Still Hidden…


September 19th

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Solerin Dawnshadow

Traveling Goblin…


September 4th

Dear Journal,

I think that Zippie and I will have a nice long discussion when I get back from this trip she sent me on with the contracts.  I don’t mind the money, that’s a real perk, what I do mind is the way that things just seem to be spread out from one end of Kalimdor to the other.  Go to this place to pick up this ore and then go to another place to pick up some more so that I can fill my engineering contracts.  Luckily for me, travel time is not a problem because I can just make my own portals to go back to wherever I choose.  I suppose I ought to be thankful that she doesn’t have me traipsing to Pandaria to chase down the Boss’s sister for something or other – we still haven’t collected all of the money that she promised to pay back  with interest that she borrowed before she went on her latest trip.

Right now I am spending a lot of my time in Orgrimmar with some of my buddies, which really shouldn’t please Zippie all that much because she knows how we all like to drink and sometimes just taunt the heck out of the mooks that are here in the city.  No, I’m not going to get drunk enough to go moon Garrosh again and get thrown into jail, that was not a pleasant experience and almost got my butt sent to a labor camp.

One of the bonuses for the trip has been me finding a girlfriend of sorts.  Her name Fizzap and she has beautiful blonde hair and is a goblin – can’t see me with any other kind actually.  Anyway, she and I have been spending a lot of company together here in the slums of Orgrimmar, partying and just enjoying things as they come along.  She has a great sense of humor and she really knows how to make money on her own – that’s my kind of woman.  Anyway, I don’t mind the female company because it has been a long time since I have had a girlfriend, well, not since we had to leave Kazan.  The only drawback that I can see that might get people upset with my relationship is the fact that she is a warlock.

Heck, I thought that Fizz was just another mage.  I mean she knows a lot of the same stuff that I do and she can throw her magic around just like I do only hers seems to linger quite a bit longer.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on the taint that seemed to surround things until I actually saw her transform when we were out in the Barrens together.   Could have knocked me over with a feather when that came to pass.  I’ll admit that it was a bit of a turn-off for a while, however, we talked about it and we’ve decided that we’re just not going to tell anyone what she is.  I mean it could get a bit dicey when I decide to take her back to Silvermoon with me.  You know, for all the magic that surrounds Silvermoon and the residual effects of the fel magic that seem to crop up now and again, those folks have little to no tolerance for warlocks.   I’ve seen some things that have happened to warlocks in Silvermoon and I can tell you that none of it has been pleasant or I wouldn’t think it was.

I know that it’s nice to have Fizz along with me too when I’m out traveling, she’s a much better cook than I am and she’s someone that I can talk with. I haven’t told Zippie a thing about me seeing a girl because I know that she and Dooddah both would make a trip to Orgrimmar just to check things out.  I know those two really complain to me about how much I drink and all that, however, I know that they get a bit jealous every now and then when they think I am not paying them enough attention.  They have been like that since they were little girls and they latched onto their Uncle Zednick.

Let’s see, I’ve seen enough of the Stonetalon area to last me for a while and I swear those Thunder Lizards just seem to be drawn to me like a magnet.  I’ve gotten zapped a few times and I will admit that it does get old after a while.  Of course the mining is pretty good there even with the spiders and the Alliance wandering around like they owned the place.  I have seen more humans in the last month and not as many Night Elves as I might have thought I’d see up there.  Okay, I’ve had a few run-ins with the humans out there and it wasn’t because I started it.  I know that they stomp around and think that they are all big, bad and awesome, however, they can’t keep up with a fast moving goblin mage.  I can deal with the Night Elves, however, I do wish the humans would go back to Stormwind and they can take the Worgen with them.

I know that I hate to get into a running battle with a Worgen because they have some speed on them and I can move as fast as I want, even try to sneak away from where they are.  If they are in their human form, which is bad enough, and then they are in their worgen form, well, let’s just say that they can smell me from a mile away.  I’m sending the company a bill for the two robes that I have ruined doing their contract work for them and they had better pay up. No, I didn’t get hurt, just got some cloth torn and a couple of scratches from not blinking away fast enough.

I’ve got some contracts to fill where I have to get the materials from Desolace, Feralas and the Southern Barrens.  I do wish the girl had gotten a bit more organized with stuff because I do want to go back to Silvermoon now and again.  I like hanging out with my buddies where we can talk shop all we want and compare inventions, however, there is just something that makes me feel a bit more comfortable when I am in Silvermoon.  Could be the house that we live in and I have a real bed to sleep in.

Zednick Prattfall

The Joys of Family Life…


* Warning – some swearing and explicit descriptions – please do not read if you’re easily offended.*

 

 

 

July 9th

Yo Book!!

Whatever in the hell are some of my friends thinking?  Sometimes it’s hard to tell friends from foes these days especially when you’re not around to watch the fuckers constantly.  It seems that someone had the brass balls to tell Faendra that I was living in the main farming area of Halfhill and now, I’m pretty damned fucking sure that she will start stalking in earnest when she has the time to spare away from her duties.  Hope she never gets any time off because it sounds like she is a miserable Ranger – which ought to make her brother real proud of that kind of thing showing up in the family lineage.  Let’s hope that he doesn’t really care and has washed his hands of the situation entirely.

Well, I’m not going to dwell on that shit right now because I have more important things to think about and more things to enjoy in life than to wonder about the antics of some lunatic woman that has chosen to make “me” one of her life’s goals – ain’t gonna happen biotch!

Anyway, I’m sitting here with a huge smile on my face this morning because Mirrin finally called me Dada.  Stupid, I know, however, there are times that I just can’t help myself when it comes to my little daughter.  She can make my heart melt with just a smile or the way that she will laugh at me when I am deliberately trying to get her to do so – I love her laugh, kind of sounds like a goblin’s laugh, only smaller.

Romy and I still haven’t gotten married yet because we haven’t made the decision of when and where, however, I don’t really need a piece of paper telling me of my commitment to her or the baby. I just think that we should go ahead and get it over with because I heard a few comments when I was carrying Mirrin around in the market the other day that totally displeased me.   My daughter is not a bastard, she was just born before we got married, that’s all, however, I know how the people of Silvermoon can be when it comes to birthrights and so forth.  I don’t want anyone daring to cast aspersions on my little girl when she gets old enough to mingle with the people in Silvermoon.

I know how it felt when I went to Silvermoon as an orphan from Shattrath.  I was practically a full grown man at that point and some of the things that were said to me and about me really did sting in the worst way – I won’t let my little girl go through that.  Fnor was one of the lucky ones, he got a family to adopt him and give him a family name that he could be comfortable with – my family name that I use may not be the proper one anyway since it was made up by the matrons in Shatt.

I can’t force Romy to marry me, however, the weeks and months are going by and I see Mirrin growing up and the thoughts of not actually having that piece of paper really is starting to weigh on my mind.  I know that we can get married up here in Pandaria and get the paperwork filed in Silvermoon.  That way there would be no muss and fuss – no dresses, no robes and all the expenses that go along with that business.   We’ve already discussed getting married and then having the party at a later date – that works perfectly for me.  I guess I need to press Romy for a day when she wants to do that so that we can make arrangements to have a few days off to ourselves for a honeymoon of sorts – I like the idea of staying close here in Pandaria and letting Mooma take care of the baby for those few days.  It shouldn’t’ be too much of a bother for her, elf babies are like Tauren babies, only a lot smaller…and no hooves.

I will have to admit that I am liking the idea more and more about the warehouse here in Pandaria because it would mean that I’d have no reason to go to Silvermoon unless it was to visit my sister or if I wanted to attend some social gathering.  I think that Fnor has the right idea, however, I don’t think that he has thought about the personnel it will take to run the place properly – I don’t like the thought of combining his warehouse and his wife’s company’s warehouse together though because I think that that is asking for trouble.  Things are pretty relaxed up here in Pandaria, however, I don’t think that the nuances of combining the two together have really hit him in the head yet – we are not exactly “neutral” up here yet and I don’t foresee that coming anytime in the near future.  There still is a war going on, silly friend of mine.  Let Amyn have a warehouse in the same area or nearby, however, do not put them together in one building, foolish move, my man.

One of the reasons that we’ve delayed getting married and taking a honeymoon is that Mirrin is teething and Romy is trying to wean her from breastfeeding.  Makes for some interesting times and a cranky colic-stricken child until we find just the right mixture to replace the milk that Romy is still producing in huge amounts.  From the male point of view, I like the breast feeding and the size difference it made, however, I think it’s time for a change.   Poor little Mirrin really seems to be trying to get all of her teeth at once too, which means that either Romy or I end up walking the floors with her at night to sooth her and try to bring her some comfort.  I think it is really wearing on Romy’s nerves a bit, that’s why I try to help out as much as possible.  I know that Romy has been talking with some of the Pandaren ladies in regard to formulas as well as to our healer – I hope they find something soon, I think Romy and I both need the break and some sleep.

I know it’s probably silly of me, however, as I watch little Mirrin growing by leaps and bounds, I’m really tempted to talk to Romy about having a baby again.  I’ve kind of changed my mind a little bit about boys and I think that I would like to have a son.  No, I don’t mean slam-bam right now making a baby, however, sometime in the very near future so that the two kids can grow up together like Felessa and I did, kind of.  I don’t mind practicing in making babies at all, if Mirrin would stay asleep right now, I know where I’d be – practicing.

Well, I suppose I ought to get off my duff and make some breakfast for Romy and myself before I head back out and start working in the fields today.  Yes, it’s my turn to do the field work and hope that Jogu isn’t totally wasted today.  I’d also like to take the girls to the Jade Temple for some laundry, fishing and maybe a light picnic for dinner.

Fnar Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria

 

 

 

 

Why Do I Have To Change?


June 18th

Dear Journal,

I am so angry that I could cry and I don’t that anyone would care.  I just got back from getting a dressing down by that peasant of a Commander in Krasarang that told me that I needed to shape up and get with the program with the rest of the Rangers or I could leave.  And…and, the only reason that I haven’t been kicked out yet is because of the fact that I am related to Commander Morningstar and they expected much more from me due to that relationship. I’m not my adopted brother, whatever he is known for is not of my doing and I surely would not be able to come up with his career as a Ranger, get real people!!

So, now I have two weeks to show them that I am truly Ranger material or I will get shipped back to Silvermoon in disgrace.  Yes, I said Silvermoon.  It seems that my brother has been writing to some of his friends here in Krasarang and if I happen to wash out, I will be returned to his “custody” – what the heck does that mean, I’m a woman fully grown and I sure don’t need to be escorted back to Silvermoon in shame and to be married off to some fop there. With the current situation being what it is with my brother and I, I don’t think that it would be a good idea.

I thought about packing up my stuff and heading out on my own, however, I found out what the penalties are for desertion and I don’t think that is something that I want to endure.  Prison for years, possible hard labor and then, the final one was a real curtailment – “in times of war, a deserter will be tried and sentenced to death” – well, I think we’re still at war, so, that’s not an option.

I’ve gotten myself into a fine mess and I have no one to fall back on for support.  I can’t ask my brother to help because of the way that I left and I owe him quite a bit of money, not to mention, I am not going to apologize for running away and trying to find the man that I love in this Light Forsaken place either.

I was told that I needed to adjust my attitude towards my comrades and start doing my share of the menial chores and if that means cleaning the latrines, so be it, do it and don’t make a fuss about it because it is beneath me – which it is.  I am supposed to be cooperative with my commanders and I am supposed to make friends with the other Rangers in order to build better team cohesion.  Well, okay, I can fake being friends, that’s not the problem, however, this cooperation thing is going to take some work and I don’t see why I have to do it.  It’s like they are trying to make an example of me and I think that is unfair.

Well, I do know that I am tired of not getting any time off so that I can go to the Valley of Four Winds and try to find Dawnglory.  If I do what I am supposed to do and cooperate with everyone and everything, I should get some time off next week – I plan on getting two days off so I can get to the Valley and look around.  I have visited the place, that Halfhill place once since my arrival but it was such a quick trip, I couldn’t find out anything at all and I was with a group of other Rangers picking up supplies.  I thought I saw that woman of Dawnglory’s, however, I’m not sure but she had a brat in her arms that I might assume is theirs. I’ve never met her before, I can only go by the descriptions of the red hair, wide hips and the fact that she used to be a Ranger before she bought her way out with Dawnglory and she works for my brother now too.

I don’t think that I need to really “change” the way that I think or how I feel about things, I just have to learn how to mask my feelings a bit more.  Now, I have to suck up to these other girls and make them think that I was just in a bad mood all of this time and that I am really friendly.  Oh, I don’t know how well that is going to work out either because I have been pretty nasty to a couple of the more popular ones that live in my tent. I know that I am on a totally different social plane than most of these people and I resent having to step down to their level, which is something I would never do in Silvermoon.  I know I have the breeding and I did have the wealth to back me up when I was living on Fnor’s money, now, I have to make do with what I was able to scrounge and what I make as a Ranger, which is next to nothing.

I think that I saw one of the Forsaken that works for my brother snooping around the camp today and I did all that I could to avoid her.  Also, I have seen Felaran’s boyfriend here too.  What is this place, the central gathering spot for people that want to check out other people?  If Ty finds out that I am here, I’m sure that he will tell Felaran and then the trouble will really start because I know her temper and she won’t be pleased that I have lied and cheated my way to Pandaria to begin with.

Faendra Morningstar

 

Just Waiting For Someone…


June 16th

Dear Journal,

Well, I guess my sister is up to her “surprises” again and I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I had decided that I needed to take a trip to Orgrimmar to pay the rent for a few more months so that she could stay there without having to worry about that and to head over to Silvermoon to turn in my stock and get my money for that from Zippie. I was also going to check on her status as to how soon she thought she would want to make the trip to Pandaria.

I got to the house and it was locked up and the locks had been changed.  Naturally, I went over to see the landlord and he told me that my sister had the locks changed, however, he did have the keys and was kind enough to give me one.  He also told me that she left yesterday to join me in Pandaria.  Well, I guess she didn’t need my money to help her get there, right.  Of course, I knew that she was working herself to death, for the second and final time maybe, so that she could get up there and she is on her way already.  At least she left the house in good shape, it was all cleaned up and I could tell she had been at her handy work because there were curtains on the kitchen window, all girly and stuff.

I did go ahead and head over to Silvermoon via the Zep and portal to Silvermoon to see Zippie.  I guess that Zippie has been in Pandaria for a while too, however, she is back doing her job as per usual.  It does sound like she had a good time and I do wish that I had known that she was there because I would have enjoyed her company and would have been happy to show her around a little bit too. I was real happy to leave my products at the warehouse and to walk out of there with a full pouch of gold too.  That’s always a good feeling and I headed to the bank to put the majority of it away.

Of course, I know that I know that it is going to take some adjustment on my part to get used to her being in Pandaria and living with me for a while because she really does like to keep things neat and in order and I’m not one to care all that much.  Naturally, I’m sure that she will want to give the place a good cleaning when she gets here and I will welcome that too because I’m not tall that domestic these days – just haven’t been interested in it.   At least I have some new furniture and the stove works real well – the house doesn’t leak and I think that we will have plenty of room to live there without bumping into one another all of the time.

Her coming up here will be nice even if it means that I will have to be careful about walking around barefoot in the house for a while because when she gets into one of sewing moods, she usually has pins scattered all over the floor.  Okay, I may have bony feet, however, that doesn’t mean that they like being pin cushions either.

I really am kind of sad that she had left Orgrimmar already because I had planned on spending a couple of days there and now I’ve rushed back to Halfhill and she’s not here yet although when I did arrive there were several boxes on the front steps, I stored those under the house so that they wouldn’t get rained on and possibly ruin what was inside though.   Guess I’ll just hang around the farm until she shows up and then chew her out for not letting me know she was coming – it would have been nice to have something special for her on her first night here.  I do know how to cook somewhat and I can still go to the market and get some things to make a welcoming meal, if I only knew what time she was going to get here.

 

Hazey

 

 

Learning To Care…


May 24th

Dear Journal,

After returning from one of our many trips out into the Jade Forest with some of the newer and I might also mention untrained recruits that have come our way to introduce to the perils of Pandaria, I thought that I saw Felaran’s sister amongst the group that I was traveling with – however, there are quite a few redheads, this one stood out because she was too busy pouting about the filth and the uncouth way that the Rangers she was with were conducting themselves.  Sure did sound like her, all haughty and full of angst.  I honestly don’t think that I will mention it to Fel just yet, I’ll wait to see what happens in the next few days because I am sure that I will be getting assigned to them again – why me, well, my temperament is such that I am considered a bit easy going for a Death Knight.  Fel’s temper seems to flare with some of the new people and I guess that it’s best that I take on the duty rather than have her going on after we go home about how stupid some of these people can be.

I guess Fel is still disappointed as I am about the fact that even if we wanted to get married, the authorities in Silvermoon have turned down our applications because we’re “dead” and unable to reproduce an heir to our family name.  Well, hello, we just wanted a piece of paper that would tell the world that we’re together, not that we were going to be going at it like bunnies to make babies – we do go at it quite a bit because we can, however, we’re just as happy with raising FuzzButt as our child, even if he is a cat.  We may be part of the unliving of this world, however, that doesn’t mean that we have no feelings for one another and would have liked to formalize it in some way.   I honestly think that if we had more gold between us, some coins could have crossed hands and we would have that piece of paper now, however, Fel’s temper got the best of her and I don’t think that a Magister has been called as many names in such a short amount of time either – poor fellow was turning various shades of red that almost went to purple a few times.   Maybe we can try again in a few weeks after the tempers have cooled down a little bit more and maybe I’ll suggest that I do the talking this time.

I made our wedding rings – very intricate jade pieces with the runes of our blades carved delicately into each one – hers on mine and mine on hers – we thought that it would make for some interesting topics of conversation as well as showing that we’re not ashamed of what we are either.  Death Knights are indeed a special breed and we know it – there is no harm in taking pride in it any longer, it wasn’t a choice that we willingly made anyway.

Oh, I do wish that some of the living could share some of the feelings that we have sometimes.  There is nothing more fulfilling or as loving with Death Knights to be in a battle, shoulder to shoulder, our Rune Blades singing in harmony as we cut down our foes – the feelings that we both get from that is more akin to what some of the living have to wait for some very intimate and intense moments  – we take joy in our work like no other sentient being can or ever will have the ability to do so.  When that Blades hunger to be fed and that appetite is quenched, there is nothing more gratifying to the two of us – we gain that feeling of peace and we also gain a lot more between the two of us.  I wish that I had the words to explain how it feels because until Fel and I started working together, I never felt that before.  It is akin to having sex and not at the same time.

I suppose some would find it odd that Death Knights are capable of loving – we are.  It’s not the same as it would be with the living, however, there are times that I wonder if it isn’t more intense in a lot of ways.  I know that Fel has taught me so much about being “alive” again than I would have ever found out about on my own  – I tended to stay to myself to avoid the stigma that some of my brethren have brought upon us through no fault of their own.  To say that she has taught me how to “live” again is just something that has happened – I now have emotions that I thought were lost to me, they make me feel more alive and more in touch with the living than I have had since the day I became aware of the killing machine that I have become.

Yes, I get a lot of teasing from people about my cat, FuzzButt, and that’s okay.  He’s taught me how to be more gentle and caring with the smaller things in life.  I learned how to make him purr and I have learned how to play again.  I’m not sure that I knew much about playing when I was alive, however, playing with this little cat has taught me how to be gentle again, which I am sure that Felaran probably appreciates.

I still have thoughts flash through my mind of my past life – some of the evil that I had done – I also catch glimpses of what might have been my family in my past life.  I keep seeing an older couple in my thoughts that might have been my parents, I’m not sure.   Maybe the Lich King’s minions did the right thing in wiping our memories, however, I wonder how much of that was to make us more capable of killing everything in our paths while we were under his control and not feel the guilt that most of humanity would have felt, I don’t know.   I don’t think that I will ever understand all of the reasoning behind it.   There are times that I find myself rather envious of Felaran’s memories and her ability to have a family surrounding here while I have nothing to cling too of my past life.  Luckily, I suppose, she gives me the stability that I had been missing as well as erasing that loneliness that I had endured for so many years before I met her.   She has taught me what it means to love and care about someone again – this I will always be thankful for.

One of the things that I have started doing since we bought our farm is to produce more of the jewelry that people seem to like.  Rings, necklaces and some very delicate pieces that can only be described as home decorations.  I can take real joy and pride in my work as I see them getting sold almost as soon as I finish them.  Felaran always laughs and chuckles at me when she sees me with my face buried in my work, the delicate pieces keep my mind occupied with the way that they seem to almost tell me how to cut the stones or wrought the gold to embellish them.   At least at the farm, I have my own space for my workbench and Fel likes to come over and look at some of the pieces – she actually helped me design our wedding rings.  Oh yes, hers was definitely the harder of the two to make because it is so tiny, however, it is beautiful  – yes, we are going to wear them even if Silvermoon doesn’t recognize the fact that we’re man and wife, we do.

Oh yes, I did ask her brother for her hand in marriage and he gave his permission although I will have to admit that his facial expression gave away his feelings.  I suppose he never  thought that Death Knights could care for one another, however, we can and do.  That poor fellow has his own crosses to bear with his relationships too – his wife in another faction, his sons being raised in a different kind of race and will never be able to grace his home with their presence in Silvermoon unless they sneak in.  Love has its own way of torturing our souls, if we truly have them, and making us do the things that we do.  Even Death Knights know what it is to suffer the loss of friends.  Ah well, I wax nostalgic here and it’s just wasting time that I need to be spending on some work that I have been commissioned to do.

A crown?  Not a tiara, mind you, a crown that symbolizing some kind of royalty.  Ah well, if it’s a crown that this woman wants, it will be a crown that she will get, however, she is going to have to be forthcoming with some gold before I can truly start the heavy work on it.  That means another meeting in Silvermoon and another discussion of what she requires.  She actually makes me feel uneasy when we are talking, there is just an air around her that makes me feel that she isn’t what she presents to the public eye.

Some of the runes that she wants in her design make me feel extremely uncomfortable because it’s not something that I would think that a mage would have knowledge of.  No, I haven’t discussed this with Felaran although she is aware of the commission and the money forthcoming, however, she might be a bit put off with the way that this woman acts when she’s around me.  A few passes, a few hints and some blatant winks – no, I’m not interested in this living woman and I need to find a more diplomatic way in trying to make her understand that.

Ah well, time to head back to the Jade Forest and try to get some of the recruits to understand that they don’t have to kill everything in the forest all at once – or to lead them back to me to kill for them, that’s not my job.

Ty Ravencrest

 

 

 

Might Be Getting Company In Halfhill …


May 9th

Dear Journal,

Whoa!  I guess with all of my letters and all of my talk of life in Pandaria, my sister Brianca has finally got the bug to leave the Undercity again.  I know she hated Orgrimmar with a passion because she always felt like I had her under a microscope and was constantly chastising her for not doing her fair share, however, she doesn’t think she will feel that way if she comes to Pandaria.  I think that she thinks that it is going to be easy to pick up a farm or something, which it might be.

I know that she has been making money hand over fist with her tailoring and now, she’s called it quits with that guy that was living with her for a while.  He’s still around, however, she just doesn’t want him living with her anymore.  Well, I can’t say that they were living together really – they shared a corner with their coffins in UC and stayed close to one another most of the time, however, he started getting to be real bossy with her and that doesn’t set well with her anyway – nor me.  She thinks that her enchants will go over well up there too, which I am sure that we can use with the company  – we are always scrambling trying to find things and the AH has gotten to where it is so expensive that the majority of us don’t even bother anymore.

I had to laugh when she told me that the real reason she broke it off was because she thinks that he has been going to the black market for “parts” – he had been having some trouble with his feet and she says that the new ones that he had gotten, at a minimal cost must have belonged to a troll or something.  One of the toes actually had a toe-ring on it and she said they looked weird and didn’t suit a Forsaken at all.   Not only that, they smelled and his shoes didn’t fit right, which meant that he thought he needed to go without shoes most of the time.   Ewwww, we all know what kind of stuff a farmer can walk through and we both know what hunters tramp through from time to time too.

I did tell Bri that she could stay with me for a while because I do have the room although the place still isn’t furnished the way that I like it, it would still have room for two coffins even with all of the clutter.   We could get some of those fancy pillows from Silvermoon and throw them on top of them when we aren’t sleeping them – use them as sofas or something.   I’m still working on getting the stove fixed, the roof repaired completely – however, this all takes time and it all takes money.  It will be nice to have her at the farm with me too.   At least I know she doesn’t cheat at playing cards and she won’t be admiring herself in the mirror all of the time either.   Damn, those Blood Elf women are so vain.

Part of me is happy at the thought of having her come to Pandaria and part of me is a bit worried.   It’s not like I have a fella or anything up there and it does get lonely sometimes.  Not too many people like hanging out with the Forsaken.  Hey, we didn’t have a choice in the matter either, however, we don’t really fit with the humans and we’re just kind of hanging with the Horde until the Lady makes up her mind as to what she wants to do.   Sure, the Blood Elves are playing politics with the Regent Lord, we’re still be kind of quiet because who knows if Sylvanas will go nutso like that Jania lady did.   Sometimes these girls are just wrapped too tight in the brain pan.

I still can’t believe what happened with Theramore, however, it was kind of a payback for some of the things that happened in the Barrens with the Tauren – you don’t see Baine getting his knickers all in a bunch and telling that Pinhead Garrosh what to do in Orgrimmar.  Oh well, I’m glad that I’m out of that mess – never did think much of the “new” order of things in Orgrimmar anyway.  You never knew if the Forsaken were going to be used in Garrosh’s war machine as fodder or if he had some other plans.  I just know that I don’t see any letup with what Sylvanas was doing with things either.

At least in Pandaria, I am away from all of that and I’m not in the military because the Boss saw fit to write that letter for me and I didn’t end up going to jail.     Now, when Bri saves up enough money to make the move, I’ll at least have a decent roommate for a while.   I’m not sure that we will have the same schedule like we did before, however, I think it will be nice to have someone to share the expenses with anyway.

I saw Zippie in Halfhill and I think that I saw someone else that we both detest, however, I didn’t point out the redheaded Blood Elf that had been hanging around the market either.   I hope it’s not who I think it is because if it is, all of the trouble back in Silvermoon will have made a leap to Pandaria.

It was really nice to see Zippie and she said that she was taking some time off from the work in the office in Silvermoon.   She needed to get away from that as well as some of the shenanigans that the Princess was pulling.  I know that the Dawnglorys seem to be having a  wonderful time with their little girl – they haven’t gotten married yet, however, I don’t think that there would be any real big rush on that either.   I know that Dawnglory couldn’t’ deny the baby being his even if he wanted too, she looks just like him.  I know that I really kind of envy them their relationship, however, I’m sure there are some drawbacks with being alive and living with someone.  Never really thought about it, babies are nice but they make noise and let’s not even go where the diaper thing might be more than a bit unpleasant.

Hazey Smythe