Happy Is More Than Just A Word…

*Some Language may offend – very blunt at times.  If you’re easily offended, please don’t read this.*


October 8th

Yo Book!

Where has the year gone and where has the time gone – well, part of it was spent in Northrend with Romy’s family once I broke away from the Rangers in Pandaria.  I can’t say that I have regretted making the choices I’ve made one bit.

Romy and I are both sitting around being blissfully happy with living together. I have never lived with a woman like this before, and enjoying the fact that we’re going to be parents in a few months.  I’m surprised that it took us this long for her to get pregnant, however, we never gave it a thought other than if it happens, it happens.  I know that I am ecstatic with the thoughts of us having a child and a bit apprehensive as to what it will mean to our relationship, other than making it stronger.

How the fuck was I to know that when I saw this redheaded beauty standing in Orgrimmar that fateful day that she would change my whole life?   Having spent most of my time alone in Pandaria without female companionship, I was looking for some conversation and a good roll in the hay. I never dreamed what plans the Fates had planned for us.

 Oh, I’ve heard the stories about my exploits up here in Pandaria, they do get back to me, and I have to smile and just nod my head.  I was drunk most of the time when those things happened and I probably thought they were beautiful in my drunken stupor the night before, however, the light of day brought back a hangover and my sanity.  Generally as a rule, I never stopped at the same port twice in order to avoid complications and a spouse that they might not have told me about. I don’t know why some of these women seem to think that it’s going to make a difference with Romy when they search her out in the market and tell her about her “lover” and how I was just in it for one thing.  Well, the talk should slow down in the near future because my lovely woman is starting to show a bit more of her belly with her pregnancy – she’s still beautiful to me, no matter if she has a bulge in front, we know what caused it.

I can’t help being afraid of things right now because I have never been so happy and I am afraid that it’s a dream that I will wake up from and I’ll be alone again.  I don’t know what I would do without Romy now because my life before she got involved in it was pretty lonely if the truth were to be known.  Yes, I have friends and I slept with quite a few women, however, she has filled that emptiness that I thought I would always have.  She has done more than changed my life, she has completed my happiness.

Oh, Fnor is giving me all kinds of advice about delivering babies.  He delivered his last son because the midwife couldn’t get there in time, however, it might be a bit different with a Kaldorei-Sindorei mix baby, I’m sure they are a bit smaller than full Kaldorei babies at birth.  I’m happy that Romy seems to have found a female midwife-healer here in Pandaria because I wasn’t looking forward to having some guy helping her give birth to our baby if she needed that kind of help.  I’m sure that he means well telling me this stuff, however, he just scared the living shit out of me – I know that things change down there when the baby is being born, however, I don’t know that I could handle the whole thing on my own.  We have a midwife, that’s a huge relief- if I have to move the midwife into the house at the farm, then we’ll do that because I want everything to be the best for Romy and the baby – they don’t need my fucking ass hitting the floor when I faint dead away during the birthing.

Well, I know that Romy still goes out with me when I got hunting or doing some archeology now and again.  She hasn’t lost her love of being out in the wilds even though we are both very careful  not to get into a position where we might run into any danger for her or the baby.  I think she even likes fishing although she tends to fall asleep sometimes – being pregnant must take a lot out of a woman.

Oh well, time for me to go take care of some of my chores and kick Jogu up to peak a little bit.  He’s slacking off a bit since Romy and I are here most of the time and I think that he knows I’m not too thrilled with the amount of booze he seems to be distilling under the house – it kind of smells bad and makes Romy ill sometimes.

Fuck the world!  I’m happy and if anyone tries to ruin anything about them, the wrath of Dawnglory will fall on them like no tomorrow. 

Fnar Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria




July 13th

Dear Journal,

I know that it’s been forever since I have written in my journal and it’s been quite a while since I had anything of any great importance to say, however, I think I need to say something to someone about this even if it isn’t out loud in public or anything like that.

I have been going through my priestess training and learning how to heal the way that it is supposed to be done and I think I am doing okay with it.  I love my work, I like helping people and making sure that they are feeling better when I am finished working with them as a healer. It has been my whole life so far.

My real problem right now is the fact that I think that I have fallen in love with a young Ranger, he’s very handsome and very sweet.  His family isn’t of any real note and neither is mine, so, there shouldn’t have been any problems with the two of us if we happened to get together.  I know that it is kind of hard to do anything in this town without it being circulated all over the place. I know how people like to gossip about things.  Well, I think that there is going to be some gossip going around in a while even if there was something that I could do about it.

Okay, my brother, bless his flirty little heart, has made arrangements for me to marry an older man and to gain some social status in Silvermoon.  I don’t love the man and from what little bit of time that I have spent with him, he just wants to marry me to produce an heir for him and to keep his bloodline going.  The thought of the old fellow touching my private parts almost makes my skin crawl; however, he is going to have to do more than just touch to get an heir. Due to the old fellow’s age, I don’t know if he can even produce an heir or how many times we would have to have this “joining” going on.  Well, there are other ways to get an heir and in all honesty, I have no qualms in doing that if it is going to make the old fellow happy.

We have gone out to dinner a few times and he does seem to be likeable enough and his very intelligent.  Well, he had better be intelligent considering that he is one of the magistrates here in Silvermoon.  I do have to laugh at those titles because historically, you had to earn the titles, now, you can buy them for a few thousand gold.  He likes to talk about his work as a mage and I find it rather interesting and find it very mysterious sometimes.  I think that mages walk a very fine line between the Light and the Dark because I know some young mages act as if they know everything and have unknowingly slipped into the darkness through some of their trial and error methodology, poor fellows.  Anyway, I think I can tolerate being married to this man and he already knows that it is not a love match and I know that he has already gotten a goodly portion of my dowry from Fnar.

Getting back to my Ranger, he’s everything that a woman could want; he’s handsome, virile, brave and a bit brash at times.  Oh, I know that a lot of girls are just crazy about the Rangers here in Silvermoon.  One of the things that I will say about my young man is that he is not a man of means and is earning his way through the ranks much like my brother and Fnor Morningstar did, they didn’t buy their commissions because it has taken them years of experience to get to where they are today.  Oh, my Jax is definitely a man’s man in every sense of the word, a very careful blending of both my brother and Fnor.  Oh, he’s not as blunt as my brother and he’s not as diplomatic as Fnor, however, he is a whole lot younger.  I know it sounds silly; however, he’s someone that I am proud to be seen with and very proud to be with.   

I know this all sounds confusing because it is.  I am going to marry this old man and I want to be able to be with my Ranger.  They both are special in their own way, however, one is nearing the end of his life and the other is just starting out with his profession.  I am very worried how this is going to work out. 

I know that I am really in a quandary because I have given word to my brother that I would marry this old man and my heart is telling me that it is wrong of me to do so.  I know that there are marriages where the people are together for the reasons that this magistrate is marrying me and yet, the couples end up being very unhappy together and they take lovers or part company.  I have spent hours praying to the Light for some kind of guidance and I don’t know that it is going to help.  I know that my brother would be very upset with me if I broke my word to him and to the magistrate and yet, I am not sure that I will be any happier for it.  Here I sit loving one man and knowing that if I marry the other one; I will have more social standing with my friends and the rest of the community that will enable me to further my career too.

I’m not as sweet and naive as some of the people around me think that I am.  It is a persona that I have been very careful in projecting because it is what some of the people expect of me.  I’m not like Faendra and her obsession with my brother nor am I as hotheaded as she is.  When I do things, I am more methodical and I do hope more organized.   However, this particular situation is rather awkward and I wish that I had someone to talk too about it.

If Faendra were here, I doubt that I would even tell her about it because she would try to use it as another way of getting at Fnar.  I swear that girl is a fool because we have all told her that he is not the “marrying” kind and that he is one man that is completely happy with having a fling and doesn’t want the encumbrances of having a wife and children – children he may have, however, it is doubtful that he will marry anyone in the near future.

Speaking of Faendra, she is supposed to be here in Silvermoon to attend the parties and meet the families prior to her wedding and she isn’t here.  I’ve written to her in Orgrimmar to find out what the holdup is with her arrival here in Silvermoon. I’ve gotten absolutely no answers from her and to be honest, I know how unhappy she was at her arrangement to be married in a few weeks, however, I have met her intended several times and he is absolutely gorgeous and very nice. His family happens to be one of the nicest families in Silvermoon and not all arrogant acting.

I know that Agatha has been doing a marvelous job helping me with all of the things with my wedding plans and parties even if she is wondering how fast she is going to be able to do the same thing for Faendra if she doesn’t show up soon.   Sometimes that girl just doesn’t think about things and it makes it a total hardship for everyone else.

Oh well, I’ll keep thinking about my own situation and see what I can come up with.  I want to keep my Ranger and I want to make sure that I keep my word to my brother about this marriage, even if it does make me unhappy.

This entry probably doesn’t make much sense since my brain just keeps hopping all over the place like a very skittish rabbit.

Felessa Dawnglory

We’re Still Lookin’…

June 6th

Dear Journal,

Well, if Zippie thinks I’m gonna move back to the slums when all of the dust settles about the Princess taking off, she’s crazy.  No way am I going back to living under that little tin shed and sharing space with the girls.  Nope, I’ll move in the Tauren, for that matter, I’ll move to Thunderbluff, they know how to treat a goblin nice there – come to think of it, they treat everyone nice over there.  I’ll just have to watch my step and not get stepped  on, they aren’t too good about looking down for people like me that are altitude impaired.  Yeah, I’m short.

I did talk to some of my mage buddies and nobody made the girl a portal.  She musta made it out before the lockdown happened, which means that was before midnight.  The stable guy is worthless, he doesn’t recall seeing her at all and now he can’t remember which mount she had.  Sounds like she used some goblin savvy to make him not remember stuff – like crossing his palm with some gold.

Now, I’m gonna be talking to Zippie and telling her to ease off on people.  She’s turning into a regular demon wench which it comes to the business.  Yeah, yeah, she got put in charge of things, but that doesn’t make her the next best thing to Gallywix either as far as making money.  She made Dooddah cry the other night and I’m not gonna have that – you don’t tell your sister that she’s stupid and needs to go out and do more work.  Almost sheeped, yep, should have done that, might have caught her attention.

She thinks that the Boss is gonna come in here and be all pissed off and stuff.  Nope, if I know elves at all, he’s gonna be frantic.  Yep, they sure do go into a tizzy when things are perfect and this ain’t exactly perfect.  I don’t see how he can blame anyone except for himself with this stuff – he shoulda taken that girl with him and not left her here in Orgrimmar, yep, that’s what I woulda done, nope, never trust one of these women when they get all temperamental and hysterical about stuff.

As I see it, the only thing that Zippie can get blamed for is the missing money from the safe because she didn’t change the combination when she took over the job.  That should have been the first thing that I would have done, yep, no sense in leaving that money lying in there without proper protection.  Sure, she could have asked me to do something about it before it happened too, silly shaman.

Man, I sure wish brother had made it out of our home before that lava rock flattened him out. I’m not their Pappy, I’m just their bachelor Uncle that has no clue how to raise kids.  Hells bells, they get upset with me if I have a few drinks and start casting magic every now and again – I still think that Orc looked better with those bunny ears, didn’t change his disposition, however, it made me smile.

From what Dooddah told me, seems like the Princess might be the rich elf that was hanging out in Crossroads for a while.  So, I guess I’ll hike up my robes and head that way with Dooddah and we’ll see what we can find out.  I bet a few copper that it was her, yep.  If I was her, I’d have changed my look too, doesn’t take much to dye your hair these days and that red hair would have made her memorable, I suppose. Think I’ll stop by the engineering shop and see if I can’t pick up an extra pair of rocket boots for Dooddah, we might need those if I think the Princess is heading where I think she is.  Don’t know why she didn’t just take off to Gadget and take the boat to the Eastern Kingdoms – nope, she probably thought that she could get lost faster here in Kalimdor.  Heck, I would have taken the zep from Orgrimmar over there – those guys never remember nothin’. Yeah, I checked to see if she was smart and did that and no dice, she hadn’t taken a zep or my buddies would have noticed since they get a free shot looking at the elf girls.  I even crossed some palms to make sure if they might remember anything – a lot of copper goes a long way, however, they didn’t see her.

Now, if Zippie loses her job with the Morningstars, we can always try to go back into business again.  The only reason that it failed the last time was because we didn’t have enough investment capital and we sure do now.  That idea that Zippie had about the archeology is a real money maker and we’ve been skimming off the top on that one.  Wish she had been sipping that cola a bit more when we were in business to come up with a plan like that.

Sure, the Boss is a nice fella and I think that he’s gonna be real upset with his sister taking off, however, he’s smart enough to know that it’s not Zippie’s fault He’s the one that hired that bodyguard or whatever he was supposed to be and that let us off the hook. I hope that Dooddah and I are in the office when he comes in because we’ll set him straight on that one.

Yeah, the girl had the hots for his business partner and if I was a girl elf, I probably would have had the hots for him too.  He’s one of those bad boys that always gets noticed by the woman.  Wonder if I should dye my hair blonde and see if the girls notice me that way too? Wonder how much it would cost to get my toupee dyed too, might look a bit silly with the rest of my hair being blonde and all. Hey, I’m older, true, however, that doesn’t mean the equipment don’t work, you know.  A fellow likes a woman now and again.

I already moved a bunch of my stuff in where the Tauren are here in Orgrimmar, I don’t like all of those Orc guards hanging around, they got sticky fingers when it comes to goblin gold.  Besides, I don’t like how they are treating the Trolls that are still stuck in the city, that ain’t nice at all.  What’s to keep them from doing that to us?  Nope, moving in with the cows is probably a better idea.  Yeah, we still have a space at the warehouse where we can stay, however, I’m not waiting til the last minute to get out of there if that elf goes off the deep end.

Sure, there’s a rebellion going on with the Trolls and the Orcs – well, with that fat-assed one that calls himself a Warchief anyway, he’s not real bright.  I remember when I first got here to Orgrimmar and how he acted when I met him – yep, didn’t make a real good impression on me at all – sent me off with a raggedy robe and told me to get to work.  Sure, the Orcs gave us shelter when we didn’t have any place else to go, however, we’ve paid for it ten times over.  Nope, don’t like the fella, didn’t like him then and I sure don’t like him now.  I wonder how he treats these Pandaren furry folk when they show up in his throne room – if it’s like how he did the goblins, I’m surprised they are still here.

Zednick Prattfall


Back In Her Arms Again…

*Language – blunt and a few swears.  If you’re easily offended by this sort of thing, please don’t read this entry.*


June 4th,

Yo Book!!

Yesterday when I returned from the base camp in Krasarang, I was pleasantly surprised to see Romy in the market place wandering about.  I had thought to surprise her and bring home something different for us to eat than Jogu’s chicken and dumplings, which, I imagine that she was getting rather burned out on even if they are delicious.

See that redheaded woman walking through the crowds of people was a pleasant and wonderful sight to behold.  It’s funny how it makes me feel every time I’ve been away and come back home – to see this woman out and about just made my heart start to pound and naturally, I had to go join her.

Well, well, well, it’s about fucking time that this happened again, I was beginning to wonder if we  were ever going to be able to be intimate again.  Let’s just say that when we were talking in the market, she was giving me all of the signals and giving me these little verbal taunts that were making my blood start to pound in my head and elsewhere.

Damn, we barely got in the fucking door before we were all over each other, clothes flying everywhere and, try as I might, I kept trying to be thoughtful and was aiming towards my armor stand as the buckles were loosened by my lover and my hands were busy trying to get her clothes off of her as well.  Fuck, who knew that women had so many of those damned little buttons on an outfit that barely kept them contained.

Let’s just say that we definitely followed the healer’s orders and were as gentle as we could be with our lovemaking.  I sure as shit didn’t want to injure her in my zeal to make her physically happy at the same time.  I’ll just say that we were carful and there isn’t going to be one of those interactions between us that a repeat performance isn’t granted as many times as we can tolerate.

Naturally, being in Halfhill, the thunder and lightning started right on queue and here came that rain again.  I will have to admit that while we were active, that chill breeze wafting through the house was a welcome reprieve from the heat that we were generating between the two of us.

We did lay there for a while afterwards and talked.  This is really the first woman that I have been with that I feel comfortable lingering in bed with them and just talking about everything under the sun.  We always talk about her family and, now, we even discuss her Father as we linger under the blankets for a while.

I was amazed to find out that her Father had left his position in Thunder Isle to head back to Kalimdor and take a more active role in the rebellion.  I was amazed, then shocked and then I got pissed.  The fellow wants me to take care of his daughter and protect her and off he goes to make a grand showing of supporting the rebels against Hellscream.  Here I am trying to protect his daughter, even if I’m sleeping with her, and he goes off to be the hero.

Oh, hello there, asswipe!  I know that he is a Death Knight and it’s harder than hell to kill one when they get into their bloodlust, however, they can be killed just like any other creature on Azeroth.  Did he even think about the fact that his actions would somehow come back on his family and acquaintances if his actions were made note of?  Oh hell, no, he just fucking didn’t think.  I realize the poor fellow may be a bit brain damaged and he might be a slight bit off-center, however, when it comes to this rebellion, discretion is definitely something needs to be sought for.

Fnor and I have been involved  with the rebels long before the Trolls decided to step up to the plate and take the forefront of the battle. However, one of the things that we have always been careful of is that our actions cannot be traced back to us, the company and to our families.  I guess we learned a long time ago that being a showboat will only get your fucking ass killed and your family along with you.  I have no desire to see Romy, Felessa or any of the Morningstars being killed off like so much trash.  No, I’m discrete and I fully intend on talking to Romy’s Father when I get the chance and tell him exactly what I think of his courage and valor.  It’s a one way ticket to the headman’s block or to the gallows.

I think that I surprised Romy a little bit with my temper, however, I am not going to hold back my emotions about things when I am with her.  I’m not there to dance the dance of being polite and playing those little mind games that couples sometimes play with one another.  If I think shit stinks, I’m going to say that and I’m sure as hell not going to dress up.  Can you imagine me saying “That fertilizer is very aromatic!” No, if it fucking stinks, that’s what I’m going to say. If she wanted midgame and the niceness that might go along with the guys from Silvermoon, she should have chosen one of them for a lover and not yours truly.

Oh well, it was truly amazing to be able to be physical with Romy again.  All those nights of lying there next to her were a temptation that were a real test for me, however, they are fucking gone now. I know that I have feelings for her that rise above the lust, however, I’m not sure that I would call it love like some of the other people might – I just like being with her when I can.  Oh yes, fucking duty keeps me away, however, to know that she will be there when I return has been the most amazing thing that I have ever had happen. Kind of makes me feel happy, nervous and frightened all at the same time, you know what I mean? I look back at some of the relationships that I have been in and there is no comparisons – well, you can’t exactly call a one night stand a relationship and I’ve only had those for the most part. I think that means that I have only had one relationship that lasted longer than a night before this and the girl took off, never to be seen again.

Romy and I are still finding out things about one another.  It’s really kind of an experiment of time, patience and compromises.  I once asked Fnor how he and Amyn had stayed together for so long and he said it was all compromise – sometimes he won and sometimes she did.  Oh, the one big fucking thing that he said that really registered was “never go to bed together angry, always find a resolution to the argument before you go to bed”.   I guess that makes sense somehow, however, if you have an argument right before bed, that might fucking mean you have to makeup before you fall asleep – I like that making up part.

Oh, Romy and I talked about taking some time away from Pandaria too.  We might be taking a trip to Northrend to see some of her kin up there.  It might be kind of interesting although I was hoping that we could tour this country together a bit more – I’m sure we will have fun either way.  I’m kind of nervous about meeting her “tribe” as she calls it.  You never know how these people are going to react to another male stomping around their territory.

Fnar Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria




What Am I Doing?

*Language – blunt and a few swears – if you’re easily offended, don’t read this.*

May 31st

Yo Book!

Yeah, it’s me and it’s the middle of the fucking night and I’ve been outside drinking with Jogue.  Oh yeah, we have these late night discussions every now and then when I have a case of insomnia and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to go chase some strange tail when I have a perfectly wonderful woman sleeping in my bed – actually the best woman I’ve ever slept with, however, I’m sure as shit not going to tell her that.  Oh the things that she does to me have me reeling from time to time.

Well, the sex part has been in absentia the last few days because she is still recovering from a concussion, broken ribs and who knows what else may have been damaged in that scuffle that shouldn’t have happened with a Mogu.  I know that I was very happy to hear that her Lt. Commander is no longer on the mortal plane though – he was going to be a dead man either way if I had any say in the matter.  Good ol’ Morningstar with all of his diplomatic skills can still be a blood thirsty bastard when the mood strikes him.  Guess, it kicked him square in the ass this time.  Of course, the rumor mill is grinding away at the demise of the bastard in question.

I’m sitting here at the table feeling almost too fucking plastered to write, however, it’s probably best that I sober up some before I go to bed with Romy.  She’s sound asleep and seems to be sleeping rather peacefully tonight at last.

I have no idea what was in the pain medication that she was taking there for a while, however, it may have stopped the pain but it sure gave her some horrendous nightmares or something.  I have the fucking bruises to prove it.  Not to mention when she kneed me in the groin, I had more than just tears in my eyes – she was sound asleep.  I could always tell when she was going into one of those nightmares too because she would start twitching in her sleep and then she would let out a growl or moan kind of thing that woke me right up.  I’m still not used to sleeping with anyone every single night yet, so, just the slightest movement or noise kind of has me on edge.

I have to admit that I enjoyed meeting her Father, however, I’m happy to make note that he is not a frequent visitor to Halfhill at least.  Nice guy, bosom buddy in the future, doubtful.  He wants to make sure that I will take care of his daughter, I get that, however, I sure as shit don’t need some patriarchal dude telling me that every other sentence.

I’m looking at Romy now and the bruising on her face has all but disappeared now and the swelling has gone down, however, I will have to admit that she had me worried there for a while with the concussion and how her breathing was all fucked up with the broken ribs.  That’s why we haven’t been doing the horizontal dance lately – she can’t breathe.  I’m real worried about how fragile she is right now and I fully intend on keeping her on light duty when she finally gets the go ahead from the healers to return to active duty again.

She’s just as beautiful to me now as she was the first day that I met her.  I know under those sheets there is a body that is almost like a fucking statue – every line is perfect and those hidden places, well, let’s just say that I think I could lose my soul forever with the way that she makes love. She has definitely been my match in the bedroom. She’s beautiful, that long red hair spread out over the pillow like a veil and I can just imagine the rest, her lips slightly parted as she takes in a breath.  Let’s just say that if we were able to do anything physically right now, that’s what I would be doing.

I’ve enjoyed the time that we have had though.  We’ve lain in bed for hours just holding each other and talking.  She’s a very deep person and I enjoy hearing that husky voice of hers talk about her life with her people in Northrend. She even listens to me when I talk too. I like the way she laughs sometimes even if it does bring on a coughing fit now and again if I make her laugh too much. It’s not intentional, I can assure you, she makes me feel like I can say anything that I want to her and she won’t take offense. She makes me feel like I’m smart and very witty – yeah, I’m a fool for a compliment now and then.

I’m kind of sitting here this morning wondering about what the hell I’m doing and about what I have gotten myself into.  I’ve never had a woman living with me full time and it does feel a bit awkward at times.  I mean, I used to just rip off a fart without thinking about it, now, I feel like I should do the polite thing and go outside.  No more whizzing out the door into the yard if I wake up in the middle of the night either – oh well, I guess I needed to be civilized a bit anyway – I think I hit the cat a couple of times before I realized it, she still gives me dirty looks, poor little housecat.  I mean I’m not totally uncouth, just a bit rough around the edges after living around a bunch of guys in a camp. I’ve come to the realization that women may not fart either – at least I haven’t heard one yet since Romy has been here. Maybe that’s a good thing because I’m sure there are sections of Silvermoon that would have blown up in a methane explosion if they did. Oh well, get off the biological warfare thoughts there, Dawnglory.

 I’m just sitting here looking at this woman and wondering what is going to happen to us down the road.  I care about her a lot and would like for this relationship to last for a while.  I’ve only been close to being in love once and the girl took off without any warning – I’ll never know what went wrong or if she was just a nut job.  What the fuck!  What’s there not to love about me?  I’m tall, I’m blonde, I’m wealthy in my own right and I have no strings attached to a family that expects me to do anything.  Well, my sister might but she’s getting married off soon and that will be one less financial entanglement for me to deal with.

I guess I should go back to bed and wrap my arms around this woman while she is still mine to hold and go back to sleep.  The sky is starting to show some signs of the dawn and I should get another hour of sleep at least before I have to put on my armor and head back to base camp. Sure wish we could do something besides sleep though – that might be the one thing I ask about in the near future.  I’m not ready for that to go away for a long time.

Fnar Dawnglory

Owner of Plantation

Halfhill, Pandaria


Mahamura Cloudhoof

Mahamura Cloudhoof

Mahamura Cloudhoof

Mahamura Cloudhoof – Happy to say that she made it to 90 yesterday and I was indeed very pleased with myself.  She just happens to be my second oldest character that I have on Wrymrest-Accord and my very first Tauren that I ever rolled.   Got to admit that there was some sentimental reasons as to why I had to get her up there.

I currently have six 90s in various stages of gearing, rep grinding and whatnot – I may never have the best gear or have every single rep that there is to exalted, however, I’m having a blast with the game after eight years.

Dealing With Women…

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

May 20th

Dear Journal,

Well, it’s time for me to have another look back at what has happened here in Pandaria, I suppose.  I’m feeling a bit nostalgic because it’s my birthday – as it is Vashlan’s and I didn’t even send the kid a present yet – well, it will be late but I did find something for him. I’m a terrible parent, I suppose, however, I didn’t really forget his birthday, the time just crept up on me and the day was here before I even realized it.   I did mail out his gift this morning, however, it will have to go the usual circuitous route due to where he is located at the moment.  It’s a nice staff inlaid with some jade and I’m told that the wood has special properties that only a mage could appreciate – I may have been sold a bill of goods, however, the thought was there when I purchased it. Poor kid probably thinks that we’ve thrown him away, is Mother and I being in Pandaria along with his older brother and we didn’t even think to set up anything for him for his birthday.

I did get to spend a few hours with my wife at the Jade Temple yesterday which was nice.  Oh, I’m still laughing at the fact that she’s not pregnant, which kind of is surprising and disappointing at the same time, however, what made me laugh is that her cat, Lumina, is in the family way.  I guess Lumina and Pan weren’t just watching what was going on with Amyn and I.  I suggested to Amyn that she send Lumina back to Dolonaar to have her kittens and you would have thought that I had said the most blasphemous thing in the world because she actually got angry with me.  Oh well, I guess I would feel the same way if I had a female cat expecting a litter.

At least we got to celebrate my birthday a day early in a very lovely fashion for us both.  Well, I enjoyed it and I think Amyn did as well.  We’ve found a rather lovely little hideaway where there doesn’t seem to be all that much traffic and has most of the comforts of home, a roof over our heads, at least.  Just being able to see Amyn’s lovely face and to hold her in my arms is almost enough comfort for me even if I do wish that we could turn the clock back to the days we were in Dalaran with the kids running through the house, I miss those times.

I’ve finally gotten to the point with Faendra that I put my foot down.  I made a special trip back to Orgrimmar after getting Zippie’s letter to talk to Miss Faendra about her recent actions.  Well, she came by that red hair honestly and she has a temper that I wish I could curb more readily.  Once again, she called me a few names that shall go unmentioned here and I lost my temper and gave her a head rattling slap which seemed to surprise her.  A man can only take so much abuse from a woman before he just loses his temper, which, I unfortunately did.  I think that this is only the second time in my life that I have ever struck a woman in anger, however, she has been pushing my buttons for months and I was tired of it.

Well, now she knows that she’s getting married in Silvermoon and the match has been made.  Her wedding will be at the end of the Summer and I am sure that she will fit in nicely with the family that I picked out for her.  The fellow that she is going to marry is a few years younger than she is and is a second son, however, he stands a good chance of inheriting a certain amount of wealth in the future as well as the social standing.  She’s not too pleased with that whole idea, however, that’s how it is going to be and there is no room for discussion, which I made perfectly clear.  The papers are signed, she will undergo a physical to make sure that things are still intact and that she will make a suitable bride for the young fellow.  I’m sure that she will get used to being in Silvermoon again and being married to a junior magistrate will put her right back in the group that she was used too before I yanked her out of there and sent her to Orgrimmar to run the company for me temporarily. 

I don’t know if it was the idea of getting married or the idea of undergoing an examination to make sure that her virginity was still intact is what set her off, however, she started screaming obscenities at me that I never even thought she knew and throwing things around the office.  I was trying to deal with that and trying to let it slide off my back until she called Amyn a whore – that’s when I slapped her. Amyn has never done anything to the girl, she has done more to try to help her than anyone should have and to have Fae call her something that she definitely isn’t was more than I could stand.

I also let the cat out of the bag about Dawnglory and his woman as a retaliation to her tirade. Well, I knew that Fae had been planning on trying to seduce the fellow and force him into marrying her, I got all the news from Zippie’s letter.  I think her finding out that Dawnglory was already taken just sent her over the edge. She even asked me how much I had paid to have this woman brought to Pandaria and how I had made the arrangements so that the woman would be “close” to Dawnglory.  I told her that she was insane and the whole thing had just happened.

Fae will be back in Silvermoon before the end of the week, I’ve given her that much time to get her things packed an organized to where she can leave Orgrimmar with some dignity left. Zippie will be temporarily in charge of things in Orgrimmar until I can find a suitable replacement.  I will be going back to Orgrimmar at the end of the week to escort my sister back to Silvermoon where she will be introduced to her future husband and will be given over to Agatha for supervision between now and the wedding.  No, I’m not stupid, I’m having Faendra watched while she is still in Orgrimmar to make sure that she doesn’t make a run for it, which she could very well do.  I have no idea where she would go or how she would survive but as headstrong as she is, she might think she can do anything she wants.

I thank the Light and Elune every day that Amyn and I never had any daughters because if my sister is any example on how it is to “raise” a female from the ground up, I don’t know that my head and heart could deal with it.  Faendra has always been rather dutiful and obedient for the most part until she reached her majority and now, there is no controlling her. I almost wish that I left her in Silvermoon and never moved her to Dalaran because all of this nonsense could have been avoided. She would have already been married and probably already had a couple of kids by now.  Oh well, hindsight is always something that you can reflect on and wish that you had done things differently.

Now, today, because it is my birthday, I am going to stay here at the farm or do some more exploring on my own.  This won’t be one of those days that I will remember with fond thoughts either.  No party, no family gathering and definitely not any kind of celebration other than the one that Pan and I might have later on, I do have some good brandy stashed away for special occasions and today, I might think it’s kind of special even if I am alone.

I was waxing nostalgic when I first started writing this entry, remembering the days when we would be able to gather as a family and enjoy the times together. I was also thinking about the times that Amyn and I would slip away to Feralas and camp for a week at a time too.  Oh, those were the days that I miss a lot now.  I miss a lot of things about how we used to live before this latest “war” a whole continent away from the things that I am familiar with. I miss the days that Amyn and I had before we had children underfoot and so damned many responsibilities.

When this war is over, which it will be in a few years, I’m sure that I will step back into my old life again.  Leave the Rangers behind again, find my way back to Shattrath and Nagrand where our houses stand empty – or they are supposed to be empty except for the caretakers. Amyn and I will be able to get ourselves back to what we’re comfortable with and enjoy life with our family.

Fnor Morningstar