Seasons Changing…


October 22nd

Dear Journal,

Well, there won’t be much going on with the farm today until this rain goes away or at least isn’t coming down in torrents.  I know I haven’t written in my journal for a while because I have been very busy with the farm and just gathering herbs before the seasons truly change.

Naturally it is that time of year when everyone is running around trying to get as much candy as they can and fighting off the Headless Horseman when the opportunity presents itself.  This is always a fun time of year for the young ones and even though my children are grown now, they still enjoy running around in costumes and getting in on the fun.  Heck, I even go out once in a while to do the same thing although I am not as dedicated to it as some are.  It’s fun watching people get all dressed up in costumes and the adults regress back to their childhood.

Goodness!  I know that the Earth Mother is replenishing the earth with the rain before the winter months set in, however, I am beginning to wonder if she isn’t trying to do it all in one session.  I don’t recall it raining this much in Halfhill for a very long time, now, it just seems like there is a fog moving in with the rain and the temperatures haven’t gotten rather brisk – or it could be that I am getting older and I am feeling the cold.

I think that I am going to leave the farm to the children for a few days and head back to Kalimdor for a visit.  It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in Thunder Bluff at our old house there and I kind of miss it.  I always love the Fall at the Bluff.  So many traditions to be observed and so many things to do that are strictly on the entertainment level for me anyway.   I would like to be able to sit in the afternoon sunshine and talk with my old friends like we used too before I moved to Pandaria.  Maybe I can even stay long enough to attend some of the Story Circles that are happening in Mulgore.  I love to hear the tales and the scary ones are always the best because sometimes the tale bearers get very dramatic with them and make it all that much more enjoyable.

I had such high hopes that my children would find mates this year in Pandaria and it hasn’t happened yet.  I wonder why they can’t seem to find someone to settle down with.  I would like to have some grandchildren  to enjoy in my golden years.   I thought that Mahamura had found someone this past Summer, however, she said that she isn’t quite ready to settle down just yet and children are definitely not something that she really seems to be interested in a whole lot.

I suppose the rain isn’t going to go away for a while and I can get some of the housework done while everyone is away for a while.  I can also gather up the few things that I want to take with me to Kalimdor and be ready to leave once I tell the children that Mom needs a break from Pandaria.

 

Mooma Cloudhoof

 

Hard Decisions…


April 26th

Dear Journal,

I think that I have finally made up my mind as to what I am going to do.  I am tired of sitting here in Stormwind and trying to cope with the business and trying to cope with being apart from Sindorei.  It is started to cause me quite a bit of trouble because my mind is constantly straying to the man that I love.

It has been months since the conflict started with Iron Horde on Draenor and it has been months since I have been able to see my Sindorei.  I know that everyone thought that the whole thing wouldn’t take a long time and that everyone would be able to come back home pretty quickly or at least be able to come home to see their families.   There are mages that are sending supplies and troops back forth to the areas there and there are some mages that are even sending people back home for a price.

I fear that what has happened is that the military has decided that they are going to keep men away from their families in order to finish what was started in Draenor these many months ago.  I can understand why everyone feels the responsibility of trying to ride this sort of thing out, however, those men that are constantly fighting need a time away from the battles and need to see their loved ones.  I know that I can’t be the only person that is feeling the yearning of not being able to see my husband and to know that the is okay too – we used to get leaves to come home in all of the other conflicts, why aren’t the people allowed to do so now?  Is it the cost of the magic or is there some other evil afoot that we are unable to step away from?

I have already made up my mind as to what I am going to do and should have acted upon it months ago.  Since my Sindorei is not able to make his way back to Azeroth for whatever reason, I am going to go to this Draenor to find him and have an opportunity to be with him.  We have always found a way to be together here on Azeroth, I don’t think that we will have that much trouble finding a way to do the same things in Draenor.  I say that enough is enough and I’m going to take matters in my own hands and rejoin my Sentinel group that I had taken a leave of absence before all of this conflict started again.

Magdamia will just have to get used to the idea of running things again and I am in hopes that she will get over her dislike of the way that things are setup in Shattrath and do the job professionally with Zippie.  I get along very well with Zippie and will have to admit that Magdamia can be rather biased in her feelings, she’s not overly fond of Worgen, however, she has learned to deal with them respectfully.  I know that her whole attitude needs to change with her dealings with goblins because she will have to do that quite a bit in Shattrath and she will have to get over her inability to accept the fact that Fnor and I are the owners of the company and we have been dealing with both factions for years.  Of course, we’re the odd couple because he is Sindorei and I am Kaldorei, our relationship was definitely one that could have been deadly in years past, however, in the open cities such as Shattrath and once upon a time, Dalaran, we were accepted to a certain point.

I know that I have made up my mind and will do what needs to be done even if I am torn with the thoughts of leaving my two youngest sons and my parents behind here in as well as Vashlan, although he is almost fully grown at this point and very much involved with his magic.   At least I will have a chance to see Kaldor and Kae when I get to Draenor and then, my true object of yearning thoughts, I’ll be able to track my Sindorei down.

Oh, how much can a woman miss her husband when she remembers every little thing that he does? The way he laughs, the sheer scent of the man that would fill my nostrils as we lay together in our bed.  I miss that long black hair trailing across my shoulders when he would lean in for a kiss or even to just nuzzle my neck affectionately.  I miss those tender endearing words in Thalassian that only he could whisper in my ear as he held me in his arms.  Yes, I miss all of those physical things, however, I truly miss that feeling that we shared together of being almost spiritually joined.  I feel like half of my being is missing when I am unable to reach out and touch his hand from time to time.

This Draenor thing has made it hard for me to feel that he and I are in the same plane of existence because we aren’t.  He’s off in some other time and place and I feel that void, that lack of connection is almost unbearable.  At least when I knew that he was in Azeroth somewhere, I could at least travel to where he was rather easily or he could travel to where I was without any trouble at all.  Now, things are different and I am almost afraid that all of these people that are in Draenor are actually cutoff from their loved ones and there is no way to guarantee that it won’t be permanent in some way.  When and if we finally all return to our own time and place, will we still have that connection like we have had in the past or is this feeling of complete separation going to linger on after we return?

Yes, I’ve made up my mind, I am going to turn everything over to Magdamia and I am going to go to Draenor to be with my son and his Father again.  It’s the only thing that I can think of doing that will bring us all back together again.  Yes, I will miss my sons that I leave behind here on Azeroth, however, I know that what I am planning on doing is something that I have to do to make sure that our family survives all of the things that I feel might be coming in the future.

I know that I keep writing that I’ve made up my mind as if I need to convince myself of it or something.  I think that the reason that I do that is because I need to convince myself that it is the right thing to do and that I won’t regret the sacrifices that the family will endure with my absence.  I have everything set up and everything is in place so that there shouldn’t be any difficulties for any of them.  We can still get in touch with one another with the mail because that seems to be running the way that it should for the most part, I’m just not sure how I am going to be able to get back here to Stormwind if the need arises, hopefully things have gotten better in Draenor and we will have the freedom to travel easier to obtain.

 

Amyn

Well Worth The Time…


October 29th

Dear Journal,

Well, I finally broke away from the office and went out to have some fun with the holiday.  Sure, I missed out on going with Uncle Zed and Dooddah because they were tired of waiting on me to go with them and went without me.  That’s okay because I know that I have been buried alive with the paperwork and getting all of the contracts out to the employees that could do the job.  The Boss has been busy doing whatever it is that he really does and I’ve been holding down the Fort.  No, I think that I just need to start doing other things other than working.  I know, I know, time is money, however, if you have all the gold in the world and you die, you can’t take it with you.  Might as well start enjoying life.

I did take off and go to Orgrimmar to see what I could see and start doing my Trick or Treating, fun things that you can get sometimes and the people that you can meet is all part of it.  I am a very social goblin and spending all of this time locked up with work really does tend to make me more than a little bit cranky.    I’ve actually started locating some more of our family members too, which is going to make it even nicer for the holidays when we can all get together and revel one another with our tales of how we escaped the trials, tribulations and disasters back home.    Yeah, I know, we can’t ever go back home, however, that doesn’t mean that sometimes we want to talk about things the way that they were before the volcano went off.

While I was out doing this bucket chasing, I thought I might try my hand again at this archeology thing too.  That’s a pretty lucrative sideline for gold and I haven’t been taking advantage of it like I should have.  Oh, I know I will never be as wealthy as Gallywix or anything like that.  A girl would like some new clothes and maybe a nice house to live in, you know? I know that Dooddah is always prattling on about the new gear she bought with the money she has made off some of the artifacts she’s been able to sell.   I know the little scamp sells stuff outside of the company and that’s okay, it’s her way of making money and I can’t blame her for wanting to work around the edges of the company while she is doing it.

I know that most of my friends live in Kalimdor and I have been stuck in Silvermoon City with all of those elves which can get to be real annoying sometimes.  I have yet to get out and really explore anything in the Eastern Kingdoms because I’ve been in the office.  Well, I think that I am going to start getting out more and getting away from the city as often as I can.

Oh, let’s not even talk about Shattrath.  I swear if the Draeni looks down her nose at me one more time, I’m going to punch her in the nose.  I thought Blood Elves were arrogant, however, they can’t hold a candle this Space Goat.   Yeah, sure, I even talked to the Boss about it and he told me that I was going to have to come out with some kind of working agreement with this Magdamia person.  Come on, man, she’s from the Alliance and I’m Horde, just because you like sleeping with the enemy doesn’t mean that we all kind of bend the rules that way too.   I know that this Maggie can really set me off pretty quickly because I think that she has figured out which of my buttons to push to make me mad – she speaks some Orcish although I can barely understand her.  I know I’d have to jump on a chair to punch her in the nose, however, there are times that it would be well worth the indignity of having to do that.  It’s not like I can’t hit her with a spell or something – I just think the satisfaction of smacking her one time physically would definitely be worth the extra effort.  Oh, she thinks that her people are more technologically advanced than us goblins – well, I don’t see anything that says we crashed a space ship that we built into someone else’s planet either.  So, we may blow things up accidently now and then, however, we seem to be better at things that her folks are, right?  Well, enough of that, I’m gonna change the subject because it’s making my good time into a bad one.

I will have to say that I enjoyed flying all over Kalimdor trying to get to some of the buckets because let’s be honest – those Alliance people do not like to share anything.  Sheesh!  You’d think that one piece of candy would break the bank or something.   Besides, I think our Wicker Man looks better than theirs anyway.  We got smart this year and it’s in the courtyard at UC so the Alliance really have a tough time trying to douse our guy.

I had to laugh because I kept thinking about Zednick and his affinity for going around whizzing on the fires even when there seemed to be impossible odds to keep him from doing it – he says they were hard-pressed to keep up with him and his aim was always true.  It’s gotta be a guy thing or a Zed thing, that was fun anyway – the Harvest Festival.

Well, I had better get busy because I am planning on meeting up with some of my friends in Orgrimmar and we’re going to go out and hit some more buckets.  The candy is good and sometimes we just enjoy the company and the traveling – a few good Inns too.

Zippie

 

 

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

A New Traveler In Pandaria …


September 14th

Dear Journal,

After many months of working and studying until I thought that I might go blind from just the reading and my body was going to give up its spirit due to the rigors of the physical training that go along with the faith, I made my escape from Thunder Bluff to Pandaria.  I don’t think that I was any more surprised than the rest of the family when I finally caught the ship and off I went to start my new life and adventures in  Pandaria as a Light Walker.  Who knew that the very first assignment that I would get would be to go to this brave new land that my family seems so enamored of.

I know that I am not completely done with my training and will be returning home periodically for further study, however, to get away from Thunder Bluff and to be able to see my family again was the one thing that had me very excited.  Oh sure, I am used to the climes of Kalimdor and I actually made a quick trip to Dalaran a long time ago with Mom and a friend.  Let’s just say that I have traveled a bit in Kalimdor, however, I have tended to stay in Mulgore most of the time.  Let’s just say that I had no uncontrollable yearning to get out and explore every single area of Kalimdor.

From what I have seen of Pandaria so far, I like it a lot, it’s green, there is a certain amount of danger lurking in the shadows, however, I have run into the “in your face” variety just yet.  No, I haven’t told the family that I am Pandaria yet because I want to surprise them.  I have a map of where they are, unfortunately, it doesn’t tell me exactly where I am since the landmarks seem a bit off.  I think it will take me several days to reach Halfhill.

No, I am not traveling completely alone because I was able to group up with a bunch of other people that were on the boat and even if they are military, I’m not.  I’ll just stay with due to the safety in numbers thing when you’re in a strange place where there are still conflicts going on with some of the locals as well as the Alliance making their presence known from time to time.  Yes, I know how to fight because that was a part of my training, however, it is not something that I would like to do for a living as some of these folks are.  There are Goblins, Orcs, a few other Tauren that aren’t of my tribe and a few Blood Elf Rangers traveling together.  It’s a mixed bag of humanity, however, we seem to have the same goal involved of making it to Halfhill.  We may lose the Rangers part of the way there because they are reporting for duty, however, the goblins, Tauren and I will be continuing on to the Valley of Four Winds.

I can see why my Mother and brothers like the area so much because it is just teeming with life and plants that would make someone like my Mother extremely happy.  I know it could be extremely difficult for someone that was raised in the city to step out here and survive for very long though because this is not a place where you can let your guard down because there are beasts aplenty.

Coming to Pandaria was kind of a surprise for me because initially I had been assigned by the Order to go into Hellfire Peninsula and travel through Outland with the my brethren.  In some ways it was a military action and some ways not – we were there to give support to the troops that were already stationed there and to give them some respite from their duties there.  I know that I was shocked to hear that some of them had been there for years – can you imagine spending your entire life in that place with all of the neither broken and spread across the land in some areas – large chunks of land floating off as if there was never a connection to make it once whole.  There was a harshness there that also was beautiful at the same time.  Would it be someplace where I might want to spend most of my life?  I don’t think so.   I had hoped to be sent to Northrend, however, that was bypassed straight to Pandaria.

I really had hoped to see Northrend after the glimpses I had of it when I was traveling to Dalaran years ago.  I was truly intrigued with it, however, that was not meant to be.  Maybe someday in the future, I will be able to make the trip there and to see the land that I have heard so much about.  It truly seems to be almost as mysterious as the this land that I am currently landing in.  However, I’m not that familiar with the history of Pandaria and what I know of Northrend is from what I was taught and from what I have heard other people talking about.

To think that we were exploring this land at the same time as the Alliance is truly a shock.  I am sorry to say that the Warlord decided that he needed to take the riches from this land and try to build up the Horde as a whole.  Not only has it been expensive in lives lost, I can see some of the damages already wrought by this person’s greed.  The only thing that I can say is that I go where my order sends me and do as our Chief, Baine, has dictated that we do while we are here.  I guess I am military and not at the same time.

I can hardly wait to see my Mother and my siblings when I get to Halfhill because I know that they will be surprised.

Tahfal Cloudhoof

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

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

 

Successful Business..Personal Success…Well


 

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

 

May 17th

Dear Journal,

I do seriously like to consider myself a man of peace, however, I am beginning to wonder at my sanity on that point because there doesn’t seem to be anything of that nature in the offing for any of the races.  There is always strife, the peace offerings made, broken, and then, idiocy seems to have taken over my faction of the Horde.  Why, after all of these years, all of our people sacrificing our lives and families to a faction that put loyalty to the front above all else, we look like we have sacrificed our honor to a madman.

I was a bit astounded when I got a letter from one of the other Ambassadors because I felt that my services that had been rendered in the past were for naught.  It appears as though I have been invited to return to Orgrimmar and sit on the council again, I’m not sure what the reasoning behind that is since I have already sworn my allegiance to the Regent Lord.   I am less inclined to rejoin a group of men that already know my feelings about the current Warchief.

When I was a much younger man, I might have jumped at the chance to serve the Horde, however, with age has come a little bit more in the way of wisdom and less patriotic fervor.  I have spent my entire life in the service of the Horde, putting it before my family, my friends and even against my own judgment at times.  In the days of Thrall, there was a certain Code of Honor that was upheld and unwritten rules of conduct, however, with this fool that we currently have sitting in Orgrimmar dictating the policies,  there doesn’t appear to be much in the way of Honor in my opinion.  I’m just curious why they should suddenly think that I would want to rejoin that mayhem?  Okay, I will meet with them and see what they have to say, however, I already know my answer to the whole situation – a resounding “no” because it would be taking a step back instead of progressing forward as I have done in the last year.

Between Amyn and I, we have established Morningstar Enterprises and Shadowmoon Enterprises in the all of the most strategic places and I will have to admit that the profits are almost sinful.  The Shattrath operation is going surprisingly well even with the fact that I have poor Zippie running hither and yon to keep the records straight, I do need to talk to her about getting an assistant for her that will help her with all of this – it always makes me sad to see her walking around with a smile on her face and, yet, her brow is always furrowed in thought.   All work and no play is not good for anyone, however, she has made sure that we’re showing a profit across the board in our accounts.

The operation that we’re starting in Pandaria is still going to be some months out before we can truly get that running smoothly.  The location in the Jade Forest that Amyn and I inspected is going to be perfect although it will require a bit of an expansion in order to accommodate the goods as well as the employees that might want to stay there to avoid the expenses of staying in an Inn or they just want to keep out of sight.  When you’re in my line of business, you will have people of all social standings and races to deal with – some of them may have unsavory reputations in some of the cities or locations, however, if they conduct themselves and do their jobs, I am not going to pry into their pasts all that much.

Mercenaries are a special brand of person that really warrants some watching, however, I keep the pay scale high enough to where the ones that I have working for me are not going to be disloyal unless someone comes along with a higher paycheck.   I often worry that some of them might get it in their minds to do something that would be both detrimental to the company and to myself.  There are rumors of things that have reached my ears that are not pleasing.

In the past and in most areas that I travel in currently, the marriage between Amyn and myself is still definitely frowned upon not only for the social stigma as well as the faction loyalties being called into question.  I know that I don’t worry about it as much as I should anymore because it has been eons since anyone has called that into question.  Yes, I did murder a man in Dalaran for intimating that he was going to “turn” the lot in for the rewards that are still being offered even today.    I worry more about the safety of my sons in Stormwind because you may never know who is a true friend or foe, however, Amyn and the boys have experience enough to keep the heritage hidden as well as they can.

Do I worry about things being any better in Silvermoon?  Yes, I do, however, I have enough money that I can usually wriggle my way out of any kind of political turmoil that might result of the exposure.  I am more concerned about the social fallout from Faendra’s latest escapade, however, that is going to be her problem to deal with, not mine.

At least I had only started making overtures to different families to start the bargaining for a good match for her.  It isn’t like it was the last time where I had to pay out her dowry because she had run away a month before the wedding.  I was embarrassed and completely humiliated by some of the people involved, however, with the proper payments being made, the social ladder wasn’t damaged all that much for the rest of the family.   It would have been a good match for her and it might have straightened her head out a little bit, although, I am beginning to wonder if there is anything that will get her to see the reality of things.

I do feel responsible for the monster that I have unleashed on the world, however, I did the best that I could at raising her in what I thought was the correct fashion.  I had no parenting skills to speak of when I had this child put into my care after my parents were killed.  What is a young Ranger going to do with a baby?   I lived in a tent, I had no way of caring for her when I went out on patrols, so, the foster family track was the one that I chose for her – she was later joined by Dawnglory’s sister, Felessa, which seemed to work out fairly well.  Comparing Faendra and Felessa is like comparing night and day – Felessa has done well with her marriage and giving birth to a son seems to have pleased the parties concerned.  Faendra could have had the same kind of life, however, the wild streak that showed up in her when we left Dalaran really did seem to take a stronger hold her thought processes and actions.   The girl actually kind of scares me because it’s like dealing with two different people when I talk to her.  One minute, she’s sweetness and light, then, she starts behaving like a raging maniac that feels the world owes her everything – most me in that world.

I’ve cried, ranted and raved, prayed to the Light, the Sunwell and even Elune to give me some guidance as to what I can do to make Faendra a better person.  I know that it’s not totally my fault, however, she wouldn’t feel that she’s entitled to everything if I hadn’t spoiled her completely by giving her everything that she ever asked for.   The one thing that I can’t do or wouldn’t do is to marry her off to my best friend – Dawnglory deserves better than that in his life.

 

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

 

 

Made It Back To Orgrimmar…


May 16th

Dear Journal,

Well, this has been a glorious adventure for me and I will have to admit that I am very happy that I worked night and day to make it happen.   I’ve seen places, done things and worked my fingers to the bone , literally they already are, as well as just working away.

I did make the move over to Orgrimmar, even as much as I hate the idea of smelly Orcs everywhere.  You know, Orcs make Forsaken smell nice in comparison.  I swear they never bathe. I could understand the construction after the Deathwing visit, however, that’s  been quite time ago and it appears as though they’ve finished.  It’s still just as noisy and dirty as ever.  At least Hazey didn’t have any squatters in her place like I did in my corner of the Undercity.   I have to wait on all of my stuff to arrive from there so that I can get settled in.

Poor thing never has replaced our couch in the living room either – still has the one leg replaced with a large rock and the stove still smokes something fierce, which means it needs to be cleaned out.  Naturally there was a fine layer of dust all over everything, so, I’ve spent my first day in Orgrimmar cleaning, dusting and getting the place at least livable for a Forsaken.   All the blankets needed to be shaken out too – funny how that dust infiltrates into everything.

I’ll be happy when my coffin arrives from the Undercity, hopefully without a passenger, so that I can get a decent time resting before I start working again.  I know that I am going to be putting all of my materials in the old trunk in the bedroom so that it will stay clean at least.

I do hate moving, it’s never been one of my favorite things.  I know that we never moved when we were alive because it would have been rather difficult to move a whole farm.  The whole visual of that just made me laugh.  I suppose we could have hired some mages if we were that desperate to move to a new location back then, however, the family was never that wealthy and I think that everyone was happy with where we were – close to Brill and close to the Undercity.

If my figures are correct and my planning has worked out the way that it should, I shouldn’t be in Orgrimmar for very long at all.  I am looking forward to going to Pandaria and I hope that Hazey was sincere in her invitation of letting me stay with her for a while.  I just hope that she doesn’t get all bossy like she did here in Orgrimmar when we both shared the house.   I willingly admit that once I got away from doing anything with leather, I was a lot happier – she had no idea how much I hated that part of what we were doing.   Now, if I want to stay home and sew, I can do that without feeling guilty about it.

Well, I need to sit down and send out a few letters to my customers in Silvermoon to let them know that I have finally changed locations and that my deliveries of their robes and other things might be delayed by at least a day if I have to carry everything back to them.  Some of them might enjoy an excursion to Orgrimmar, who knows?    I did notice quite a few more Blood Elves when I arrived and that kind of surprised me with the way that the company shut-down and moved so quickly to Silvermoon, I thought for sure that the population would have thinned out quite a bit.

I don’t especially want to deliver my goods to Silvermoon either with what happened with Hazey and how she ended up in Pandaria to begin with.  I don’t think that I would be happy having to live in a tent with a bunch of Blood Elves because their constant chatter is rather grating on the nerves – yes, I’m dead but I still get uncomfortable around a lot of needless chatter and those people really never shut-up.

I think that I will get in touch with Zippie and see if I can ship my stuff over there and she can send the money back to me so I don’t have run the risk of going to Silvermoon.  I don’t think that I would make good soldier material either because I’m good with a bow or gun, however, I am much happier if I can sit in a corner somewhere and sew to my heart’s content.  I know that I am not in any danger of running out of money for the moment because I have been saving every penny that I could get my hands on for my trip to Pandaria.  I can take my time getting there to live too.

Brianca Smythe 

Almost Time To Go Back To Work…


May 5th

Dear Journal,

Well, I was all set to head back home when the goblins I have been traveling with all of this time suggested that we catch a quick flight and a boat to Pandaria.  I’m always open for new and exciting places and I will have to say that this place hasn’t disappointed me yet, however, I know I have to head back to Silvermoon City very soon before I lose my job. Well, I doubt that I would lose my job but I’m sure it would be a long time before I got to take any more time off.

It is a very pretty place although the bushes are taller than they were in Feralas and the tigers want to do more than chew your face off.  Everyone else seemed to be having a good time and I will admit that I can see why so many are smitten with the place too.  I know that it was a good thing that I learned how to run fast when I was on Kezan.

I know that my sister Dooddah would have been extremely happy to have made the trip up here to Pandaria because she likes to explore and she likes to hunt.  At least she could have kept the tigers off my butt for me.   Of course, Zednick would have been happy sampling all of the brews that the Pandaren make too, he kind of likes to drink too much sometimes.

Our first night in Pandaria we did stay at a huge Inn in Dawn Blossom, I’ll admit that I didn’t’ mind sharing my bed with a couple of the other girls – those beds are huge and a girl could get really lost in them.  Almost makes me wish I had one of these things in Silvermoon, however, they might have to enlarge the room a bit.   Of course, we girls had our giggle times before we fell asleep because some of the fellows we are traveling with are really kind of thick headed – they just don’t understand the word “no” sometimes.  No, we don’t want to sleep with and No, we don’t want to listen to your jokes one more time just to polite.   I know that I am getting tired of the same jokes night after night although the guys seem to think they are new and exciting.   Men, can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

I have never seen such a place in my life – it’s beautiful, dangerous, new and exciting.   Oh, fishing, Uncle Zednick would think that he had died and gone to heaven because there seems to be a lot of fish here – big fish, bigger than me.  I can imagine that we could eat for a week on one of these fish, leftovers ain’t’ bad and I don’t like to cook all of the time either.

While we were in Dawn’s Blossom, my traveling companions were all excited about going to the Valley of Four Winds.  Seems they had heard that there was a big brewery  there and the fellows really wanted to try out this new brew.  I swear, if they couldn’t walk, they’d figure out a way to crawl to get the next mug of beer.

So, nothing would do that we would travel on to Halfhill.  I already knew a little something about the settlement in the Valley of Four Winds because I pay the bills for the Boss and while the bills aren’t  unusually high, I sure wouldn’t mind making what that Jogu makes from Dawnglory’s account either.  Good Heavens!  One would think that the fellow is worth more than his weight in gold unless he’s a really big Pandaren.

When we got to the Valley of Four Winds, I was astounded at the view and the long trek that we still had to go to get to our destination, however, we took off at a good clip, got attacked by these giant rabbit looking things a few times – the little ones were worse because they traveled in packs.  I know that most people wouldn’t pay that much attention to them and would call them ankle biters, however, with my height, they were more like shoulder biters.  Ugly little things.

Little did I know that it was going to take us most of the and half the night to make it to Halfhill.  We decided to bunk at the Inn although it was real crowded and very noisy.  I will have to admit that it doesn’t matter the time of day or night, these Pandaren are drinking and having a good time.  I know they work hard too.  The real shocker in Halfhill was the size of the vegetables – turnips a big as me.  Well, I think that I am going to stay here a few days and then head back to Silvermoon.

Zippie Prattfall