Plans For The Future…


 

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

 

November 17th

 

Dear Journal,

It feels much better to me having my freedom restored to where I can travel between Draenor and Azeroth.  Luckily for me, I have most of my people trained to the point that the Garrison can pretty much run itself – however, if hostilities start developing, I will be sent for regardless of where I am.  Poor little Zippie has her hands full keeping things running with the company and now she must be my personal messenger if needed or at least know where to reach me.

I am still adjusting to fighting demons again on Azeroth and adjusting to the new command of the Horde.  It does make me wonder sometimes if things are going to run smoothly with our new Warchief because her history does not bode well for future peace. I know some of the things that she has done didn’t sit well with the rest of the Horde and I know that her people are sometimes a bit hard to deal with, however, she is the one that seems to go her own way regardless of how others feel about things.

Poor Vol’jin said that he was given a sign as to whom should be the next Warchief and I sometimes wonder if his vision wasn’t tampered with by the poisons of his wounds.   His faith in his LOA and his endurance through past injuries and near-death at the hands of assassins, was a remarkable feat for any man, however, it does give you pause to wonder about his mental state there at the end.  Could he have just handed us over to another insane power-monger like Garrosh turned out to be?  I know that I feel like the Dark Lady is much more dangerous than Garrosh ever thought about being, at least you had some idea of where his mind was going.  The Lady is a mystery in so many ways.

I know that some of the things that I write about in my journals could be considered treasonous in so many ways, however, I make sure that things are hidden away where prying eyes will not find them too readily.  There are times that I truly miss Agatha and the way that she would always take care of things for me at the house in Silvermoon.  There are other things that I am missing about her too – we did indeed have a special relationship that had lasted for many years.

Oh, Agatha is still in my employ and is still at the main house in Silvermoon, however, I haven’t had time to go visit with the people there just yet.  I was too busy rebuilding my relationship with my wife and getting used to being able to see her in Nagrand and Shattrath like old times.   We have discussed trying to buy the house back in Dalaran and I think we would both be happier if we had that property again even though it would take a lot of work to get it restored back to what it was when I originally had it.   I know that it will be a foolish expense with the politics being what they are, however, it was the first home that I ever owned and I worked very hard to achieve that status symbol and to open Morningstar Enterprises.

At least now that we are not in Draenor all the time, I can finally go back to having some privacy and a bed of my own to sleep in without having to prowl around and find one that didn’t look like it had been used recently or “borrowing” someone’s residence to set up shop for a few days.

I know that I am happy that I can move around Azeroth freely again.  Draenor was different and the people there were happy that we had come to help them after all the trouble that Garrosh had stirred up, however, I know that some of them won’t be joining us to fight the Legion, which makes me sad.  I had hope that some of the people would feel the need to join us, however, I understand that they are still rebuilding from the past tribulations that visited their home world.

I honestly don’t know about the other people; however, it does seem like the demons are bigger and stronger than the ones that we have fought in the past.  Maybe it is because I am older and somewhat wiser in my strategy than I was when I was a young hot-headed Ranger.  I know that the Fel stench takes days to get out of my nostrils and quite a few trips to the bath to get it out of my skin and hair – that smell is like none-other.  I can see that it disorients some of newer recruits sometimes and they are constantly fighting against the fright of seeing these beings that they have only heard tales of before.  Sure, I’ll admit that I get a bit frightened sometimes too because it seems like a never-ending cycle and the demons keep coming.

 

Fnor Morningstar

 

Speaking Out or Just Talking To Myself…


June 22nd

Yo Book!!

It’s been a while, however, I’ve been rather busy of late and haven’t had a moment to call my own – or so I’m told.  Anyway, I thought I would sit and fucking write for a while because I’m tired of working my arse off for a bunch of ungrateful peons.  Yes, I am talking about my lovely Garrison that I have been saddled with since my arrival in Draenor.  I’m a Ranger, not some paper shuffling clerk and manager of people with IQs that are lower than room temperatures – In Frostfire, that’s pretty damned low too.

I think I am just disgusted because I want to go home to Pandaria and see Romy and the kids.  I haven’t even seen my son yet because I wasn’t allowed to go home for the birth nor was I allowed to go home afterwards.  Seems totally unfair to me because I know that I am not needed all that much here at the Garrison, it can run along smoothly for a few days without my presence.  I will admit that I do have a firm boot when it comes to some of my people that I catch sleeping on the job.

As I do my mandatory stroll around the Garrison each morning, I have chanced upon a few Orcs doing “squats” with their arms loaded with wood and that’s okay, I guess, however, the thing that is really bothering me is the fact that somethings they are standing next to a tree while they are doing these calisthenics.  Now, do I want to know what they are really doing or do they have some incredible itch that they can’t reach with their arms full and they are too stupid to put the wood down?  I’m not even going to ask.

Another thing, the mines.  I was never a miner and I sure never have liked being caves or anything underground.  Now, I have to do the daily inspection and actually take ore samples every single day.  I don’t have a problem with the inspection, however, I have no clue what it is that I am doing with these samples.

I think the goblins have some kind of Union for the people that work in the mines.  They are all identical little female blonde goblins.  I do mean identical, the voices the appearance, and the way that they do everything in the mine.  There are no male goblins down there – do the females really leave the mine at quitting time or is there a quitting time? Oh, occasionally I do have a run in with one of the critters in the mine, a goblin can be standing right next to the critter or even me and they just keep hammering away at the ore as if there is nothing going on.  I know they are hired to do mining and that’s all they are going to do even if it means I’m getting the hell beat out of me, they won’t lift a finger.   All of the male goblins are on the surface in the Garrison doing other chores – I need to speak with Gazlowe about this stuff, I suppose.  It just seems curious to me.  Let’s face it, everything is weird in Draenor.

I’m also running a shipyard.  Why?  What I know about naval strategy and shipbuilding you could put in a thimble and lose it. I don’t like ships, boats or anything other than my fishing raft when it comes to water.  At least I know where all of the Orgrimmar Orcs are being sent – shipyards and Garrisons.  I know that I shouldn’t say this, however, I am really starting to wonder about Orcs – why are there so many and why are we here in Draenor fighting an Orc fight – we’re Blood Elves, Sindorei, why do we need to be kept here indefinitely.  It definitely isn’t because we offer fashion ideas to them or anything.

I haven’t even had time to go visit Fnor’s Garrison for the last couple of weeks because I have been busy getting my people out on patrols and trying my level best to make sure that everything is running as it should.  I hope that if I keep my nose to the grindstone that I will finally convince the higher-ups that I should get permission to go back to Azeroth for a while.  I have heard tales of people that have gone back without permission and all of their properties, money, titles and everything they hold dear were commandeered from them supposedly by the Horde Command.  That’s a bit harsh.

I just know that I want to go see my family.  I know that I miss Romy more than I could even imagine and I want to see my kids.  I just hope they haven’t forgotten me.

 

Fnar Dawnglory

 

 

Yes, We Are Truly Far From Home…


June 10th

Dear Journal,

It has been quite some time since I have made the time to write things down, however, since the transition to Draenor and all of the responsibilities that seem to have been thrust upon me, there just isn’t time.  How was I to know that I would be put in a position where I would be in charge of an entire Garrison?  I know it makes me proud and sad at the same time – I came here to serve the Alliance and to protect Azeroth from these Orcs that have fallen prey to the diabolical mind of Garrosh.  Luckily, that part is pretty much over.  We have been given reason to believe that the crazed fool is no longer with us, however, his influence has befouled the minds of so many that he came into contact with.  We are desperately trying to clean up the mess he left behind.

I will never fully grasp how Garrosh escaped from Pandaria with all of the guards and protections that had been put into place to make sure that he remained in custody.  Oh well, it’s not something that I witnessed and can only go on what I was told happened.  It seems that treachery has a very long arm indeed and the price has to be paid by many.

Today I decided to run away for a while with my journal and write some of my own thoughts down without having the constant interruptions that I have to deal with at “my” Garrison – still feels funny to think that the place is supposedly mine to manage and deal with.  It’s not unlike the company back in Stormwind, same personnel matters. The usual dramas that you have when you put a group of people together in a fairly confined area in a strange place.

I will admit that one of the main reasons that I came to Draenor was because I wanted to be near my Sindorei, my beloved.  Oh, I know that we’re older, however, I can assure you that the passion still runs as deep as it ever did between the two of us and we have been separated too many times in the past to want to endure it any longer.  Yes, our son, Kaldor, is up here as well and I will admit that sometimes I think it embarrasses him to think that his parent may still have some kind of intimate life going on after all of these years. I almost have to laugh because he has his own Sentinel to deal with and one of these days, maybe, I might be a Grandmother, if Elune wishes it.

I’m very happy that Fnor and Kal are here in Draenor, however, my heart yearns to see my other children and my parents.  I don’t understand this time thing at all and it concerns me a great deal. If you could truly feel time passing, I’d say that it is at a snail’s pace in Draenor, does that mean that the time on Azeroth is the same or what?  It’s all very confusing to me and I can’t fathom if there could be a difference.  Of course, there are mages that will transport you back to Azeroth and the correct time for a fee, however, you still need to get permission from your commanding officers above you to take one of those trips – there are people of higher rank that you have to answer too.

I will admit that I am enjoying seeing things the way that they supposedly existed in my time-line long before I was born.  I dearly love Shadowmoon Valley and Nagrand, although, the creature comforts that I have aren’t there in this time period.  For those of us that have lived in Nagrand prior to coming to Draenor, it is indeed quite the shock and the vastness of the area is wonderful.   It takes time to adjust to these things without getting a little bit confused from time to time with landmarks that should be there and are not.

Fnor laughs about the fact that he has to lean heavily on his map reading to find his way around in some places because his memories of our time tend to over-ride what he sees in front of him.  I can well imagine that he wants to get back to our Azeroth as much as I do.

Amyn

 

 

Thinking of Things in the Past…Looking Forward


 

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

 

May 31st

Dear Journal,

I’m sitting here on the front steps of my headquarters in the Garrison and wondering about a whole plethora of  things that I have been thinking about since we came to Draenor.  I would like to say that I am sitting here in my robes, coffee and cigarettes at the ready, however, that is not the case.  It’s too damned cold to be sitting around in robes and I always seem to be stuck in my usual uniform of armor and weapons at the ready – you never know when some fool will decide to attack your Garrison even though we’re fully armed to the teeth and have yet met any kind of defeat from the useless attacks.

I wish I could just sit here and enjoy what little bit of sunlight and warmth we get in this Light Forsaken tundra without people walking by, snapping too and saluting before they move only if I return the salutation.  I would love to be sitting on the steps in Halfhill on the farm, what the plants grown and feeling the warm sunlight, birds singing and watching some of the non-lethal insects zipping around the crops.  I would love to be able to sit here with a hot steaming cup of my coffee for longer than five minutes and get to enjoy that wonderful aroma and flavor.  I truly miss those quiet peace times in Pandaria that we were able to enjoy there at the last.

I don’t know how anyone else feels about being in Draenor, however,  I am one of those people that only thinks about the time that we will finally be able to leave here.  The world seems to be vast and the people that we have been in contact with are really hospitable in ways that I wouldn’t think it were possible.  I know that we came here to fight the Iron Horde, however, there are times that I wonder how the people actually feel because it was almost like we were invading for the sake of invading.   Are we here to rescue the inhabitants or are we here to help ourselves to their resources as we have historically done in every military action.  Every time I think about the military actions that I have been involved in over the years, it makes me realize that I am getting up there in years even for a Blood Elf.

I know that it hasn’t been easy for me to keep my mind completely wrapped around the fact that I am a commander of a garrison.  I know that I have been a commander before, however, it has always been over a group of Rangers, not a conglomerate of people and resources.   I definitely feel more comfortable with the idea of dealing with Rangers than I do these other things.

No, I’m not a miner, nor a gardener nor do I feel comfortable dealing with all of the forging and the like.  No, I’m not feeling comfortable in sending people out on missions that I would much rather be a part of rather than to continue to sit in my garrison while they are off having these adventures.  I’m old school enough to feel comfortable in delegating out tasks instead of having to attend to a lot of them myself.  I’m a soldier, not an administrator – I usually hire people to take care of things like that for me.

I did get a letter from my wife and she is on her way to Draenor, that is good news and bad, all at the same time.  I know that I have been so lonely these last few months that I could hardly stand it and to think that there might be a huge possibility of us getting together in the near future is almost a numbing kind of reality.  I know that I have felt like a part of my life was missing when she hasn’t been near me and being in Draenor really brought that feeling home to me much more than any other time than we have been apart.  To hear that lilting laughter and the occasional Kaldorei curse about something that she isn’t too pleased with, is something that I have totally missed .   Unfortunately, there isn’t a neutral city in this world where we can meet, however, we have been able to get through the obstacles like that before.

I know that it is sometimes hard for me to believe that the two of us have been together for all of this time.  I was a very young man when we met in the Northern Barrens and she was a very young Sentinel on her first assignment in the area.  I sit here and smile whenever I think about all of those strange circumstances that brought us together  all those years ago.  The fact that we should have been sworn enemies really never deterred us from letting our relationship  grow – it may have been the fact that it was exciting and different and we were at the rebellious stages in our life, I’ll never know for sure, however, I know that there is no doubt in my mind that I am still very much in love with my wife and she with me.  To think that we have two sons together is some kind of miracle to me and I will never walk away from that, our children are true extensions of ourselves.

I wonder sometimes how some of my friends would react if they knew that my “wife” that I seem to keep hidden away and protected is a Kaldorei.  I think that a few of them would be okay with it, however, there are a couple that would call me a traitor amongst other things because of the fact that I am supposedly sleeping with the enemy.   I know I definitely wouldn’t give up my mate/wife for any of the political beliefs that I have – I would give everything that I have away to just be able to go somewhere with my wife and live together in peace.

I have also gotten another refusal on my request for leave as well as the request that I put in to resign my commission and to be able to return to Azeroth.  It sure doesn’t seem fair and almost ironic that here we are in a strange place, our home is far away and yet, our duty is needed here.  I wish I could understand the vision of leaders a bit more, which does seem strange, I have yet to see anyone of any greater importance other than an Ambassador show up  to make the Horde presence truly known in that political arena.   This whole thing just seems off kilter in more ways than one.

At least my portals seem to be working here in the Garrison today, which is always a nice thing when you consider what we had to go through before my mages got their acts together.  There could be some underlying magic that I am not acquainted with the keep us from doing certain things in a manner that we have grown accustomed too over the centuries.  Draenor is a beautiful place in a lot of ways, however, I think that we are not adapting  to the environment as well as I might have expected, it could be from the fact that we are so isolated from our own world and timeline – I know it makes me nervous to think about it.

Ah well, I guess Pan and I should get up and start walking around acting like we’re actually in charge of things here and do some o four walks throughout.  It sure does get old when all I long for is to leave this place and not return or at least do something that challenges me as a man and a soldier.

Fnor Morningstar

 

 

Just Sisters…


January 16th

Dear Journal,

There are times that I think that my sister has totally lost what was left of her mind, not surprising either, however, she does make me wonder seriously about her sometimes.   I know that she is the creative one of the two of us, however, there are even limits to that if you aren’t really on the ball.

I went on about my business yesterday  and left Bri at home to take care of a few things, marketing, finish cleaning up her tailoring messes that happen all of the house and those damned pins of hers.  I can’t tell you how many times I have bounced my posterior down on one of them.  I hope that she got as lot of the stuff done and that it will be safe to sit on the couch again.

Naturally, I got involved in a bunch of other things and ended up staying away from home over night so that I could finish filling the contracts that we have for a few items, a few more pieces of leather ought to cover it anyway.  Yeah, I know that it is weird to take my journal with me when I go out on these trips, however, I’ve found it a good idea when I never really know how successful these trips are going to be due to the size of the contracts these days.

I did decided to visit around some of the places that I haven’t been in a while to see how things are faring.  I know that all of the talk right now seems to be about the conflict at the portal and people going onto this new place to protect Azeroth from these Iron Horde.  The only problem being is that when or if you decide to do this, you have to join the military again and I am not real keen on that since my last experience was less than stellar – I really hated being stuck with a bunch of Blood Elf females all of the time.   That seems to be what everyone is talking about these days although there are still plenty of things still going on here in Pandaria, enough to where we are actually keeping some of the troops here yet.  I’m sure they sent the cream of the crop on to this Draenor place.

I got home and the first thing that Brianca hits me up with is the fact that we should go to this new place.  No, I’m not about to leave the farm behind and just uproot everything that I have worked for in the last year and go running off to this other place.  I tried to explain to her some of the things that I had heard about how to get there and why I didn’t want to go – now she’s off pouting because she thinks it’s a good idea and thinks it’s unfair that I should be the one calling the shots on what she does.   Well, if she wants to go, she can go, however, I’m not going unless it’s absolutely necessary.

It just so happens that I like working for the company and I hate the idea of being stuck in some military setting where I always have to jump when some superior ranked person decides that I need to do something differently.  Nope, I like my independence and I don’t like being forced into things that I don’t like.  If she wants to go, that’s fine, however, she will be doing it on her own.    She was babbling about being on the cutting edge of things and getting into get started on her tailoring in the new land – well, does she even now what she means about the “cutting edge” – it’s totally different from what I think she thinks it means and it will take a heck of a lot more knowledge than how to use a pair of scissors to cut through a piece of cloth.

I’ve always been the one to go “first” and to set the pace and try to make things comfortable and as easy as I can for her in the past, even when we were both alive, that’s just how it was.  Our parents were always sending us on tasks and Brianca always came in second to catch up after I had done the hard parts, I don’t  think that she has  a clue what a “war” really means because she really hasn’t been exposed to anything firsthand, she’s always followed me.    If she wants to go, I can’t stop her.

We’re sisters and we’re supposed to stay together.  Sure, we’ve argued and we’ve had some pretty serious arguments, however, she’s always listened to me.  Now, she has been in Pandaria for such a short time and all of a sudden she thinks that she can take care of herself all on her own.  I’m afraid of the trouble that she might get herself into and part of me wants to go to protect her and the other part of me wants to let her find out what it’s like on her own.  I just don’t want anything to happen to her, she’s the only family that I have left.

No, damn it, she didn’t get all of the pins out of the couch, I just plunked my bum down and stood up looking like a pin cushion again.  I don’t want to be a total nag about things, however, if she decides to go off on her own, I hope she takes her stuff with her.  She can take that dress dummy of hers with her too because there have been a few times that I have come in late and thought it was an intruder and almost hacked it to bits. 

Hazey Smyth

 

Draenor Is Not All Beauty…


January 14th

Dear Journal,

Well, I think that Kae and I are finally getting used to our place in Draenor.  Whomever thought it was such a great idea to put all of this responsibility for a garrison on us really needs to rethink that idea considerably because we’re just a Sentinel and a Scout, not Commanders of anything other than our own destiny.  However, we’re trying to take it all in stride and we’re doing okay with it, no one has died and things seem to be building up nicely, regardless of how we feel about it.

I know that I definitely miss the simplicity of the farm in Halfhill and I am looking forward to taking some time off in the very near future and catch a portal back there, even if it is only for a few days, I miss our cozy little house, the farm life that we had.  What I think I miss the most is the actual freedom of coming and going as I wished most of the time.  Oh well, I know that times change and things have to change along with it, however, I’m not too keen on all of the changes.

I missed being able to go to Nagrand for the holidays, the old Nagrand, not the new one.  I know that Mom was planning on carrying everything on the way that Dad wanted it done even if he wasn’t there to enjoy it either.  Maybe he got lucky and got to go home  for a little while at least.  I  know that it was always one of his favorite holidays and he always enjoyed everything when we could have the entire family together.  I can well imagine that some people would be shocked to see a bunch of Sindorei and Kaldorei enjoying the holiday together since we’re supposed to be sworn enemies – well, someone forgot to tell my parents about that years ago.  I don’t know how they have managed to hold us all together the way that they have all of these years, but they did and I’m much happier for it, no matter how strange it might seem to others.

I am still very enamored of Shadowmoon Valley here in Draenor and I suppose that that is a good thing because that is where our garrison happens to be.  The rolling hills, the wildlife and the way that everything feels makes me think of it as a home, in some ways.   I know that in my own timeline, it’s not this beautiful, it’s ugly, menacing and extremely dangerous with all of the demons that have taken over the area.  Not here, it’s gorgeous even if it is does have its own brand of danger.

I know that Kae and I have spend some time just patrolling the general area and have actually made it to Gorgrond.  Now, that area is totally different from Shadowmoon because it is more jungle than anything else.  I know that the game is plentiful, so are the Horde.   I know that we have side-stepped a few encounters because we were outnumbered three to one and I don’t think that either one of us can battle through those odds – the Iron Horde are definitely some of the fiercest people that I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.

From everything that I have seen and heard, they don’t take prisoners very often and if they do, woe to the poor person.    I know that they don’t bury the dead all that often either, especially the people that they have defeated.    I always thought that the Orcs in Kalimdor were rather barbaric in the ways that they did things, however, I don’t think that they can hold a light to how these people are.  Fierce, savage and totally in the belief that they have the right to dominate everything they encounter.  My heart truly does go out to the Draeni and some of the villages that we have seen because when the Iron Horde comes through, they kill everything – men, woman and children.  I know that I caught Kae crying one afternoon after we had traversed the outskirts of one village and she had seen quite a few small bodies lying out there in the open for the carrion to get at them.  There were too many for the two of us to bury – we had to mark the location on our maps and report it when we got back to our garrison so that a burial party could make their way there to make sure that everything was taken care of.   I know that Draeni have special rites that they observe for the dead and we really weren’t sure how we were going to be able to handle that with the little bit of knowledge that we have about it.

I know that my Father used to tell us about the scourge in Northrend and how they would rage through an area and not leave a living soul for miles around.  He also spoke about the attacks that happened to Silvermoon and the surrounding areas, however, he never talked much about how many people were killed and especially not about the women and children being killed.  I’m sure that it happened, he just didn’t discuss it.   I know it happened, that’s a part of war, however, I’ve never had to see it or live through before.   I will admit that Kae isn’t the only one that has shed a tear for the loss of life.

I know that for all of the beauty that I see in the land, there is always some new horror awaiting us the further we patrol.  I thought that things were dicey in Pandaria when we were stationed there, however, I don’t think that anything could have prepared us for what we’ve seen here.   I wonder what the Orcs from Kalimdor must think of these Orcs in Draenor?  Would they view them as true Orcs or would they view them for the savages that they truly are?  It’s not just the Orcs either, I have seen some of the Draeni here go into a rage that has left me feeling somewhat awestruck with their ferocity.

I think I know how my Father must feel most of the time.  His entire life has been made up of mostly nothing other than being in the military and serving  his country.  I can understand why he started his own business in Northrend when he was a young fellow and tried to break away from the constant war and conflict too – it makes you feel old sometimes makes you wonder why you keep going on with it.  I feel it’s my duty to serve the Alliance, however, there is always that lingering doubt in my mind that I will never get to go back to the life that I wanted.

I know that there are times that Kae and I are just bone weary when we get back from our patrols to make our reports.  I know that we always have to make sure that we are sending other people out to patrol when we aren’t doing it ourselves. It just makes you tired to think that this might be all that there is in this place sometimes.

At least we have made ourselves a comfortable spot over by the herb garden and we have some privacy there at least.   I know that we have made it fairly clear to people that when we are in that area not to bother us unless it’s a matter of life and death.  We need a break from the everyday functions of the place now and then too.

We were finally able to get a decent bed to sleep in although it’s not nearly as comfortable or as cozy as the one at the farm, however, it will have to do.   Okay, we’re trying to establish some kind of domestic routine to help maintain our sanity.  I was even able to get a stove shipped in for us to cook some of our meals.  The mess hall is fine, however, there are times that we just want to cook the food ourselves and eat together alone.  Oh sure, the main building is great for some of the things, however, Kae and I both have our privacy that we both crave and need – there are times, you know.  I think that the two of us have gotten used to living at the farm where we weren’t surrounded constantly by people that wanted our attention for something all of the time and it was really started to wear on us both.  I know that we have gotten some pretty odd looks from some of the people here when we decided to do our laundry and hung it out to dry in the sunshine by the house – well, we like clean clothes too.

Oh, it’s not all doom and gloom here by any means.  If we just let ourselves stay immersed in nothing but the violence of the place, I’m sure that we would all go mad at some point.  We’re here to do a job and protect Azeroth, however, we have our own emotional needs that need to be met or we would end being no better than the people we are fighting.

Kaldor Shadowmoon

 

Serving in Draenor…


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

January 2nd

Dear Journal,

I will have to admit that I have felt better than I do right now and I will have to admit that I haven’t had a hangover to match this one for quite a few years.  Well, come to think of it, I haven’t had a hangover quite like this since I left Dalaran.  I know that I feel pretty scatter brained at the moment and my thoughts just seem to be running wild in all directions.  Not to mention, I still have a headache – what wouldn’t I do to get my hands on some fel-laced cigarettes at this point  – there seems to be a shortage of that commodity up here.

What started out being a dinner with drinks with a few friends ended up being a dinner and a two day drunk.  Somehow I made it back to my Garrison and found a place to sleep that didn’t smell of the previous occupant. Sure, I had to make use of a bedroll that was mine and I slept on the floor but that was okay because if I had been forced to stand up and walk far, I might have fallen on my face more than once.  At least I had Dog and Pan to keep me company and I hope that I didn’t intrude on the herbalist too much, she stayed outside, I’m assuming.  Nice Tauren lady with a name that keeps slipping my mind.

I think a large part of all of our problems at dinner was stemming from the fact that we didn’t especially want to be where we were and we all missed out families.  It was nice that Dawnglory was along and he had brought his Father-in-law or soon to be in-law along with him.  We sat in the Inn and drank, listened to some of the conversations going on around us and just proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk.

Dawnglory’s Garrison isn’t too terribly far away from mine so we do get a chance to visit now and then when we’re out on patrols or visiting one another, however, there isn’t that feeling of camaraderie that we have always had when we have served the Horde together in the past.   I guess we’re supposed to all be Officers of some sort.  Too damned many chiefs and not enough peons if you ask me.

Pardon my language, however, I have seen so many of these new Commanders here in Draenor that barely made it out of Silvermoon before they were sent here and they have zero experience in the field and not any command experience at all.  Makes me wonder what in the heck is going on.   I know that a couple that I met last week couldn’t have poured piss out of a boot with directions on the heel – they are that green.  I guess the new Horde is a “learn as you go” kind of thing now and there doesn’t seem to be any real direction, however, what else could I expect with the transition from a maniac to a Troll Warchief?  I honestly didn’t expect it to be quite like it is now anyway.  How the hell we’re going to survive this mess is beyond me, however, it isn’t something that I have any control over.    I’ll do as I’m ordered and that is going to be the extent of it – I do question the reasons behind a lot of the things that we’re doing.

I think I was just lonely when I went to meet Dawnglory and he wasn’t exactly Mister Sunshine himself.  Normally one of us will stay a bit more sober than the other one, however, I think that this time it was a case of which one of us would pass out first – the one left conscious would look after their fallen comrade.  I know that Dawnglory can usually drink me under the table and this time it was no different – I know that I knocked back a lot of liquor and not even good liquor at that. I don’t think they even have the resources to get good stuff here.  How I made it back to my Garrison in one piece is going to be a mystery to me until I get a chance to talk to Dawnglory.

I know that the holidays have truly been a miserable time for me right now and I miss my family in the worst way.  I know that Amyn was still planning on having the family gather at the new house in Nagrand to celebrate – in our Nagrand on Azeroth, not this new one here.  It’s all pretty damned confusing.   Anyway, I know that she was planning on having everyone there before she gets reassigned to a new Sentinel unit that will be moving into Draenor – I wish she didn’t even have to go.

I was very surprised when Dawnglory showed up.  I thought for sure that he would be one of the last ones to arrive, however, I guess someone in Silvermoon got a wild burr up their backside and just decided they were going to pull everyone they could to active duty.   He was telling me that he had left his woman and daughter in Halfhill and was hoping that they would be okay.  I think he did the right thing there and didn’t have them go back to Silvermoon City.   I don’t know how some of the women in Silvermoon would get on with his fiery redhead.

I should be getting some reports from Zippie in Silvermoon soon too, she’s usually pretty good about getting things done and keeping me informed.  I suppose that there is a bit of a lag with the mail here in Draenor since I’m not exactly sure how they go about doing that sort of thing.   I think that with all of this portaling things back and forth like this would be rather expensive for the Horde as a whole.  I’m sure that the civilian mail is probably on the lowest end of the spectrum of importance to getting it here in a timely manner.  I am in hopes of hearing something from Agatha too, she should have already made her way back to the houses in Silvermoon by now unless she has decided to stay away longer for some reason.  I hope everything in Silvermoon is being taken care of properly, not to mention, I hope my business interests are doing well.

I know that I sent my gifts out that I had purchased after my arrival here and can only hope that the people received them in time for the big day.  Some of the gifts I had left in Silvermoon and I know that those were okay because Zippie had plenty of time to get them sent out at the appropriate time.   I did find some interesting things for Amyn since I have been in Draenor and sent them back to her – she can use some of them when she gets to Draenor too.   Some very nice fur-lined boots as well as a new bow that I thought that she might appreciate – she has always been partial to bone bows and I found one that was interesting, well, different from any that I have seen in a while.

I guess my son Kaldor is up here too from what I have heard although I don’t know where exactly he is in Shadowmoon Valley just yet. I’m sure that he and I will figure out a way to get into contact with one another.  There are enough people on both factions that are getting messages back and forth without too much trouble.  I sure hope the kid is taking care of himself and not over-extending like he normally does – he was always the one that would go that extra mile to do something.

Damn, I miss my family.  Not only do I miss my family, I miss the ability to be able to get letters back and forth with the ease that we have had available to us in the past.  With everything being bottlenecked by all of these weird constraints, it sure does make it hard to keep in touch.

Yes, I am already looking at doing some of my business related things up here in addition to my command.  I do have to think about the business and to make sure that we can get a good strong foothold on things here in Draenor.  I wonder how many of my employees are already up here that I am unaware of at this point?  I know that I am already looking into getting some areas setup for a warehouse here too  – I know that we will always need provisions and we will always want to be importing and exporting things from Draenor back to Azeroth, I just have to figure out how I can get all of that organized.   No, I’m not expecting Zippie to be up here for a while although I know that she would probably enjoy some of the things that would get her out of the office.

I don’t know what it is here in Draenor, however, there are so many times that I feel like I am out of sync with things and I don’t like feeling awkward.  I would definitely like some more direction from my superiors as to what else I am supposed to be doing other than just maintaining status quo with the holdings that we currently have in Frostfire and making sure that outposts are being maintained.  Sure, we have the patrols out all of the time and there have been quite a few run ins with the Iron Horde, however, I’m not getting much of any information as to how the search is going for Garrosh.  We all know what he’s done and the technology that he has give the Horde here, however, we don’t really have all of the information yet.  What else could this maniac  have done in this place that could further his ambitions more than he already has.  I mean the sheer volume of Orcs here is amazing.  Not only am I looking at suspicion on the Orcs from Azeroth, I’m really looking at the locales with a very jaundiced eye at this point – what would it take to sway them away from the alliances that they have made with us?

Yes, there have been casualties and yes, I have sent letters home to the families of the fallen, however, there seems to be a feeling of detachment here that I don’t think that I care for.  I can’t quite put my finger on it and it may be due to this time displacement of something.  There are times that I feel like I am standing back and watching myself going through the motions and not really doing them – is there some reason for this?  I actually find it rather disturbing on a very deep level.   Oh well, I can’t make myself worry about it too much because it will probably drive me absolutely insane.

I know that Dawnglory was acting a bit strange with his woman’s Father being with us at dinner and I asked him what was going on and he said that he would have to talk to me later about it.  Wonder what all of that was about?  The fellow seems to be likeable enough and I do enjoy talking to him because we have a lot of things in common – I like to hear him talk about his family because he is from a long bloodline in Silvermoon and he can draw comparisons from that experience to our current situation.  I do value his opinion on how we should be doing things up here – he’s a Death Knight and I know that he probably follows a different path that most of us mere mortals would.

Damn, speaking of Death Knights, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Felaran showing up here with her husband either.  I know that I have seen more Death Knights in Draenor than I have grown accustomed too since the debacle in Northrend.  Lots of Death Knights do seem to be roaming the countryside.   I won’t be surprised when she does show up and will definitely be welcoming her with open arms.

Well, I still have a headache and I think I will wander over to the headquarters and see if I still have any brandy left in the desk there.  I need a nip to dull the pain a little bit.  I need to see about getting some other personal things shipped up here too.

 

Fnor Morningstar