and I don’t really mind it because I don’t like the idea of being forced into doing something that isn’t real fun for me. Most of the time, if I am in the mood to play at all, it will be World of Warcraft because I have been in that game for longer than some people have been born. I know, it’s an addictive game but I’d much rather have that addiction than something else.   Still bopping along in Destiny 2 and having a giggle fest with Call of Duty – hey, I know my reactions are bad when I go “oh crap!” and I’m already dead. It’s fun anyway – good thing I’m not trying to compete with some people that want to be the best of everything.

Oh well, I suppose I should get ready for Halloween – I just won’t comb my hair and put my teeth in – that should scare the socks off the little blighters that coming ringing the bell.

 

See you in Azeroth

 

 

Time For Healing


October 22nd

Dear Journal,

It has been a very long time since I have had the opportunity to write down anything. With everything going on the way that it has – the loss of my home in Teldrassil is one that I shan’t ever forget or forgive.

Never again will I see my little ones playing around my parent’s little cottage and never again will I be able to walk the beautiful halls of the Temple in Darnassus. So many things that have helped create the person that I have become are now gone forever.

At least I was one of the lucky ones that was forewarned by my beloved Sindorei and I was able to get most of my family away from the dangers and to our home in Nagrand. My heart still breaks at the thoughts of so many of our people that were killed with this disaster. So many lives were lost that were needless all because of one woman’s hatred for our people. Another insane Warchief that leads the Horde on her mission of killing anything and everything that stands in her way – even her own people.

I know that the pain that my poor mate endured will take a long time to heal as will my own. Those emotional scars are far worse than a physical injury sometimes. However, we’ve reconciled ourselves to the fact that we will be spending time with our family in Nagrand and Shattrath – all our lives have been torn asunder and have been pieced back together again. We have shared our grief together and have started our healing process – now, we must guard and guide our children through this latest upheaval.

We are trying to make sure that my parents are settling into their new little home in Nagrand as well as keeping them sheltered from things that might upset them about the latest conflict between the factions. I know that they have often wondered why I chose the man that I did, however, they have accepted my choice and have come to love him as one their own even with the differences that he has. I know that we could all be considered traitors to both the Horde and the Alliance, however, one thing that we will never betray is our love of our families.

Our estate in Nagrand is starting to look more like a little village than anything else these days, however, all the people that are living there now are friends and family.   We’ve sheltered many people over the years and we will continue to carry on that tradition – no faction can break the bonds that we have developed with these people – their children have grown up with our own and we consider them all to be an extended part of our family as well.

I did take my Sentinels to the Under City and we did take part in the battle there. It was just amazing how we all fought with such bravery, anger, ferocity and, in some cases, unbridled hatred. I know how our poor King must have felt when Sylvannas snatched the victory from our grasp like a cruel bully snatches a treat away from a child.   I think more of the shock and the horror that I felt when I saw the Horde troops being sacrificed by their Leader *spits off to the side of the desk* as if they meant nothing.

Anduin may never be the same King as his father was, however, I feel that he will lead as he feels is the best for all his people. I don’t think that we will see him sacrifice his people the way that the Dark Lady has shown that she is willing to do. Oh, Elune, how have we all come to this level on Azeroth?

Amynlarae Shadowmoon