A Death Knight Can Be Happy…


August 22nd

Dear Journal,

I’m still having a slight chuckle about a recent conversation that I had with a young Bull in the market here in Halfhill.  Naturally, he definitely isn’t in the same condition that I am in, however, he was puzzled about how it was that I can remain so jovial and appear to be happy. After giving it some quick thought, my response was that I am happy because the alternative didn’t seem to be so pleasing.  Being truly dead is something that I am not ever going to look forward to although the teachings have us believe that we will be in a happy place with our loved ones and in the full care of the Earth Mother.

Yes, I still go by my Death Knight name that was given to me when I was changed which is Sadheart, however, the people that knew me from before still call me by my given name of Naton Cloudhoof.  What is in a name you ask?  Well, I was none too pleased with being changed into my current state and that was why I was given the name that I was in Archerus.   It fits me because there are days that I willingly admit that I wish that I was more mortal than I am currently – there are so many things that in my mind that I would like to do but this shell of a body no longer works in those ways.  At least I am with my family, watching them grow older as the time passes, however, I am with them in the here and now which is what makes me happy.

Why do I laugh sometimes?  Well, just because I’m Death Knight doesn’t mean that I can’t have a sense of humor because I most assuredly do.  I can enjoy life with living as much as they can and I don’t see why that wouldn’t put a smile on anyone’s face.  I can enjoy things as much as the next fellow.  Do I have the same wants and needs as a living Bull – well, in my mind I do, however, there are certain things that don’t work quite the same any more since I have joined the ranks of the unliving.   Yes, I would still like to have a family of my own some day, however, the possibility of having children has been taken from me, although, I wouldn’t mind marrying a woman that already has children as long as those said children would accept me for the person that I am and not “what” I am.

At least I have my business to keep me busy and yes, I do have to take a run every now and again to make sure that my Rune Sword is probably fed and satiated with its own type of wants.   I know that it is hard for some people to realize that I am still a Death Knight and I do have those moments where the Knight has to become what he is – that’s usually when I will take off for a couple of days and do my thing.

My whole life or unlife changed for me when I became a Death Knight and some of the things that I have done in the past I am not exactly proud of and try to push those memories to the back of my mind, sometimes they escape and come racing back to the forefront, however, I have learned how to control that part pretty much.  My life also took another huge change when I was released from the power of the Lich King because I was given control back to myself – no more voices commanding that I kill this or that and no more orders coming from on high that would direct me to places and do things that I would rather not think about.   Yes, I will admit that these changes have all been a part of what makes me as I am today.

I will have to admit that I am not too unhappy with working for Morningstar Enterprises because the money is good, I know that my family will always be taken care of because Commander Morningstar is that much of a family oriented person.  He actually bailed Maha and I out from being in service to the Horde and we’re contract people for him these days.  Not that I was disloyal or anything to the Horde, however, I wasn’t too keen on following that crazy man that called himself a Warchief.   He lost whatever shred of loyalty I had to the faction when he started his nonsense about the Pure Horde – which meant Orcs.  Well, I know that Baine has sworn fealty to the Horde, however, I don’t think that he would disapprove of what it is that my family and I are doing, we’ve aligned ourselves with a Blood Elf and follow what he wants for his company.  I know that I am not planning on ever getting myself involved in any kind of military action again in the near future, my body is tired, my mind is tired and I want to enjoy what this unlife has to offer to me now – a home, my family and an inner peace that I haven’t known since the days prior to becoming a Death Knight.

Yeah, I guess you should say that I am happy with my lot in life.  Being a Death Knight is not all that I am, it’s being Naton Cloudhoof and being able to have some semblance of fitting back in with my people again and enjoying what all that entails.  Sure, I get strange looks from people that still believe all of the old tales of the Scourge and how Death Knights were mindless killing machines, which we were, I won’t deny that, however, we all have been given a chance to fit back in with the rest of the people and I am going to take a gamble by enjoying it, whatever it brings.

I have spent the last few days spending some time with my baby brother, Tahfal and he is still following his teachings of being a Lightwalker, which is fine with me.  If he is happy following that sort of thing, I am not going to pass judgment on him for it.  He has been able to blend the teachings of the Earth Mother and the teachings from the Light into what he feels comfortable with.  No, he isn’t always righteous and good and I know this – he’s still very much a young bull and will learn in time what it is that he really wants out of his life and his beliefs.

Naton “Sadheart” Cloudhoof

 

A Time Of Reflection…


April 22nd

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mooma Cloudhoof

 

Our House Is Not Big Enough…


April 2nd

Dear Journal,

Well, I think that half of Morningstar Enterprises has moved to Pandaria in the last few weeks.  I’ve run into quite a few of the people that I used to see in Orgrimmar frequently when I had to go there to drop off the stock we’d accumulated and to pick up more contracts.

I’ll admit that I was really surprised to see one of Forsaken here in the market at Halfhill.  Seems she got shanghaied into the service when she was trying to deliver her stock to Silvermoon.  Well, I know how that can happen because Maha and I both were surprised at getting sent to Pandaria for our military service.  It all turned out well because we were able to get out of the military and buy a farm.   I told her to get in touch with the Boss and he would do the same for her, maybe.  I know I was really kind taken aback because her sister wasn’t with her, however, I guess she has stayed behind in the Undercity.   Those two were like bookends, you never saw one without the other.

Maha and I are really enjoying having our younger brother up here with us in Halfhill.   You would think that he had died and gone to heaven with the way that he carries on about Pandaria. We have both had to temper our laughter when we stop and realize that he has been stuck in Mulgore with Mom and Tahfal while we have had a chance to see a bit more of the world than he has.  He’s never been to Northrend, which we will try to remedy so that he can see what we are talking about when talk about Dalaran.  When Mom went to Dalaran that one time, she had gone with Tahfal to meet some girl’s friend up there.

Well, I can scrap that last paragraph and start anew.

Guess who showed up at the house in Halfhill unannounced?  Mom!!  Guess she just couldn’t stand the thoughts of all of us having so much fun and she could only hear about it from what we told her.  I know I was more than pleasantly surprised when she came knocking on the door.  I was busy at my forge and had just taken a short break or I might not have heard her.   I know that she was really laughing hard when I came poking my head out from under the house where I have my forge and anvil for the moment –  I’m still working on the building where it will reside permanently.

I think the poor old soul actually had tears of joy in her eyes to see me.    I know that my sister is sure going to be surprised when she gets home because she now has a roomy to share the bed with until we can make some other changes.  I think we just need to add on to the house to be honest because it’s like people come to visit and they kind of forget to leave.   Of course, I know that it is going to be fun having Mom here.  The poor thing was exhausted when she got here, that was one heck of a journey for her to take all by herself, however, she said that she didn’t want to ask Tahfal to bring her here and then have to go back.  He is still working on his studies as a Paladin and she didn’t want him to miss any of his training or classes and fall behind the other Light Walkers.

Luckily, I was able to scrounge up some food to feed her before I sent her off to bed.  Maha had made some wonderful soup and left it simmering on the stove.  I even sat there and had some while Mom and I talked.  She is just as amazed and bewildered at the side of Pandaria.   She really hasn’t gotten out of Mulgore that much either so she and Nahai are going to be making Maha and I a bit crazy wanting to do the tourist thing, however, I’d much rather do that than to let them get into any kind of trouble on their own.

Ah well, I suppose I ought to clean up the dishes and get back to my forge.  I have so many orders for armor that it’s a good thing that I don’t have to sleep much, however, I will have be even more cognizant of the hours that I keep now since Nahai and Mom are staying with us for the time being.

Naton “Sadheart” Cloudhoof

 

 

Just Being A Tourist …


March 19th

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nahai Cloudhoof

 

Caretakers…Farming In Pandaria


July 12th

Dear Journal,

Oh well, I guess that Naton and I won’t be going home for the Faire this time, however, that’s okay.  We had a good long stay the last time and had a lot of fun at the Faire with Mom and the boys, Nahai and Tahfal.  I kind of wish we could go this time too because I’m that much of a child at heart.

The reason we’re not going this time is because Mr. Morningstar has asked us to do him a favor and that is one person on the face of Azeroth that we don’t mind helping out when he asked for it.  Sure, we work for him and he could have made that the reason, however, he said he needed a personal favor.  Well, for a man that proud, that’s a lot.

Seems he has left the Rangers and needs to go back to Orgrimmar to take care of the business there as well as a few other places.  He asked Naton and I if we would keep an eye out on his farm and to watch over Mr. Dawnglory’s place too while he’s away.  I don’t mind, it just means that we will be doing a lot more work at all three farms.  I don’t mind.

Mr. Dawnglory has that fish guy kind of taking care of things at his place, however, Mr. Morningstar wanted us to keep an eye out for any kind of funny business.  The fish guy is nice, however, he does drink way too much, more than anyone could imagine.  I bet he could drink the Pandaren and the dwarves under the table without too much effort on his part.

So, no Faire for us this month, however, we know that we should be able to go next time because everyone should be back in Pandaria by then, I hope.  I’ll admit that the Boss looked a lot better yesterday than he has since he and his wife were attacked in the Jade Forest, hardly any limp from his leg wound.  We’ve never met his wife, however, the Boss keeps his private life well hidden from the employees and I can’t blame him, that little sister of his in Orgrimmar is quite the Blood Elf though, very excitable little creatures.

I can’t believe how busy Naton has been at his forge since we’ve really started letting people know what he does.  He’s one of the few Tauren blacksmiths in the area and there is a lot of business for him.  I wish I could help him mine for some of his ore, however, I’m not very good at it when I do try.  He seems to have a natural instinct for that sort of thing.  At least he has started doing some of his mining at night when everyone else is asleep, he says there are fewer claim jumpers up at the hours that he goes out – I could believe that, Death Knights don’t need to sleep that much.

Oh well, time for me to get off my backside and start checking the other farms and come home to do my own work here.  The crops grow so fast here in Pandaria that it is like an never-ending job of harvesting and tilling the ground.   I hope that one day soon we can get Mom and the boys up here too, they would love the land and the people – there isn’t war everywhere even if you’d think there was with the way that people talk in Orgrimmar and sometimes Thunderbluff.

Mahamura

Life Isn’t So Bad…Even If You’re Kind of Dead


June 27th

Dear Journal,

There has to be a way to annihilate virmen without having to do the two-step dance through your rows of plants.  Honestly, about the time that I think that I am done with my weeding and ready to settle into some real harvesting – here come the virmen.  Oh, I’ve come to expect some of the shenanigans of these pesky little creatures, however, I’m one of those people that like to get up early in the morning and get my field work done before the heat sets in.  So, I’m usually like one of those people that stumbles over everything when they are trying to be quiet – of course, with these little things jumping out of the ground, it goes for making some loud noise.

I know my sister has stumbled to the front door a few times to make sure that I wasn’t killing off the neighbors or some such thing.  Once she sees what I’m doing, she usually turns around and goes back to bed.  Luckily for me, she hasn’t seen me get knocked on my backside a few times because I would never live that down.

Here I am a great big hulking Tauren to start with and then add the Death Knight business and I should be rather formidable, however, these virmen creatures are no respecters of height or girth.  I know I shouldn’t notice getting knocked down, however, after getting tangled up in my own tail a few times, I’ve taken to tucking the thing in my belt loop for safe keeping. 

Oh, I know that my sister, Mahamura, is very happy with the idea of keeping the farm going here in Pandaria along with the new found freedom that we have, however, there are times I do miss charging into battle and letting my Rune Blade sing it’s song.  Oh yes, I do get away from the forge now and again and take part in some rather heavy duty fighting because I know a few Death Knights and we do like to stick together sometimes. At least people don’t act like they are absolutely petrified of a Death Knight up here in Pandaria, a few even act as if they are pleased to have us around.

We did get home long enough to go to the Faire with Mom, Nahai and Tahfal.  I will have to admit that I had more fun this time because we had no set schedule to keep and we didn’t have to scurry back to Pandaria so we could dance to some Orc’s tune.  Nope, we stayed several days and I got to work with some of my old friends at the forges for a couple of days. Yep, I’m still the A-Number One fellow for fixing the cookware that people just refuse to replace. I turned out one good set of armor for one of the Light Walkers in Thunder Bluff and I think that the word will get out that I do come back to visit now and again. 

It was fun at home, it was relaxing and I felt more like myself than I have in years.  Of course, I’ll never be the same fellow that I was before the change, however, I just felt good about being there.  At least I didn’t hear the whispers that were real common when I first came back – you know, people actually praying to the Earth Mother to protect them from the demon walking in their midst.  Guess, they got over that or that particular group has moved on to another place to live. 

I know that my Mother always tries to spoil me with her “special” treats when I’m there.  I have told her countless times that I don’t eat food like I used too, however, she doesn’t want me to lose weight.  Fat chance of that ever happening and I won’t age either – she just thinks I’m still her oldest son.  Pine nuts, she can make the best pine nuts in the world – cakes, ground pine nuts to put over your other food for extra flavor and her best yet are the baked ones that she lavishes plenty of oil and salt over.  Yummy! Yeah, I’ll eat those even though I know that there is a price to be paid eventually for overindulging in that sort of thing when you don’t have the best digestive tract in the world anymore.   Maha has tried to make them a few times but they just aren’t the same as Mom’s food.

I know that I am enjoying being able to use the forge here at the farm and I’ve actually gotten a few orders for new armor as well as doing some repair work on some other stuff.  Honestly, one would think that some of these people would at least know how to clean their gear better.  I do charge extra if I have to clean gore and other unknown substances off the stuff before I can work on it.   I know I’m “dead” in the true sense of the word and carry my own brand of diseases with me, however, you never know what you might catch from some of this stuff I’ve dug out of the armor.

I do get to see more of Mr. Morningstar since we’ve been staying in Pandaria and I will have to say that I never realized what a nice fellow he can be either.  Oh, yeah, he’s the Boss and all that, however, he didn’t have to set us up the way that he did here.  He got us out of the service and he could have left us with our own devices as to how we were going to make a living, however, he chose to make sure that we were well settled here in Halfhill.  He knows the rest of our family and he probably realizes that we’ll have the rest of the clan up here before he even has a chance to realize it.   Yep, he’ll have the whole herd up here before he even knows it.  I know Mom would love it up here and she can sit on the front porch all day if she wants, or go visit with the people in the market too.   She’s a sociable old thing and I know that she will make new friends up here – she thinks the Pandaren are just too cute, even if they are fuzzy and they talk funny.

I don’t know why I am so damned happy today but I am.  Even if my day did get started off on the wrong foot, getting rolled around in the dirt by a little fast vermin is just a small thing, pardon the pun.  At least I didn’t hurt myself and the scarecrow is still in an upright position.  I wish if we were going to have the darn thing that it was sturdy enough to hold someone upright that is my size when you grab it.  I’ve put a few extra braces on it and done some other shoring up on the foundation a bit to see if it will hold my weight.  There’s nothing like losing one’s dignity to little virmen first thing in the morning.

I am looking back in my journal; it’s been a while since I’ve written anything down in it.  My how my life has changed for the better since I got away from Hellscream’s bunch and have a life to live as my own again without anyone trying to give me, of all people, orders to do anything.  I’m here with my sister, she’s happy with things being the way they are.  No one realizes what freedom really is until they sign up with a bunch of Orcs running the show.  Yup, there are a couple of those Orcs that won’t be yelling at anymore Tauren or anyone for that matter and my blade seemed to be well-fed for quite a while.  I doubt that anyone would miss a few more Orc roaming around the countryside; however, I’ll have to keep that to myself because I’m sure the authorities might get a tad bit upset about it.

Well, its daylight enough to where I can fire up the forge and start “banging away” as my sister puts it.  I have quite a few pieces to work on this week and I’ve promised to have them done – plus, I need to get off the farm and do some more mining.  Wish that Tahfal was up here to help with the mining, that little fellow can sure gather ore like no one I’ve ever seen amongst the living.

Naton “Sadheart” Cloudhoof

 

Enjoying Pandara…


June 21st

Dear Journal,

Oh, I wish that the war would just stop here in Pandaria.  I know that Naton and I are very happy with the situation that we have with the Morningstar’s and we don’t have to worry about doing any kind of military service any longer, however, it still makes me feel bad for the ones that are still stuck in the war machine.

I know that today after I did my chores here at the farm, I had time to go down and visit with my baby dragon.  Oh, she’s growing up so fast and it hardly seems like yesterday since I hatched her from her egg.  She’s so blue and her eyes just seem to glow and swirl around madly when she’s happy.  I just enjoy standing there watching her over the fence. 

Today was really exciting for my little girl and for me.  Well, I think she’s a girl; it’s so hard to tell. We actually got to take a couple of short rides for our training, which means that it won’t be long before I can take her out for longer periods of time.  I go down there almost every single afternoon and spend a couple of hours with her when I can.  Naturally, there are always chores down there to be done too because it seems like they don’t have enough people in the area to get everything done.  That’s okay; I don’t mind a little extra work.

I know that since we got away from the military, Naton and I have really enjoyed being in Pandaria a lot more.  Oh sure, we work hard on the farm, however, we also get to go wandering around the countryside exploring.  This is truly a beautiful land and I hope the war stops before they ruin it all.

Oh, we never forget the dangers that can still be lurking out there and sometimes we have stumbled upon Sha-infested beasts that we have put out of their misery.  At least the hides are good although we carefully dispose of the meat so that nothing else will get touched with the taint.  Poor animals act so miserable and not like they normally would behave.

Oh, we’ve gone fishing; hunting and have even tried some of that archeology stuff that Zippie was so crazy about back in Orgrimmar.  It’s a good way to bring in extra money that we can use to fix up the farm.  The faster we get the farm fixed up, the faster we can get Mom and the boys up here to live too.

I know that it felt good to be able to go home to visit for a few days and I did run into some of my old friends there and I think that everyone is upset about how things have happened in Orgrimmar. Well, it never was a great place to start with, however, since the Kor’kon have started standing guard over everyone and everything, it sure doesn’t make you want to stay there for very long at all.  Supposedly all of the construction is finished and it is still just as nosy and dirty as it ever was.  Naton and I didn’t spend a whole lot of time there at all even if we did stop at the Inn for some mead before we headed over to the Bluffs.

What is really weird about the whole thing is that everyone knows that there is a rebellion going on and some of the people act as if there is nothing happening and then you have the groups that are speaking openly of overthrowing Hellscream.  Well, we just stay away from the people talking about that sort of thing because we don’t want to end up in one of those prison camps that I am sure are out there somewhere.  Yes, Mom is right, if we don’t say anything and keep our heads tucked down, we can get through the city fairly quickly and avoid any trouble, which is what we will be doing anytime we go through there again.

At least now we can come and go as we want and we’ve even seen Mr. Morningstar a few times in the market place and he is always nice enough to stop and chat with us a bit even though he is a busy man.  The last time that we talked he said that he was thinking about opening an office here in Pandaria, which wouldn’t be a bad thing from my perspective because that means that we could get our contracts and deliver our goods here in Pandaria instead of going back to Kalimdor.  I think it would be awesome although Naton kind of wrinkled his nose at the idea.

I can’t say the last time that I recall things being so pleasant for us because it was so long ago.  I just hope that we can avoid the troubles here in Pandaria and just enjoy our lives as the Earth Mother intended.  I know that I am thankful every day that we are free from having to fight this fight that none of us really believes in.  From what I can see it’s one man’s greed that is driving the whole thing and with the people around that want to remove him from power, I’m sure that it will end soon.  I know that pray fervently every night that the war will end and our people can be as they were – I don’t even care who the new Warchief might be over the Horde, I just pray that it is someone that has more intelligence and isn’t one that feels compelled to kill everything that isn’t an Orc.

Oh well, time for me to get started on the farm chores so I can go see my little dragon this afternoon.  Oh she is going to miss me for a couple of days because Naton and I are going to go do some mining for ore so that we can open up the forge full tilt to all the people in Halfhill.  I know that Naton is anxious to get busy with that – he enjoys working at the forge and he enjoys talking to the people that happen to stop by for business or just to talk.  He really is very sociable for a Death Knight and people don’t seem to fear him like they used too in the past.

Mahamura

One Happy Tauren…


May 30th

Dear Journal,

Yesterday was indeed a wonderful day for Naton and I.  We finally made the trek through the Jade Forest and came into the Valley of Four Winds – what a beautiful place this has turned out to be.  It reminds me very much of the rolling hills in Mulgore and makes me even more homesick than I was before.  Naton seemed to be very pleased with where we had gotten.

The best thing that happened yesterday is that we were finally able to make it to Halfhill.  It is a very large farming community and I have never seen such huge vegetables.  My Mom would be so pleased to see all of the growing things in the valley and the herbs that she could gather are very plentiful.  We, meaning Naton and I really were happy to see a farming area – it is going to make our lives a whole lot better.  Oh, we had good food while we were traveling, however, it isn’t the same as the fresh produce that we will have here.

We were wandering the market and looking at the fare that the vendors were selling and wondering if we should splurge and buy some of the items when we ran into Mr. Morningstar.  He really seemed very happy to see us there almost as happy as we were to see him.  He had the biggest smile on his face and invited us to his farm.  Yes, he even has a farm here in Pandaria, who would have thought that a rich Sindorei would be interested in having a home here and actually having to work the land like the rest of us?

Anyway, Mr. Morningstar was full of all kinds of good news and surprises for us both.  First of all, he gave us some money, which will make life much easier for us and then he gave us a deed to a little farm not very far from his – it isn’t much but it’s a start and a place that Naton and I can call home when we are here in Pandaria.  I think the best news of all was that Mr. Morningstar got us released from the service – that means no more orders to follow other than what might be handed down from on High and we have the right to choose whether we want to do it or not.  At least we won’t have to hear some Orc screaming at us anymore to hurry up, which is like being released from a prison. Of course, we will honor the Oath that we took to the Horde when our Chief sent us off to fight the war, however, the way that this has been arranged, it’s almost like being normal again. He gave us some papers to carry with us in case we are ever get stopped and questioned about why we aren’t in the army – well, we’re mercenaries now and we work for Morningstar Enterprises, just like before when we would take those kind of contracts.

Now we can go home and visit Mom whenever we want and for as long as we want.  This was very good news because I know that Naton and I both have been very worried about being this far away from our family in the Bluff- Mom isn’t a young cow and we always worry that she is going to get ill and we aren’t going to be able to take care of her although Nahai and Tahfal are there with her all of the time. I don’t know about how Naton really feels about it but I feel like I have had a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.

Well, it seems that the rumors we had heard while we were traveling through the countryside were true and that the Orcs and Trolls are fighting one another.  It’s a rebellion against the Warchief – which doesn’t surprise me at all.  Of course, now we will have to watch our backs not only from the Alliance but we’ll have to be careful around people in our own faction.  Mr. Morningstar said it was very serious and the we should be cautious and not talk to anyone about what is going on unless we really trust them.  That shouldn’t be too much of a problem for Naton and I because we don’t usually talk to many people anyway other than a few other Tauren that we’ve met since we’ve been here. I don’t think that they would say anything because they hate this war as much as we do.  I guess there is actually fighting going on in the Barrens with the Kor’kon – that doesn’t surprise me all that much because of the fact that they are just robots controlled by their Orc Warchief.  I never have trusted the Orcs, even when I was home, because they are always mean and they smell bad.

We were both shocked about Dalaran and the things that went on there with that Lady Proudmore and how she has driven all of the people out of there.  Well, I guess we shouldn’t be all that surprised with that bit of news because Mr. Morningstar moved his offices from there back to Orgrimmar a while ago because he felt that it was safer for his family to be away from that city.  He’s a smart man, always has been since I’ve known him.  It’s not true what they say about the Blood Elves because Mr. Morningstar has always been good to us and never has treated us unfairly since we’ve been working for him.  Now, he’s the next best thing to being our Chief as Baine is, in my eyes.  I know that he is the one that has always made sure that we doing okay and we were able to take care of our Mother the way that she should be.

Naton and I walked over to our farm after we got finished talking with the Boss – it seems funny to think of him as the Boss again.  It isn’t much and the house is going to have to have a lot of work done on it before it’s really livable, however, it’s ours and we have the deed for it in our hands.  Naton was really smiling when he saw the new forge and anvil there already, another present from Mr. Morningstar. I know that we have worked for him for a very long time, however, this generosity has really surprised us both.

I’m actually sitting in the house right now as I write in my journal.  There isn’t any furniture and the roof looks like it might leak, however, it’s ours and it’s going to be home for us.  After we get things fixed up a little bit more maybe we can get our Mother up here too – it would be a nice change for her and maybe it might help her live a much longer life.  Of course, I’m sure that Nahai and Tahfal will want to come with her, they really aren’t going to get too far away from her.

I just know that I am one happy Tauren.  I have everything that a girl could want up here in Pandaria with the exception of a mate, which will happen in time and I’m going to be real picky about that.  I’m a Tauren of some means now, not just someone plodding along.  I know Naton was already banging away at his forge last night until I yelled at him and reminded him that some of us have to sleep.   I guess I should get up from the floor that I am sitting on and start doing some work outside so we can get this place ready to live in. Praise the Earth Mother for all of the bounties that have been given to us!

Mahamura

Thoughts In Pandaria


May 10th

Dear Journal,

Oh, I really enjoyed getting to spend some time with the family, it’s hard to believe that it’s already been a month ago.  A whole month and yet it only seems like yesterday.  It was nice to see my brothers again and especially my Mother, poor Mooma.  She is definitely getting older, although there are times that she still surprises us all with the things that she can do for the tribe. She and the two boys at home will be fine while Naton and I are here in Pandaria, honoring our allegiance to the Horde, although we would both much rather be home.

Naton and I were taking our meal in Honeydew Village when I heard someone calling for “Sadheart” – my brother’s name that was given to him by the Lich King.  The look on poor Naton’s face was indeed a visual display of that name. I sometimes think that he almost forgets his time under the control of that evil monster and almost thinks of himself as just being Naton Cloudhoof, hunter for the tribe and eldest son of Mooma Cloudhoof.  I think he misses being at home almost as much as I do.

I know when we took our time away from Pandaria, he spent most of his time at the forge, helping the small group of people there that sought him out.  You could almost see him smile as he worked and chatted with some of them.  Then, we had to report back to do our duty and he was reminded once again that he is a killing machine, a Death Knight, not of his own choosing. Oh well, we all have burdens to bear and with the blessings of the Earth Mother, we will both survive this too.  At least we have one another here in the Jade Forest.

We were discussing the people that we had met so far since we have been here and how closely the Pandaren philosophy seems to be very similar to our beliefs with the Earth Mother.  If it weren’t for the family back in Thunderbluff, I think that Naton and I would be very happy here.  The land is rich and the game is plentiful.  Naton says that he’s never seen so many rich ore veins to mine and the forges here are always running hot with the work being done day and night.  Good thing that Naton likes his blacksmithing trade as much as he does.  He does say that it’s not nearly as fulfilling here in Pandaria as it was at home because he knew he was helping our tribe and its people.

Yes, there is a war going on, as to why that is, I don’t think that I understand the reasoning behind it much less why our Chief had us come here to help that Orc Warchief, the murderer that he is.  I know I must find it in myself to put those thoughts behind me and do my duty, however, I do question the real reason as to why we are here.

At least the Pandaren are a peace loving group of people that we have met so far.  Yes, they have taken up the fight to protect their homes and families, although they aren’t sure which group is actually here to let them live their lives as they see fit.  They fight for home and family, we fight because our Chief is supporting the Horde as he sees fit.  Oh, I’ll quit grumbling, I just don’t agree with the politics of the Horde.

I have seen many deaths since we have been here in Pandaria, however, the one thing that I have also seen is that our people are returned home for a proper burial in Mulgore.  I would hate to think that our remains would be left here in this strange land and not have the proper mourning and burial when our souls have gone to be with the Earth Mother.  No, at least our dead are given the proper respect.  I did make Naton promise that if something happened to me that I would be given the proper rites and burial amongst our people.

I think I must be feeling sad today because my mind keeps going home to my family and loved ones while my body must be here in this land. I miss the rolling hills of Mulgore, the mountains, the lakes where I once frolicked with my friends.  I miss my friends, the way we would all laugh and try to decide what we were going to wear to our next Story Circle gathering by the fire.  Oh, those were fun times and very much an educational time for us all to remember and learn the traditions of not only the Tauren but the other races as well.  Yes, I remember those times with a certain amount of sadness.

One of the things is that I miss being able to get together with my female friends and we would just laugh and talk about the handsome young bulls and which flowers made the best perfumes.  I may be a huntress by trade, however, I am still very much a female.  I remember our planning a trip, just us girls, going to Un’Goro to take mud baths because we were told that it would make us more beautiful – all I ever found that it did for me was to make my hooves a bit more glossy, however, the smell was unbelievable. Oh, that sulphur smell took days to get out of my coat.  Yes, we were all young then and really didn’t have a care in the world, although there were times that we thought that we had the all of the burdens.  We were young then.  Oh what am I saying, I’m still young, there have not been that many seasons that I have seen pass that I can’t take joy in the changes.

There are many of our people here in Pandaria. We have shown ourselves to be very strong in battle and have also shown some of the other races here that the Tauren have a bond amongst ourselves that will make it very plain to the Leaders of this new Horde that we are a power to be reckoned with.  I have seen so many different races here, however, I feel that we as a people will stand strong for our people and the Tauren will not be forced into being nothing more than cannon fodder for this Warchief.

Ah, well, there is no reason for me to question these things.  The Earth Mother guides my path and if is her will, so be it.

 

Mahamura 

 

 

 

 

 

An Old Woman’s Thoughts


March 5th

Dear Journal,

It’s been a very long time since I have written in my journal – a very long time.  I think that the reason that I feel like writing at the moment is that my home feels very empty.  Some of my children are still living here at home, however, my two eldest have gone away – my son, Naton and my daughter, Mahamura.

I miss them, however, they have to follow the path that the Earth Mother has given them to follow even if their old Mother disagrees with them. I can understand why Mahamura felt the need to go adventuring in this new land called Panderia – she was ordered to go there by our Chieftain, however, I am still curious as to why Naton went.

He’s already given up his life once, I don’t understand why he wants to put what life he has in jeopardy again.  Oh, I’ve seen some of the tribes people look at him askance because of his condition and they try to avoid him sometimes even though they clamor for his blacksmithing skills at the forge.

To me, he’s no different than he was before he became a Death Knight.   That was no more his fault than it was mine that his Father and I were captured by the Grimtotem and held as slaves for all of those years.  My poor boy lost his life trying to find us and was raised by an unholy man to serve under the banner of the Lich King.  My son, my oldest son, it breaks my heart, however, to me – he’s not dead, he’s not this Sadheart – he’s still Naton Cloudhoof, son of Mooma Cloudhoof.

I have noticed that a lot of our young people are gone these days and I am assuming that they are off fighting this war for the Horde.  This is not what they were raised for, this is not the Tauren way, however, it is something that our Chief says that we must do.  I hate to see all of our young people going off to fight a war that really has no reason to be in these old eyes.  At least I still have my two youngest sons still at home with me, Nahai and Tahfal.  They can at least give me some comfort in my old age.

I’m sitting here questioning everything tonight in these predawn hours.  Where are all of the young people, where have all the flowers gone, where are some of my old friends?  The young people are off fighting a war for the Horde, the flowers are gone because it is wintertime,  you old silly woman,  and my old friends have gone to lie in the arms of the Earth Mother.

I know that I upset Nahai and Tahfal tonight when we were having our evening meal because I kept saying how much I missed their siblings.  Naturally, Tahfal tells me that it is Light and the word of the Earth Mother that they are gone for a while – it doesn’t mean that they will be gone forever. How does he know this?  I wait every day to get a letter or see a messenger in Thunder Bluff, expecting them to tell me that my children are in the arms of the Earth Mother. 

I guess I’m just being a cranky old woman and I want my children here with me. There may be glory and there may be money to be made in this war – however, when it tears my family apart, I have to question the Chieftain’s judgment. All I see is some crazed Orc sending all of the races off to fight this war to give him more power and riches – I see other parents sitting by the funeral pyres, covered in ashes and mourning the loss of their children.  I don’t want to be one of those parents.

Maybe one of these days, Nahai, Tahfal and I will go visit this strange land even if it is only to find their siblings.  I may be too old to some people, however, my skills in herbing and as an inscriptionist would be needed in this new land.  I would like to see this place and it’s strange people. I would like to see this place and my children together again.

Mooma Cloudhoof