Meanwhile…Back In Stormwind


June 9th

Dear Journal,

While it can be said that I enjoy working for Shadowmoon Enterprises, I’m not so sure that I enjoy having to deal with this little frog person from Morningstar Enterprises when I am in Shattrath.  Her voice, oh by the Light, her voice makes my teeth hurt and the language – it’s so crude sounding when she speaks Common, which she has a limited vocabulary at best.  At least we’re not together all of the time, we just happen to run into one another in Shattrath from time to time. Zippie, what a ridiculous name that is and the surname isn’t too far from wrong with it being Prattfall – she does seem to do that frequently, in my opinion.

I suppose if I could be considered a traitor in some circles by working for an employer that is married to a Sindorei and they are running businesses and selling goods to both factions.  Amyn tells me that is making money for both sides and that I should realize that she would never do anything that would be harmful for the Alliance.  I do know that we don’t send out weapons to the Horde, however, we send out all manner of goods to them.  Of course, now that this Zippie person has access to our warehouse goods in Shattrath, it will mean that I will have to inventory a lot more when I am down there to make sure that we have what  we need to service our customers and that we are being compensated correctly when she takes goods.  I don’t think that combining the two companies outwardly like it has been done is a wise decision either – what if some person happens to talk to the right people in Stormwind, we could all end up in jail.  At least I only have to endure the place once a month down there and collect what monies are owed on contracts if Amyn hasn’t already done so.  She works hard for a boss and I will have to tip my hat to her for that because she seems to balance her marriage, her family and the political situation quite well.   I have seen her husband in Shattrath and I will have to admit that he is quite handsome for a Blood Elf.  I can actually see some resemblance in the boys now that I have laid eyes on their Sire.  Most assuredly, the boys look more decidedly Kaldorei, however, the way they both smile  and that self-assuredness that seems to be a trait of the Sindorei is definitely in evidence.

I will have to admit that I enjoyed the short trip that I made to Pandaria, however, I’m not sure that I like all of the bears there.  Oh, they are friendly and likeable enough, however, I don’t think that I have ever been overly fond of furries.  The countryside is beautiful and dangerous in some areas or so I’m told.  I know that I was up there primarily to give my opinion on opening another warehouse up there and I don’t think that it is such a good idea because who knows which way the Horde will go from one day to the next  – the other company’s people might decide to revolt and take everything over and then, where would our employees be?  Not a good plan in my considered opinion.

I had Vashlan keep an eye on things while I was away and his Mother was visiting with his Father.  Not real sure that was such a good idea.  He hired some people while I was away and I can’t help but feel that he wasn’t using his brain when he hired them – they were all women.   At least I know what drives the young man and I think that I will ask someone else the next time I have to be absent and Amyn isn’t going to be in town.   We’ll have to see how all of this works out, won’t we?

I guess that Kaldor is making arrangements to have all of his stock for his contracts shipped into Stormwind instead of making the trip down like he was.  I wonder what is up with that, I really like that young fellow.  I suppose his late night carousing here in Stormwind with his friends has caused him some complications with his woman, she’s a Sentinel or was a Sentinel and those women don’t put up with much nonsense from their men, which is as it should be.

Oh, I did have a nice surprise when I got back to town.  I had a letter from Lagn and he is staying in Darnassus for the time being.  He also had some flowers delivered that were quite lovely.  The letter was friendly enough and was mostly about his time with the Kaldorei and then he asked me out to dinner.  I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anything if I did go out to dinner with him even if he is an employee.  I’ll have to give that some thought though, might not  be the proper thing to do.

Oh well, I suppose I ought to stop writing and get back to work.  I just dread trying to balance the books for our share in Shattrath and then have to turn around and balance the books for here in Stormwind.  There are times that I feel almost trapped at my desk and the weather has turned quite lovely and I would like to be outside enjoying it – this past winter of being stuck here most of the time has made me almost loathe it.

Magdamia

 

 

 

Adventures of Rivertic…


June 4th

Dear Journal,

Well, just when I was getting things down in Hellfire Peninsula, you know, killing the boars, killing the occasional Orc that happened to have the misfortune of stumbling into my path while I was out and about.  I was just getting into the groove down there and doing the things that were expected of me when I got orders to move out.  I was thinking that I was getting sent to Northrend, that’s not all bad, hadn’t ever been there although I hear that it’s damned cold, that wouldn’t have bothered me at all.

No, I guess I didn’t need to follow the same old path, I got shipped directly to Pandaria.  Now, I can say that it’s a beautiful place, not much in the way of a desert kind of atmosphere that I had grown accustomed too in Hellfire.  The thing that bothers me in Pandaria is the greenery – most of it is taller than I am.   Well, most everything is taller than I am which makes slogging through the countryside a bit more challenging.   At least I got put with a bunch of other Death Knights and we go out on patrols with the other Alliance races – not all bad except I’m always the shortest one and I have to prove over and over again that being my size isn’t a detriment to them.  I can still kill things bigger than me and I can still out battle most of these human warriors and paladins – just wish they’d watch where they cast that Light – it kind of hurts.

I really have to admit that this Pandaria place is definitely different and it offers a real challenge to someone of my stature.  Not to be harping, it does get old when you have to step stool to get into bed at the Inn or they offer you a child’s bed.   Anyway, lots of tall people, big animals, tall plants and some real big Pandaren.  When I am running around the Vale – yes, I found it, I do wish that the tall ones would look out for us short ones.  At least there is a quick easy way to get to Stormwind from here and, trust me, I use it. Gotta keep in touch with my gnomies.

Right now, I am supposed to be at work in the Jade Forest, however, I asked for some time off so that I could get my gear and myself organized, not to mention, I wanted to explore this place a little bit more too.  It’s huge, it’s freakin’ huge and I’ve never seen anything like it before that I can remember.

I’m thinking seriously about writing a book called River’s Adventures – not sure that anyone would read it anymore than they might read this journal some day.  It’s something to pass the time and it keeps me from getting stepped on – the writing I mean, I can sit in a corner some place and write to my heart’s content.

Oh my, with all of the resources and the ore up here in Pandaria, my mind is all a whirl with the inventions that I can make.  Oh sure, can’t let that part of my creative genius get stale – there’s all kinds of stuff to learn and to do up here and I can talk with more experienced engineers that understand some of my ideas – hope they don’t steal any of them.  I still think the auto-flush toilet is a great idea if I could just figure out how to reverse the updraft and have the stuff go back where it’s supposed to be.  I’m working on it. It’s got to be something to do with the vacuum and synchronicity of the water release – there has to be enough force to downdraft the stuff.  I’ll get it figured out, no worry about that, I’ll just keep plugging away with it as soon as I can figure it out – there will be self-flushing toilets in all of the outhouses in Stormwind, already have one installed that I am using as my pilot testing area.  Fellow seemed to be real pleased with it until it lost the downdraft and he came out kind of messy and, let’s just say, fragrant.  Oh, just imagine, having a self-flushing toilet in a house with running water – that would be awesome and just think how quick it would catch on – people hate trudging to the convenience behind the house in the middle of winter.

Oh well, I do need to get some things taken care of and I found a real nice guy that seems to be real interested in my converter package for carryalls.  Kind of smashes things down so your bags aren’t so big.  He wants one to carry all of the gems he has for sale – wonder what he is doing with all of those gems anyway, he says he’s a jewel crafter of sorts.  I bet!!

 

River

 

This Ain’t So Bad…


May 26th

Dear Journal,
Oh, I used to keep one of these things a long time ago and thought I would start another one just for the heck of it.  You know,  a place to keep your thoughts and sometimes it helps with your memories if you happen to have any – I don’t have any real past memories that I can recall.

The one thing I can remember is getting radiated in my home and being “cleansed” if you can call it that before getting evacuated to the service.  I have no idea if my family was with me or not because I just can’t remember.  Some of what I remember about the radiation and stuff is from what other gnomes, that will talk with me, have told me about it.  It must have been horrible and the survivors have taken a vow to go back and take their home back again.  Well, if they do, I’ll go with them although I don’t know that they will appreciate it.  I mean it isn’t every day that you have a gnome Death Knight running around with a bunch of other gnomes.

I guess that I should start out by saying that my name is Jonathan Rivertic – my friends call me River most of the time when they aren’t calling me other things.  So far, I think that my life has sucked – I mean really sucked big time.  Where or whom else would have got poisoned with radiation, lived through that stuff and then, on their way to, I assume, to Iron Forge, they get waylaid or something like that and get turned into a Death Knight.  That really sucks!  Really has put a crimp in whatever plans I might have had, however, I do remember how to mine and I do remember how to be an engineer – so, I think I can still make a living at it if people don’t mind working with a dead gnome.  If they do, to heck with them, I’ll put my wares in the auction house and let the money start rolling in.

At least I have a few other gnomes that let me hang around with them.  It is a bit awkward at times, I’ll admit, however, they try to treat me like the rest of them.  Of course, it sure has curtailed anything in the way of romantic interests so far, although, I’m sure that might change in the future.  I wonder if I ever got past a kiss when I was alive – I don’t remember.  Oh the horror!!  Get radiated, get turned into a Death Knight and might have died a virgin to top it all off – I don’t think there is a way to tell on dudes.

Well I guess life was a rollicking good time of killing people and everything that came into my path before the Chapel debacle and the Lich King set us free.  Big deal, he set us free in the middle of the Plague Lands – not my choice for a vacation spot, I’ll tell ya.  Some of the tall guys, Night Elves, Humans and a couple of Worgen decided that they were going to head to Stormwind and swear their allegiance to the King – I thought I might as well go along with the whole thing too.  I wasn’t planning on staying where I was left there, I’ll tell you that.  Ugly just wouldn’t describe that area appropriately.  I think that the Lich had a bit of a sense of humor too, the blasted Scourge.  Of course, my mount is my size – yep, here I am galloping along for all I’m worth and getting left in the dust most of the time too – my mount is about the size of one of those toy ponies that they have at the Faire.  See!! He had a sick sense of humor.

Anyway, the welcoming committee that met us as we came through the gates was anything but welcoming.  Luckily, the tall guys took the real bashing because I was smart enough to get my mount in between two Night Elves Death Knights – they do make great shelters.  We finally made it to the King, covered in who knows what kind of garbage people were throwing and made our pledge to the Alliance. Even after we had taken our vow, people were more than a little standoffish because none of us smelled real good with all of that garbage.  I’m surprised that the King didn’t throw-up or something when he was meeting with our group – man must have a stomach like cast iron.

We all tried to stay together as much as possible, however, some of the fellows wanted to go back to their homelands to see if they could find their families if they remembered they had any.  That left me pretty much on my own in Stormwind. Luckily I wear plate armor because these people do not look out for the vertically challenged at all – I think I got stepped on more times than I can count just trying to make my way to the Inn in the Trade area.  That was the only Inn that I was told that would taken in my kind – meaning gnomes or Death Knights.  I think they meant Death Knights.

Finally got to the Inn, had a few gold in my belt that I could pay for a room and a bath.  The Innkeeper just looked at me and I know that she was doing everything that she could not to burst out laughing because it isn’t everyday that you see a gnome Death Knight.  Anyway, she said that she could make up a bed for me, a crib, that no one was using for their toddlers.  I just rolled my eyes and forked over my money and told her that was okay.  I’ll admit that it isn’t all that uncomfortable, I just have to remember to leave the sidebar down and have a step stool handy to jump on the mattress without hurting myself.

Naturally, I got sent to Outland – I think that’s where they send all of the Death Knights to weed out the weak ones without feeling guilty about it. I also learned how to cook some, to fish, do my own first aid since we don’t get the freebies anymore and I think that life is pretty good considering.   I think that I am just going to do what I’m ordered for right now, although it does look like the mining is going to be the way to go and it seems someone is always wanting a gadget fixed or made for them.  Yep, I think I made the right choice in coming to Stormwind.

Of course, I still have my gnomies to hang out with and we do have some fun.  At least I’ve learned how to laugh without sounding like I am standing in an echo chamber.  Life or, in my case, Unlife is good for River.  If I kind of keep my eyes half-closed, most people don’t even notice I’m Death Knight unless I say something more than just stupid.

Well, it’s my day off and I still have some laundry to do.  Yep, bought some clothes so I don’t have to walk around in my armor all of the time.  Found a place called the Blue Recluse that seems okay with taking my coin if I care to have a drink or two.  Yep, might head over there later – being short has an advantage too, people, women especially like to lean down to talk to me – yep, get the full on frontal view of things.  Might wing my way to Iron Forge too, who knows what kind of mischief I might get into up there?

Jonathan “River” Rivertic

 

Trouble On The Horizon…


May 11th

Dear Journal,

I haven’t seen m husband in over a month and I will have to admit that I am more than anxious to join him in Nagrand for a few days as well as getting back to Pandaria to look at some of the sites that he has visited as a placement for the warehouse up there.  Of course, anytime that I spend with my beloved is time that I will always cherish, even after all of these years.

One of the things that is causing me some concern at the moment is my eldest son, Kaldor.  I don’t know what must be going to through his mind right now because I am afraid that he is going to do as his Father did for years and lose the only thing that actually means anything to him other than his farm in Halfhill.

I guess that he is at the stage in his life where he wants to go out carousing and drinking with his friends even though he has Kae waiting for him at the farm most of the time.  He has no idea where she is right now and the only thing that I can say is that she is in Stormwind for the time being.

I guess he has gone out adventuring with his friends quite a bit in the last couple of months and always promises Kae that it won’t happen again.  He won’t come home looking worse than as if he had been in some battlefield excursion or worse.  Torn clothing, damaged armor as well as some damage to himself that needs proper nursing and care from Kae.  He really must be taking the girl for granted although he hasn’t made any kind of commitment to her yet.  Of course, I can’t let him know that I have spoken with Kae about some of their problems because he was furious the last time that I interfered with things.

He may look Kaldorei, however, underneath that physical appearance is a Sindorei attitude about things.  He is very much like his Father and I don’t know that Kae will be able to tolerate the years of waiting for him to grow up and realize that he has everything he ever wanted or needed waiting for him at home.  I’m not sure that Kae’s feelings for Kal are as strong as mine were and still are for my Sindorei.   I hate to see him make a mistake or the two of them make a mistake by his last flings at youth.  He was always mature beyond his years and I think that he is taking a rebellious route now to make up for all of the years that the was the one that was always so serious and steadfast – it happens.

I suppose I should sit down and write a letter to him or even just stop by the farm and see what he has to say for himself.  I’m really rather anxious to see him and to talk with him about the matter, however, I do have to be extremely careful to make sure that there is no backlash on Kae.  I can honestly say that she hasn’t told me a lot of the details of what has been happening, however, I’ve been around a long time and I can tell when there is trouble brewing between a couple.

The other thing that has me disturbed is that I got a letter from my Mother telling me that one of my cousins has returned from the wilds.  Basaric, the youngest of my cousins, that always seemed so much older than his years.  Of course, that may well be from his calling in life, he is a Druid and from what my Mother said, quite a good one at that.   I trust my Mother’s judgment on the matter of his skills because she has had enough experience dealing with some druids in her past.  She says that he has grown into quite the handsome fellow.

The thing that disturbed me was the fact that he had made some inquiries about one of my parent’s foster children that he had met years ago.  Of course, that would happen to be none other than our own Kae.  It appears that he was quite infatuated when he was a youngster and that infatuation hasn’t waned over time.  I guess my Mother told him about Kae and that she was involved with my son Kaldor.  Great, why didn’t she just give the man the address while she was at it.   I suppose that there could be some trouble looming on the horizon if Kal doesn’t get his act straight.  It really could cause some issues within my own family, not only with Kal, it could cause problems with my parents as well.

 

Amynlarae Shadowmoon

What A Glorious Day!


May 7th

Dear Journal,

What a glorious day this has been so far!  I’m one happy Pandaren at the moment.  As is my usual custom, to pay the bills and to visit with more people, I went about my daily routine.  Oh yes, I had to go catch fish for the lovely fisherman on the dock and let’s not leave out the cooking.  Oh, the cooking I am a master at already, we do love to eat.  The thing that made my day so glorious was the fact that I have been doing my fishing as is my normal thing with a fishing pole that I purchased shortly after my arrival in Stormwind – I like to fish, cook and eat fish.  It’s a free meal in my book.

Anyway, today, of all days, feeling a bit more homesick than usual because I haven’t seen any of my friends for several days – we’ve all been busy.  I went trudging down to the docks to see what kind of fish was needed for the day and went on my merry way.  Much to my surprise, the fishing went rather quickly and I had what they had asked for in record time – there are days when I am not so quick in getting the task done.  However, today, the fish almost jumped out of the water  to get on my hook.  When I returned to give my fish to the lad on the dock, she handed me the usual bag of coins, a few trinkets and whatnot.  What surprised me was the fact that inside the bag was a glorious glowing beautiful fishing pole.  Not just any pole, it was a bejeweled fishing pole!!  My first thought was the joy of having such a fine pole and the second thought was to sell it for the money.  No, no, no! I didn’t sell it, I kept it to use – oh the way the light plays on the jewels as I stand there fishing away almost boggles my mind.   I suppose I could have spent m entire day just standing there admiring this fine instrument, however, I had other tasks that I needed to do today.

I haven’t seen Changwu in several days and come to think of it, I hadn’t seen his human friend, Jake, for quite a while either.  I decided that it was time for me to go calling on them, not only to talk and catch up on the latest news, I wanted to show them my new fishing pole.  It may seem like a little thing to some, however, to me, it was like a dream come true.  I wandered over to the house that the two share and it appears that they had already left for the day, I left a note for them that I wanted to see them soon.

I have been roaming the countryside in and round Stormwind for quite a while and I am starting to find it rather boring, so, after talking to a few people that I met at the Inn, I decided that I would start making my way further south.  Stranglethorn Vale – what a marvelous name, almost sounds like a place one would find back in Panderia.

However, after making my way South, the more I was reminded of my homeland with the exception that there appear to be quite a few more ruffians on the area than what I would normally find at home.  Humans are indeed a strange breed.  I can see why they are angry all of the time, there never seems to be enough money, food, places to live or even a joke amongst some of them.  They need to slow down and enjoy what life has been able to offer them – not always wanting more.  Sometimes more is not always good because it seems to make them want even more.  Silly humans.

Oh, I’ve heard about pirates and the like back home, however, I had never actually seen any up close and personal until I came to Stranglethorn.  It was really my fault because I was lost in thought and entranced by the beauty of the jungle and I stumbled into an encampment of them.  What a nasty bunch of people – I did my best to explain and tried to leave without causing any trouble, however, they would have none of that.  Oh no, I wasn’t going to give them my money to buy my way out of there and I surely wasn’t going to give up my new fishing pole although their eyes had already seen the glimmer of the jewels in my bag.  I suppose I should have left some of my bags and hides back at the Nessingwary camp, however, I wasn’t too sure about the dwarves either.

While it wasn’t a great battle nor one that lasted for a long duration, I am sure that these fellows will think twice about attacking a lone Pandaren hunter ever again.  Moshu did a wonderful job protecting my back – these humans tend to try to come at you in groups – there is truly nothing fair about war or fighting for your life with ignorant louts.  Nothing like having a turtle to offset the odds – he’s mean sometimes and is very easy to care for, eats anything that I offer him without complaint, not like some of the pets I have seen others have.

Stranglethorn reminds me very much of some of the parts of my homeland, however, there always seems to be something sinister hanging in the air here.  I can’t quite put my finger on it, maybe it’s the anger that some of these people have.  No, they aren’t angry at me or anything, I think that they are just angry at their own circumstances.   So far I haven’t seen much of the Horde in the area yet, however, I am sure that they are near – maybe that is the change in the atmosphere.  Who knows?  I’ll do some more exploring for a few days before I return to Stormwind.

Panmoshu

 

Adventures With Friends…And What It Could Cost


April 18th

Dear Journal,

I will have to admit that I was almost afraid to come back to Pandaria the other night after my adventures in Stormwind.   It does seem like I go to Stormwind to really work on getting some more contracts, turning our products in and collecting the money before I head back.  Sure as there is a sun in the sky, I always seem to get sidetracked.

I guess I should stop gong to the Lamb or even to the Blue Recluse to grab a bite to eat and a drink before making the trek back home.  I always seem to find my old friends and sure as hell, there is always some issue or problem that I need to help on.  Never being one to turn down friends, I always go along thinking that it surely couldn’t be as dangerous as the last time, right?

Well, I should have known when we got involved with the dwarves in the Hinterlands, that wasn’t going to be the end of it.  I never did get all of the information about the interrogation of the goblin that we took captive, however, it seems that it lead to a lot of things that they are involved in now.

Let’s see, demons, irate warlocks and some pretty strange happens with monsters appearing out of some kind of portal that had been opened in the bowels deep below the Slaughtered Lamb.   We’ve killed things that I would have only thought would have been in nightmares, however, someone didn’t seal the portal or if they did – it was a lousy job.

This last trip was even scarier because I have been befriended by a warlock that likes to hide behind me when we go on these adventures and it seems like she pops around just long enough to cast a spell and pass out.  Did I mention that she’s pregnant?   No, I had nothing to do with it, however, it does seem a bit weird for a warlock to be pregnant, what with all of that fel magic and stuff.  I think she’s using me as a  meat shield and sometimes she has taken some of my soul to use with her magics, without asking, I might add.

Anyway, this last time was no different than the last, I ended up tagging along and it was one heck of a fight that we had with monsters, demons and all sorts of unusual things down there in the depths of the basement.  It really looks like there is some kind of strange and not so good magic being practiced down there.  Of course, the warlock that was with us seemed to know something about it, however, I wasn’t privy to that information, I just was there to protect and to help my friends.

It was an awful night of monsters that needed to be killed, seals that had been placed on the portal were broken and that released the hounds so to speak.   Why can’t I ever run into things that don’t spew acid and try to rip my face off?  Let’s just say that my armor is going to be getting cleaned up and then I’ll have to see what really needs to be repaired, I can’t afford to buy a new set at this point.

Anyway, to make a long story short, we defeated the monsters, the acid that they had spewed on the ground left a gaping hole in the floor that naturally led to another “room” – why is there always another room?  Some of the group went into the room and I opted to stand on the edge and peer down into the abyss.  I guess that there was a warlock or a mage gone wrong that was trying to invent some kind of weapon – that’s why all of this mess was started.   Well, it appears as though he may have gotten a bit carried away with it while he was at it.  Most of these monsters have been constructed of different things, mostly plant life of sorts.   What the others found in the room down there almost made me retch.

Apparently  this warlock or whatever the heck he is was using a living Night Elf Druid to help with the processes that he was using.  I don’t’ understand how he could have using her as some kind of morphing thing or if she was involved or if she was a prisoner of sorts.   She was in chains when they found her, dead and there were signs that her life’s blood was being fed into these plants – for whatever sick purpose, I don’t care.  We recovered whatever information that had been left down there, papers, receipts and other notes that were left on a workbench.  One of our more pronounced heroes in the group gathered that all up before our leader could really take a look at it.  I suppose I’ll hear something the next time I decide to visit Stormwind.

We had asked a Death Knight Dwarf that was an undertaker of sorts to take care of the remains of the body and give it a proper burial.  Well, on the way out, I heard him griping about what was asked of him to do and he literally took the body and dropped it on the ground and left it there after he was asked to take care of it.  Well, I couldn’t leave the poor thing laying there on the floor like that.

The Druid had been someone at sometime and I am sure that her family would appreciate it if someone showed her some respect when she was dead.  Well, I gathered the body up and carried it back to the warehouse where we have some shrouds and body bags that we use in our bounty hunting so that it would be easier to carry back to Darnassus.  I have no idea who the girl was or what her connection was to this mess, however, it cost her what was left of her life – Elune knows what kind of life she had had before coming to this sorry end.

Well, nothing would do except for me to transport the body to Darnassus and turn it over to the priestesses at the temple for a proper burial.  I have known a few druids in my life and they always seem to have special rituals that they follow.  Since I am ignorant of the details on the matter, that was the one place that I knew that the poor girl would be properly interred.   I didn’t stay for the services or the burial because I needed to get back to Pandaria.

All of my involvement with my friends in Stormwind is really starting to upset Kae quite a bit.  I just have to learn how to say “no” emphatically and stick with it, however, I do have a certain amount of loyalty to these people from our past history.  They are some of the very first people that I met in Stormwind other than Josie and her group of people, which, one of these days, I do want to get back in touch with her to see how she is doing.

Kae took one look at me when I got home from Stormwind and grabbed her bow and left the house.  She didn’t ask me if I was okay or anything and I know that I was a sorry looking sight, not only my armor being the worse for wear, I had several burns that I tended too as well as throwing away yet another shirt that acid holes all in the sleeves.  She didn’t even talk to me, she just glared and left.

She didn’t come home last night and I haven’t seen any signs of her in Halfhill although I have been to the market in hopes that she might be there.  I even went to the Vale to see if she might have stayed up there last night and no one had seen her.   No, I didn’t venture to the Sentinel camp to see if she might have gone there because I don’t think that she would want any of her friends to know that she and I are having problems.

Yes, I think we’re having problems and I have to ask myself what it is that I want to do.   I love her, there is no doubt in my mind about that, however, I am not ready to make any kind of vows just yet.  There is such a finality to that and it scares the hell out of me.   I guess I will hang out at the farm today and see if she shows up, if she doesn’t show up, I’ll head back to Stormwind to see if she has been to see my Mom.

 

Kaldor Shadowmoon

 

 

Eyes To The Future


April 11th

Dear Journal,

My name is Devon Maldevon and I’m a Death Knight.  It wasn’t a matter of choice, it was a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and dying a horrendous death.

So far, my family has disowned me – the name I have written in this journal is not my real name and will not be recognized by anyone in my former life.  Am I searching for my family?  No, I’m not searching for my family, I already found them and was asked to leave due to my current condition.  I was even shown my grave site in the cemetery in Stormwind.  I am dead to my family, however, my memory remains very much intact as to what kind of family they were. One would have thought that they would have welcomed their eldest son back with open arms, no matter that I was no longer truly amongst the living.

Money, wealth, social standing were everything to my family and I was the oldest son.  I broke away from my family to serve the King in Northrend and died for my efforts.  I was given a hero’s burial, it seems and my family went through their mourning period, however, they never had my body in their possession for these events.  They should have known that my own personal tenacity would live through anything that was done to me in Acherus.

Unlike some Death Knights, my memories have stayed strangely intact – the past, the evil deeds that I have done under the control and in the name of the Lich King as well as my familial memories.   I know that I was definitely adored by my family and I wanted for nothing – I was educated at the finest schools that could be offered in Stormwind, I was invited to all of the best parties – I had my own social standing as being quite the ladies man, I suppose.   I had the world in the palm of my hand, however, my patriotism lead me astray and I had to join the military for the sake of the Alliance – I wanted to kill the Lich King as much as any man did back in those days.

Now, my family gives me money to stay away and to not use their name any longer.  At first it hurt quite a bit to know that they would not or could not accept me as I am.    At least I came back even if my welcome was less than cordial.

Now, I am busy making my own way, albeit, I have more money than most thanks to my family’s generosity and I am finding that I am enjoying the new found freedom.  Sure, my memories of what I have done to survive since becoming a Death Knight are not the most pleasant sort, however, it’s how I still survive.   At least I didn’t forget how to make beautiful jewelry and I know how to find the most beautiful gems, even if I sometimes to resort to less than legal means to obtain them – it’s how I live now.

Am I upset about being a Death Knight and losing everything that I ever held dear in my life?  You can bet that I am, however, one thing that I learned long before my change, with enough money in hand, you can write your own ticket – you can climb that social ladder if need be and buy your way back to the top.

Sure, I don’t have the same drives that I used to have, however, I still enjoy some female companionship from time to time, with enough money, I can have all of the companionship that I want or need even if it is just to talk. There is no need for a man to go lonely – not even a dead man.

Well, it appears as though my needs and my search for the finer things in life are calling me to Pandaria.  Of course, I will be serving King and Country again, however, what I do in my off time is no one’s business and I fully intend on becoming one of the richest men in Stormwind despite my family’s feelings towards me.  I bet with enough money, they might even act like I’m a normal man.  I think my new motto in this unlife will be “eyes to the future, forget the past”.

Devon Maldevon