Drinking and Dreams…


April 3rd

 

Dear Journal,

Oh, I do have to have a nice long talk with myself about drinking and going down memory lane with some of my friends.  While it was all done in good fun and we all had a great deal to talk about our past life experiences, I know I consumed way too much mead.  It was great being able to socialize with some of the others and finding out things that I didn’t already know about them, personality quirks and the like.  I know that I enjoyed the time, however, the only thing I have to cling too this morning is this incredible headache from all of the fun.

I know that I don’t usually hang out that often in Darnassus with my kind because it can be rather depressing and always stirs up my memories of things that I have lost since the fall of Gilneas.  There are still quite a few of us that think that there is an actual cure for the Curse and are still bemoaning the fact that they can’t live as they used too.  Well, I am one of the people that knows that there isn’t a cure for what ails us and if we are going to continue on in this new life, we need to put that yearning behind us and get on with life.  It’s not easy and we will always have those regrets of times gone by, however, that is not what the Fates had in store for us.

I did have some very strange dreams last night and I blame it on the mead and I blame it on the fact that I haven’t seen Felley in a while and I miss her more than I would have ever thought possible.  I know that we agreed a long time ago that we could and should go out on our own and do things without constantly being in the pack, however, I think it has been long enough now and she should come back home for a while.   I know that I truly miss those talks that we used to have when we were alone, I miss her laughter and “that look” I would get when I over-reacted to something.

My dreams were rather disturbing last night and that may be why I have this longing for Felley to be home again.  I was in that dream world revisiting things that I had thought that I had put behind me, however, they resurfaced with a vengeance.  I know that I spent most of the dream searching for my wife and daughters and reliving those horrible times where I thought I might have found evidence that they were still alive.  I know that I fought like a madman against becoming what I eventually became, however, last night’s dreams made it almost unbearable when I awakened this morning.   Ah well, I won’t spend all of my time dwelling on the past, it isn’t healthy and it sure won’t change anything.

Oak

Start Of The New Year…


January 12th

Dear Journal,

It really has been a very long time since I have written anything in this journal and I know that it has a lot to do with keeping the pack organized and growing.  Felly and I are still living in Darnassus for the most part and our pack mates are usually here most of the time.

Another year has pretty much passed without a whole lot of changes.  I know that Felley and I thought that it would be awesome to make the move to Stormwind, however, the cost of that move and the cost of living in the big city with the pack really just ended up being too cost prohibitive for us to actually make the change.  I won’t even go into the fact that the place was so crowded that it was hard to even think that there could be that much humanity in one area.  Plus, I had to stop and think about the fact that some of our younger members haven’t really learned the kind of control that they would need over their “wolf” to be able to rub shoulders with the other citizens without having the fear that they would reveal their true nature.

Oh, I know that I am old fashioned with some of the rules that I have with the pack, however, I feel that there needs to be a certain amount of control over certain things.  One of the rules that I enforce rather heavily is the fact that none of us should be in our wolf form when we are around settlements or in any of the larger cities.  I know that some others don’t follow that rule, however, it just adds a bit more of an order to things.  It’s okay to let the wolf roam freely and exhibit it’s nature when we’re in the wild, however, I don’t think that it’s really all that socially acceptable in populated areas.   I willingly admit that there are times that it’s hard to maintain that level of control for some of us – if you allow the wolf to be in control for too long or too often, no one can tell me that the beast might not take over your whole life.   I take pride in the fact that I am Gilnean, however, I do not take pride in the fact that I succumbed to the Curse as so many of us did prior to coming to Darnassus.

I think that we all had a great Winter Veil and the majority of us make the trek to Iron Forge for the celebrations there.  Oh the gifts were great that were handed out this year, however, I think that we have enough cushions in the house now to where we could open up the place as some kind mystical area – you know, the kind of place where palm readers might enjoy living.  All we would need is a hookah pipe and it would be the perfect place.

I did get Felley a new locket this year that I had engraved with our initials intertwined with some vines as well as having a place to put a picture in it if she so desired.  I wasn’t vain enough to have a picture of myself in there because I want her to have a choice as to what she wants to treasure in that locket.   I had to laugh because she actually bought me a new pipe that was rather ornately carved with a wolf’s head – I probably will only use that one when I’m home.  Plus, I got a new watch because the last one that got for me was ruined when I decided to take a shortcut and fell into the water .  Hey, I’m not perfect, sometimes I forget that I have my watch in my pocket and this last dunking did a number on the poor thing.

We did have a small celebration at our house in Darnassus for the pack along with some other friends.  It wasn’t anything huge, it was just fun and we all pitched in so that it wasn’t a huge expense on any one individual.   We even had some of our Night Elf friends stop in for a while as well as a few others – it was nice to be able to bask in the glow of that friendship.  I think Felley was really worried that a lot of the people might be offended because when we sent out the invitations that we would appreciate some assistance with the food and drink.  She thought that was making it out like we were too poor to really have a party and I explained to her that it was a way of getting our friends to feel like they were actually contributing to the event too.

Felley has really helped me with my education this year too.  I guess I was educated fairly well beforehand, however, she’s been getting me to read some of the tomes that she enjoyed as a young girl that I would have never thought about reading because the words were difficult for me to sound them out sometimes.  At least she’s taught me how to read without moving my lips all of the time.   I have to laugh sometimes because she’s refining me from being just the rough tradesman that I once was – can’t say I like all of the changes, however, if it pleases her to “improve” me, then, I’ll do it.

Our contracts from Stormwind have been a real lifesaver for us this year because we’ve been able to keep the pack together all of the time and fill them here in Kalimdor.  I think that when we tried to transition over to the Eastern Kingdoms that some of the younger folks really felt out of place because they have grown accustomed to the life around the Night Elves.  I think that we need to make a few trips over there sometimes to get them used to the idea that the world is a much bigger place than what they grew up expecting when we were in Gilneas.  I know that when I first started traveling around once we got settled in Darnassus, I was surprised at how big the world actually was because all I had ever known previously was behind the barrier of the Wall. Heck, there are still places in Kalimdor that I haven’t even ventured into and I consider myself fairly well traveled.

One thing that I have finally wrapped my head around is the fact that my wife and daughters never made it out of Gilneas.  I have spent the last two years trying to find them with the false hope that they were possibly in Stormwind or had found a haven elsewhere and I have given that hope up.  I’m sad in a way that is hard to describe and yet I feel that I needed to reconcile myself to the facts so that I could have a closure of some kind in order to get on with my life.  Felley and I are happy together and I think I just needed to let go of that last thread to my old life to actually appreciate what I have with her.  I know that by letting that part of my life go, I feel like I have had a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.

Well, I suppose I ought to stop rambling here and get off my backside to do some actual leatherworking.  I think that I need to start training some of the youngsters in how to make a proper pair of boots after seeing that some of them are still growing and the boots that they are trying to make work, just aren’t.

Oak

 

 

It Does Get Lonely Waiting Behind…


October 11th

Dear Journal,

Ah yes, it’s been quite a while since I’ve last written, however, these are busy times and there are many things to occupy my time.  The one thing that seems to occupy my time more often than not is the pack.  It keeps growing and sometimes I wonder what I am doing with this many in my group.  Of course, I do depend on Felley quite a bit to help me out sometimes, however, she has her hands full as well because she has decided to go out adventuring on her own a bit more these days.

There are times that I would be more than willing to put all of this aside and go off adventuring with her.  We’ve been together for quite a while and I will admit that I wouldn’t change a single thing about our time together with the exception of the fact that I would like to make our relationship a bit more formal, however, I don’t think that she would go along with that right now.

Felley knows that I still think about my wife and children that I lost in Gilneas, however, after the last year or so, I’ve actually stopped looking for them.  It was extremely difficult for me to give up on my old life, however, the logic of the situation finally registered fully on my mind.  There isn’t a chance that my family survived the fall of our homeland and it’s rather doubtful that they survived the Curse even if it did befall them.  Not everyone can adapt to that big change in their lives with their sanity intact.  I know this from my experience with some of the people that I have gotten to know since my arrival in Darnassus.

We did try to make the transition over to Stormwind for a short time, however, it was one of those things that just wasn’t meant to be due to the fact that some of the members of the pack couldn’t’ adapt to the city life without causing undo problems.   Rather than break the pack up and leave some of the youngsters behind, Felley and I, decided to bring the group back to Darnassus and to Dark Shore.  At least here people can kind of expect some of the social accidents that will happen with a young wolf, be they female or male – we all have our problems.  Sometimes the younger males will want to try to challenge my patience with the pack, however, that is usually short-lived and they have the choice of staying with the pack under my leadership and they can move on to another pack and try their luck there.  I know that Felley and I coddle some of our youngsters, however, they are the only children that we will ever have.

I do know that I haven’t seen or heard of anyone of our kind having children of our own since the Curse.  Maybe that ability to propagate has been taken away from us along with the Curse, no one really knows and it isn’t something that we discuss with one another.   There are a few people here from Gilneas that were not affected by the Curse but they are indeed a rarity and I will admit that there are times that I am somewhat envious of them having new families here in this land.  If only we hadn’t allowed ourselves to be cut off from the rest of society for so long that we lost touch with the reality of the situation of the lands and factions.

Oh well, all of that is hindsight and you know what they say about that.  I will have to admit that I have learned an awful lot from my mate in the last year.  I can read and cipher as well as she can even though I don’t have the formal education that her family afforded her before the changes happened.

From all of the rumors that seem to be floating around Darnassus, it does appear as though we’re in for some new and exciting changes as well as an opportunity to engage in some adventures with some of the old foes.  It may be rumor, however, not one to hide from adversity, I think that I will have my little pack ready for whatever may be looming on the horizon.

I hope that Felley will make her way back home before too much longer, I know that I miss her more than anyone could even fathom.  I guess I have let go of my past and I am looking forward to embracing the future if it’s not too late.  Who knows, she may have found another in her adventures to some of these distant places although I will have to admit that her letters are as warm as ever, they still aren’t quite the same as having her here with me.

 

Oak

 

 

 

Everything Is New … Time To Begin Again


April 24th

Dear Journal,

I suppose that I have to admit that I am enjoying my life in this new land despite the Curse.  In fact, I think that the Curse has enabled me to become more independent and successful at my chosen profession.  I know that I can stand and hunt with the best of them although I have not chosen to run with a pack yet.

Sure, I have met a few of my same persuasion, however, I am so used to being my own boss that I would find it rather difficult to follow the rules set forth by another.   Unfortunately, my Father taught me too well how to stand on my own two feet and make my own way.

The hunting is plentiful and I have been able to do all of the things that I would have normally done with the exception of living in a fine house and still having my family with me.  Ah yes, that does make me sad at some level, however, without the added burdens of the social acumen pressing on me to take a wife and have children to pass on the noble family name, I am finding it rather pleasant.  Where else could I live that allowed me to socialize with others and still maintain my independence?

This new found freedom is almost more than I can bear at this point.  I know that my life is very different if things had remained as they were in Gilneas.  I know that I would be attending quite a few more social gatherings in my Mother’s hopes of finding a bride and I would have been working with my Father to carry on the family traditions of working in the business.  Although we were of noble blood, there still had to be a way to earn a living in addition to anything that you might have gleaned from your ancestors as far as wealth.

I know that I have met a few people that I knew at home and strangely enough, they all seem to have become nobility since they landed in this new land.  Lord and Lady Whatsis, well, I fully recollect them being trades people at home, the wife was a school teacher and he was a butcher of sorts.  So, I suppose if they choose to live their new lives with the pretense of a lie, that is their business and I will not disclose their falsehoods.  I know that more than just a few people in Gilneas yearned to have that nobility crown, well, I can tell you from experience, it isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be when you get out into the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I know that I am just breaking into the edges of this land of Kalimdor and I have visited the large city in the Eastern Kingdom called Stormwind.   I can’t say that I was that thrilled with Stormwind due to the overcrowding, however, it is all a new beginning and I won’t let anyone spoil that wonder for me.   To begin one’s life anew is not something that one should throw carelessly away by clinging too hard to your past.   Let the past bury itself and live for the now and for the things that come – that’s what I fully plan on doing.

I know that I am going to live my life as it is and take what joy I can from being granted a second chance whether it came from this Elune or from the Light – it’s new, it’s exciting and I have finally convinced myself that I have no real regrets of things that have happened in the past.  Yes, there is a part of me that feels horrible for what befell my family at my own hand, however, the beast was the one that did the killing, not me the man.

Alexander Brandric

 

Exploring…and the Faire


March 8th

 

Dear journal,

I will have to admit that I am still tired this morning and I am going to take some time to be lazy and write a few things.  I have been remiss with my journal of late, however, there are so many things to do that keep me occupied.  Making a living is my primary concern.  I still haven’t made enough money to buy an actual journal yet, so, my little pieces of parchment tied together with a piece of leather is just going to have to do.

Yesterday was one of the few days that I have taken a day away from duties to do some other things.  You know the kind of personal and mundane things and I wanted to do some exploring on my own.

I did take a boat to Darnassus early yesterday morning and was sitting there enjoying the beauty and the peace that is offered there.  You can fish without worrying about being attacked as well as just sit under a tree and allow yourself to daydream, if that is what you wish to do.

While I was in the city I met a nice gentleman from Gilneas.  As is the case with most of the people from that area, he had received the Curse and was indeed a bit worried that there didn’t seem to be a cure on the horizon.  I can understand his concerns and even sympathized with him, however, he seemed to have adapted to his situation somewhat.   We actually talked for quite some time, two people discussing this strange land. One thing that he has a hope that someday he will be able to return to what is left of his homeland and wrest it form the Forsaken, while I have no illusions of ever returning to my homeland.   We are both learning how to adapt to the people and the lands that we have found ourselves living with, it will be an adventure for the both of us, I’m sure.

I had heard quite a bit of discussion from some of the older people on Azuremyst, the ones that had gone out to see other parts of Azeroth.  Oh yes, they told me of the wondrous city of Stormwind and that there was a Faire going on, which was an experience that I didn’t want to miss, if I was somewhat intelligent.  Always one to pay heed to the advice of my elders, I decided that I would make the time to visit this city and this Faire, what harm could there be?

I wasn’t disappointed with the huge city of Stormwind.  It doesn’t have the grace of the Night Elf city of Darnassus, however, it seems a much busier place.  A place where people are constantly in a hurry to get to whatever destination they were heading.  Tall stone structures with massive armament towers surrounding them – one would think that they were expecting  a direct assault from some enemies – the Horde most likely.  I saw an area of the town that had met with some kind of massive destruction which led me to ask some rather naive questions.  I will have to do some further research on this Deathwing.

I went into one section of the town directly off the canals that was the Trade Center, that’s what the sign said, anyway.  While I was wondering around, I saw a poster that was advertising for adventurers, skilled hunters and the like and it piqued my curiosity.  I thought that it might be a way to make some more money and possibly learn a few more things about the land.

I found the establishment and went inside and saw a massive warehouse stacked with all kinds of boxes and people running to and fro, bringing in things from the docks and what appeared to be other people such as myself, looking for employment.  I happened to notice a very nice looking Draeni female that was standing behind a counter at the back of the building.  She appeared to be the one taking applications for work as well as handling some of the payment for things that were being brought in.

So, I walked up and did my best smile and introduced myself and asked her a few questions.  Well, I found out that the company is owned by a Sentinel and her family from Kalimdor.  Interesting that a military sort would be interested in the commerce business, however, as long as they were reputable, it wasn’t my concern.  I did find out the young woman’s name, the Draeni, and it was Magdamia.  Well, I’ll admit that I was very attracted to her and she appeared to be very knowledgeable and a woman of the world, this new world.   I filled out the forms that she asked me to do and I don’t think she even read everything that I put down in regard to my hunting experience and so forth because she was staring at me like I was some kind of meal that she hadn’t had for a long time.  I got hired on the spot and she thrust several of her contracts in my hand, telling me that they had plenty of lead time on them so that I could take my time gather the leather that was requesting on them.

I’ll admit that while she was very attractive and I like the way she looked, she did make me feel very awkward about things.  I think that I will try to get to know her a little better over some time.  Maybe I’ll ask her to dinner when I have some more money in my pouch.

I went on to the Faire from Stormwind and I passed through a little village called Goldshire.  I must say that I was rather taken back at the amount of drunken debauchery that was going on there.  I hastened my pace to get out of there as quickly as possible and found the entrance to the Faire.

I’ll admit that the Faire was different from anything that I had ever seen before.  There were plenty of things to keep you amused, games and fortune telling, places to eat and places to drink, however, I was more amazed at the fact that there were people there from both factions, acting as if there wasn’t a conflict going on.  Strange people, put them in a setting like this Faire and they forget that some of the people that they are rubbing elbows with over  tankard are their Bloodsworn enemies.   I saw so many different kinds of animals at this one section of the Faire that my mind was whirling.  Oh, to think that I might actually run into some of these creatures out in the wild was both exciting and frightening.

By the time that I got home last night, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, which I promptly did.  So many things have I seen in the last day, my mind needed to take a rest and have some time to absorb some of the things seen and to absorb all of the information that I had taken in.  These are indeed a strange people and the planet seems like it huge – I am looking forward to exploring more of it.

Lagn

Accepting Your Fate…


February 28th

Dear Journal,

I have survived the destruction of my home, the deaths of my entire family and the horrendous life changes that have occurred to me, so far.  My name is Alexander Brandric, I am Gilnean and I am also a Worgen, through no choice of my own. Let me step back here a bit and I will tell you some of my story, dramatic, comical and sometimes rather boring.

I was the son to a minor noble family at home, which that name is not important to me now because the family as I knew it are all dead.  I am the sole survivor of the slaughter because I was the one doing the slaughtering. We had endured the onslaught of the plague being cast into our midst by the Forsaken and Sylvannas – we considered ourselves fortunate, maybe we were just kidding ourselves and accepted the ugly death at the beginning. Little did we now that the forthcoming horror that would befall our land.

From what I recall of my family, I assume that we were happy, we had money and all of the creature comforts that we once enjoyed without much thought.  There were parties, friends and lots of young woman to peek the fancy of a young man such as myself.  I’ll admit that I was no respecter of women and their protected virginity and partook of anything that I so desired – money has its advantages.

One night after one of my parent’s balls that was held in our home, I found myself in bed with a sweet young thing, she couldn’t have been more than sixteen. We all had been drinking and dancing most of the night and it culminated with me escorting this sweet young thing to my bedroom for some more intimate discussions.

We had all seen and heard of the worgen running rampant though our lands and were aware of the consequences if you were ever bitten, you would join the ranks of the filthy beasts. The worgen were originally created by Archmage Arugal to fight the Scourge, however, these aggressive beats had decided to turn their interest on easier prey, the citizens of Gilneas. Woe be to anyone that was only bitten and not killed.

When I awakened the next morning this young woman was acting rather peculiar and she bit me as hard as I have ever been bitten by any creature.  I cried out in anguish and looked at her to ask her why she had done such a horrible thing and notice her eyes had changed to a brilliant yellow and she was trying to attack me again. By The Light!! My bedmate was a worgen going through the transition to beast – that meant that I was going to have to face that Curse, there was nothing to prevent it or cure it. To be blunt, I killed her before she had a chance to kill me and removed her body from the house to the dense forest near there.  I was hoping that I hadn’t been cursed and I was also hoping that no one would remember that I was the last one to see her alive, if they ever found the body, that is.

Apparently, this Curse starts to stream through your body rather rabidly and it’s only a matter of hours, not days, until you make the transition to Wolf. The inner turmoil and pain I can remember as freshly today and I did the day that it happened. I thought to lock myself away in my rooms and no one would be the wiser, I had heard that some worgen were capable of returning to their normal human form – I had planned on staying in my rooms until I could make that change.

In my bestial madness, I broke out of my supposedly secured rooms and went on a rampage throughout the house, killing anything in my path.  I can vaguely remember some of the people that I killed however, I can remember killing my Mother and it causes me great anguish to my very soul. I can still see her shocked and pained face as I attacked her.   Her only words were “Why Alex…why?”  I will carry that picture in my mind until the day I die. From that point forward, my mind seems very unsure of the things that I was compelled to do as this beast.

The most horrible thing that happens with the Curse is that you are still inside this beast, you can see, hear and taste the things that it does, however, you have no control over it at all.  You may be screaming for people to run inside the head of the beast, however, the beast still kills whatever it happens to be pursuing, you see it very graphically and can feel the pleasure that the kill often brings.

I don’t know how long I was like this, my human mind was so overridden by the beast’s mind that I think I lost consciousness.  I do know that I was eventually captured and subdued in a cage, then later moved to chains.  I was forced to drink a potion that was supposed to cure the Beast, however, that potion took its own sweet time taking affect.  I was in the form of the Wolf for quite a while until something triggered the potion and I was able to return to my human form once again.

I remember fighting alongside my fellow Gilneans, some in human form, some with the Wolf.  I can say that we fought bravely and it seemed as though we were all going to be exterminated by the Forsaken.  The Forsaken were still lobbing their plague filled globes into the city, the stench overrode everything else and there was constant fighting for every single little foothold that we were able to gain.  It was a horrific time to be alive, no matter what form you were in.  To see your entire lifestyle being ripped away, people dying al around you, it was a war that I had never thought that I would be drawn into.  What was once a very proud city was now in ruins, people lying dead all around, too many bodies to give a decent burial and so many worgen satisfying their hunger by eating them – these were the worgen that were not such as I.

Graymane led his men valiantly, losing his own son in the process, as we tried to take our city back from the Forsaken and the worgen beasts that killed whatever came in their path. It was a truly gut wrenching time. We finally had to forsake our beloved city and fought onward to the coast – killing pockets of worgen and Forsaken as we went.  I don’t know how many people I saw die and at this point, I am numbed to the whole thing.

We lost our land, our people and the rights to truly claim that we were humans during that time. We finally made our final stand with the Night Elf race that came to our aide.  Of all the races in this great world of Azeroth, they were the only ones that stood valiantly with us.  We had to escape our land and took our refugees to Kalimdor.  What few of us that survived the struggles now live in Darnassus.   Most of us are Cursed, some are not, it was at the direction of the Fates as to whom was blessed with being normal human beings, displaced by a war that we never asked for or saw coming behind our wall to keep the world at bay.

I oftentimes hear people talking about a cure for the Curse and I have to laugh to myself.  There is no cure, you fools, you just have to learn how to control this inner beast and carrying on with what kind of life that has been left to you. I have very little gold in my pouch and I will have earn my money by my own hard work – no family fortune here, all was lost the night I killed my family.

Luckily I had learned to hunt with my Father and his group of friends long before this transition, so, I do have a means to support myself here in this strange land that we will now call home.  I do know that I almost get some kind sexual pleasure when the Wolf takes over and I am out in the field.  I have never known such physical strength and prowess as a human – I relish the joys of hunting down my prey and killing it, sometimes rending it to something that is not even recognizable in my beast frenzy.

I am going to accept this Curse for what it is, sometimes a blessing and sometimes something that separates my people from the rest of humanity.  I’ll keep searching for this so-called cure, however, I don’t think that it exists other than in some foolish man’s mind.

Alexander Brandric

Accepting Things For What They Are…


January 22nd

Dear Journal,

It has been months since I have taken the time to write in my journal, however, with this being a very cold and blustery day this morning, I think that I will take some time to sit by the stove and write for a few minutes.   I do dread the thought of getting out there in the cold icy rain even though setting the wolf free keeps me warmer than any clothing that I might have on.

This last year has flown by as if it had wings and so many things have happened that it makes it difficult sometimes to realize that as each month passed we were getting closer to starting a new year in this land.  I know that some of the older people long to return to return to Gilneas, however, I can remember how things were there and haven’t let those memories draw me into melancholy as some have.  I remember how it would rain and snow there and it seemed as if it never ended until Spring started bringing forth the new flowers.

We have been busy with the Pack, Oak and I.  I think that we have done right well with the group that we currently have.  We have had no trouble within our ranks and things have been plentiful.  We did go to Stormwind and started doing work for that import/export company that we found there.  The contracts seem to be many and we seem to fill them almost as quickly as we pick them up.  Sometimes Oak and I both go to Stormwind to deliver the goods and pick up new contracts that always seem to be awaiting us there.  It isn’t so bad working for a Night Elf woman, however, the Draeni that manages things for her is a bit on the rude side sometimes.  I know that she has tried to short shift us a couple of times, however, Oak is very good with figures and has been able to call her on it.

When we do make the trip to Stormwind, we can’t help but look at some of the available apartments and houses that are there that might be affordable to us.  However, we haven’t been able to find one that suits our needs just yet.  We don’t want to separate ourselves from the rest of the pack and would like to find a place large enough to accommodate all.  Oak says that we might have to wait another year before we will have enough money saved up or we might want to wander further afield than Stormwind and get a home in one of the smaller towns near there.  That is almost more appealing to me because Stormwind is very crowded these days with mercenaries and other people.

We have all been very busy this Fall and Winter, filling those contracts, and learning more about this land we’re in.  Oak says that the game here is definitely more plentiful than what we had in Gilneas, although some of the old timers will argue that point with him.  I know that haven’t wanted for anything and we always have food on our tables.

Oak was very sad the other day when he came home because he had gone to talk to some of his old friends and they didn’t seem to be even trying to fit in.  They are just living on what the Night Elves are kind enough to give them.  They sit under the tree and talk about the old times and how things were, the nobles, the peasants alike.  I don’t recall Gilneas being as grand as some of them seem to recall, however, I won’t argue with them, let them view the old world with their rose colored glasses.

Yes, I do miss the old life, however, I wouldn’t be doing some of the things that I am doing now if I were still there.  If it weren’t for the Curse striking when it did, I would have probably been attending balls looking for possible suitors to marry. Oh, I might have even been married by now and might have had children.  No, I would have more than likely been working with my Father and learning more of the things that a “wife” should know to run a proper household.

I do have to laugh sometimes because I can still sew the finer things and make them as pretty as I did back home when I have the time, when I’m not running with Oak and the rest of the pack.  I know that I have wondered many times what will become of us in the future, however, I don’t look too hard because I just want to see the pleasant things.  Life is not bad for me in this new land, I’m an equal with all of the others, no better and no worse.

I think about how things were in Gilneas sometimes and am very thankful that we have left that behind.  I know that if things were as they were back home, I would never have been with Oak and I would never know what it was like to have a man that would sit by a fireside and talk with me as an equal.  I would have been relegated to something else, talking with the other ladies at parties until my betrothed or husband decided that it was fitting for us to be on the dance floor.  No, I definitely prefer this life where I actually feel more comfortable.

Naturally, Oak laughs at me when we start talking and my education shows up from time to time.  Oak can read and write, however, he doesn’t take the joy from reading a book like I do because he has never had the time to sit down and really relax with one.  If this weather keeps up, I may go to the library and get a few books for all of us to read.  I do need to teach some of our young ones their letters – seems they didn’t make it to school at home because their families had no money. At least now these young ones have opportunities to better themselves without the old social barriers standing in their way.

Oh, we keep hearing that this person or that person has discovered a cure for the Curse, however, I think that we have all reconciled ourselves to the fact that this is how it is going to be.  At least our young ones have learned how to control themselves when we take them to Stormwind, no more accidental releasing of the wolf in the middle of the market like we used to have.  One of the rules that we have in the pack is that we do not show the wolf when we are in crowds of humans, dwarves and gnomes – we maintain our human form.  Even after all of this time, I know that some of the people are still unnerved by our ability to shape shift and I think that are extremely frightened of the beast.

Occasionally we do hear about the conflicts in Kalimdor and how the Horde seems to be imploding, however, I hope that Oak isn’t slipping off and fighting with the Sentinels as much as he once was.  I know that he tried to keep it a secret from me, however, there have been a few times when he had to explain away an injury that needed a bandage or stitching – he kept trying to tell me that he miss-stepped or some such nonsense but I know an arrow wound when I see it.  Besides, I know my man well enough to know that he isn’t that clumsy even when he has had a few drinks under his belt.

No, we haven’t gotten married yet and I don’t know if that will ever come to pass.  I know he loves me in his own way, however, I think that in his heart, he is still mourning for his wife and daughters.  I’ve never had children, so, I don’t know how it feels to lose one, however, I have lost my entire family and I have times that mourning never seems to want to end.  I miss my Father’s laughter and the kind touches of my Mother as she would braid my hair and talk to me about what a wonderful life I would have when I made the proper match.  Poor Mother always hoped that I would be able to wed a noble and bring our family to a higher station in life.

Oh, it does look as though the weather is breaking finally and I can hear Oak coming up the front walk now.  I suppose that he will want to gather the pack and head to Kalimdor to do some hunting and skinning.  I hope we get a chance to stop and do some fishing while we are at it, I have a yearning for some fresh fish.

Felley

 

 

Getting Away…Going To The Faire


June 7th

Dear Journal,

I know that I shouldn’t be laughing, however, I am.  Oak and I finally just told our pack that we needed some “alone” time and that we were going to the Faire.  I know that doesn’t sound very nice, however, we’re not old enough to be raising children, much less two children that have special needs – one from being abused and the other from being so new with his Curse that he sometimes has trouble maintaining control – he’s learning though.

We haven’t been alone in forever or so it seems sometimes, however, we couldn’t have these two youngsters living under the carriage in the Tree that the elves were nice enough to give to our people.  We had them move in with us and we’ve been looking for a suitable area for them to live that won’t be all that expensive.  I laughingly told Oak that we should get bunk beds in our room – I didn’t realize that he would take me literally and we got bunk beds. Silly man looked at me rather strangely when I told him I wasn’t climbing any ladders to get into bed with him.

We decided not to take the portal that you can take from Darnassus to the Faire and decided that we would take the boat – that cherry grog is one of my favorites and we both had a couple of mugs before we reached Stormwind. Oh, to be able to stand on the deck and feel the sea breeze and watch the water stream past the boat is one of my favorite things, maybe I would have married a sea captain or such, just so I could ride on the boat.

Ah, yes, Stormwind, it seems even more crowded than before and it’s not even a holiday or anything that I am aware of.  So many people in such a confined area make for some rather interesting times.  I know that we took our time going through the city and actually were able to drop off the skins that we have gathered for the contracts – we now have some extra money to put in the bank for the pack and for ourselves as well.  The Draeni at the warehouse always looks at us as if we had fleas or something whenever we come in, however, Oak always jokes with her and she starts to smile before we leave. I guess that they have even more people working for them now – free lancing people or mercenaries, I don’t know what they are called, however, I saw quite a few people standing in there or delivering goods as we were collecting our pay.   I know that Draeni really must have a field day when a group of Pandaren people come in – they are always furry and we’re aren’t. 

I know that Oak and I were very fortunate to be able to find a room in the Inn where we could leave our belongings before we changed into something a little more suitable for the Faire.  I put on my blue dress and had to laugh when Oak told me that I might want to leave off the bustle, what with the way that the canon ride shoots you out over the water and he didn’t want me to be floating around in the water with my skirts over my head – he had a good point.

I know that I am always thankful when we have some money and are able to enjoy a few pleasurable things because it was such a rarity for us when we first got together in Darnassus.  Oh, those were indeed sad times because Oak and I actually moved in with one another to save money, that’s truly a sad state of affairs.  Now, we stay together because we want too – no strings other than what we might have developed emotionally. 

I will have to admit that my living with Oak, as we are, would have shocked my Father and Mother if they were still alive.  I was one of those girls of better breeding back in Gilneas and steeped in the conventions that a good girl didn’t share her bed with a man until she had been married and even then, it was usually separate bedrooms and you made appointments with one another before you did anything. I know when I told Oak about some of the rules that we were breaking, I thought he was going to laugh until he cried.  His only comment was that he always wondered why most of the wealthy only had small families – those appointments must have had some conflicts with other things.  Now, I think nothing of the fact that we are cohabitating together and that we have no need of those “appointments” with one another.  I often wondered why my parents always seemed a bit distant and aloof with one another when I was around and I suppose that they really were following the social standards of their time.  Well, times have changed and I am thankful that I have a man in my life like Oak.

Oh, the Faire was even more fun this time than when we were there a couple of months ago.  We were having pack issues and the funds weren’t available for us to be able to take the time away from Darnassus.  This time things are settled down and we just got paid for all of our hard work.

We took in all of the sights at the Faire and ate so much of the strange food that I am surprised that we didn’t get sick, however, I do like the pickled kodo feet – they really make your mouth pucker up with that tangy dill flavor they have and the meat, although not plentiful, is very tender.  I know that every time I would eat one, Oak would wrinkle his nose in disgust while he was eating some other food – that man has a real sweet tooth sometimes.

Oh, he was right about the bustle being a bother with the canon ride.  I swear Oak spent more time trying to get my skirt off my head than he was in helping me out of the water.  I had on a petticoat, however, that was also wrapped around my head – which meant that there must have been a few people that caught a glimpse of my pantaloons.  We both ended up laughing so hard that we fell in the sand, which meant that we would have to slip away from the crowd and try to get some of the sand off of our bodies, which we managed to do, however, there is a cave over there that I don’t think we’ll stumble into again with a giant rabbit in it.

We did get back to Stormwind rather late last night and the streets were still all bustling with people coming and going.  We are still planning on trying to find a place to stay here in Stormwind eventually; however, we may wait a while to see if some of these people don’t leave. We were planning on taking some time to look around at the vacancies here in town today after my sleepy male wakes up. I bet the pricing is going to be horrendous; however, it won’t hurt to look anyway.

I hope we have time to go to Ironforge again; the place just amazes me with it being inside of the mountain like it is.  What with the Great Forge going all f the time, the place is never cold.  I don’t think that the dwarves would mind if a bunch of people from Gilneas came to stay up there for a while.  Maybe we could even take the time to look around outside to see how the hunting would be for us too.  Never hurts to have several avenues available to you when you’re thinking about changing your location.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love Darnassus and all of the people in there, however, a lot of the other people from Gilneas are of the old school and if they realized my family connection, I would be frowned upon most highly.  Here I am a woman of good breeding living with a tradesman.  Oh well, at least in Stormwind I would imagine that the social boundaries are a bit more flexible.  I do miss the social gatherings that we used to have at home and I would think that some of the events would be more readily had here.

I hear moaning coming from the bed and that mean that Oak is realizing that he shouldn’t have had those last two drinks last night.  Time for me to finish up here and get dressed so that we can go out and find some breakfast before we start looking at houses. 

Felley

 

In The Beginning…This Is How It Will Be


May 17th

Dear Journal,

Miss Felicity gave me this book and told me that I should write my thoughts down in it and keep track of things.  I suppose that it helps you somewhat figure out what has happened to you since the Curse, is it a Curse or is it a blessing in some ways. I guess that it would help if I could track the involuntary changes that I still have a problem with, maybe I’m not strong enough in character because it does seem to happen at the most inopportune times.

My name is Darren Caldwic, I’m approximately 21 years old. Yes, yes, I look a lot younger, however, I suppose that I will find that a blessing when I’m older but not right now.  People tend to treat me as young man, not a boy, just a very young man.

I grew up in Duskhaven, an only child born to an older couple that were probably very surprised at my creation considering their ages.  I grew up living a very sheltered life because my Mother was always afraid that I would get hurt or something.  I spent a lot of my time reading and a lot of time with my studies.  My Father didn’t want me to become too much of a Mother’s boy and decided to take me hunting and teach me the way of the forest, which I find rather ironic because he was a blacksmith and my Mother a seamstress.  We were town people, we didn’t wander too far out into the wilds very often. 

I’ll admit that I wasn’t a great hunter, a passable one at best, however, I always put on the front with my Father that I truly enjoyed it.  I hated killing animals and really had no desire to try to skin them, they were living beings moments before my arrow took their lives.  Well, to be honest, I was too awkward skinning and I am sure that it would have taken me days to get one animal skinned which truly irritated my Father.

I know that the one thing that I enjoyed the most about the forest were the different plants, trees and other things, not just the animals.  I actually started recording the plants that I had gathered, drew pictures of them, in color and started keeping a record of the different plants that I had seen.  It was something that I really enjoyed and it brought a certain amount of joy to me.

My schooling was at home until I reached a point to where my Mother could no longer teach me anything and it was off to school with the other children.  I can assure you that I had my fair share of bloody noses and having my lunches taken from me by the older and larger children.  However, I learned quickly how to take care of myself thanks to the lessons my Father gave me behind his shop. Oh there were many tears shed on my part because I didn’t like to fight.

Where my real forte in my life as a child was my love of learning and artwork.  Not a manly thing that could be paraded around in front of one’s parents friends, however, I was pretty well satisfied that the majority of the people considered me a bit odd and rather bookish.

Nothing would do that I start to mingle with some of the young people of my age group, my parents insisted that I needed to do that even though I always felt a bit awkward when I would attend some of the parties. Oh yes, I discovered girls and that made life even more complicated.  I even had a girlfriend of a sort, she was nice and we did all the things that young people are expected to do.  I found that I was quite good at dancing and later I discovered that I was one of the favorite dance partners at these gatherings.  Of course, that left me open for more bullying from the more manly fellows.

What it all boils down to is that I finished my schooling, my grades were at such a level that I went on to higher learning and became a school teacher myself. Oh how I loved teaching, I enjoyed the children and like to see their faces light up when they would learn something new. I used to take some of them on field trips and we would gather plants, talk about the different animals that lived in the forest as well as try to talk about some of the books that they had read outside of school.  It was fun, it was a happy time for me. 

I had a happy life in my opinion and was very comfortable with it.  I was very happy living in Gilneas behind that wall, it gave us all a shelter from the rest of the world and we all knew what was expected of us – we were happy or most of us were. Of course, things changed.  Not only were my parents getting to be rather elderly and needed my help and financial support, they also needed to know that I wouldn’t leave them behind in their old age.  Part of me wishes that I had because they might have survived longer.

I think we were all ill-prepared for the onslaught of Lady Sylvannas and her Forsaken abominations when they descended on our fair land.  I know that we were not prepared for the plagues that they created and we were not prepared for the Curse.

I was living in a fool’s paradise, living my life as if nothing were happening around me, going to school and teaching the children, however, those field trips were a thing of the past with the onslaught getting closer to our city.  Eventually, the children stopped coming to school, their parents were trying to escape the troubles that were being visited upon us.

Worgen!  I will never forget my first sight of the beasts for as long as I live.  With the school being located on the edge of town, I was sitting there grading some papers and happened to glance out the window when I saw my first group of them.  They were indeed creatures of nightmare proportions, beasts that were even fierce as they started coming out of the forest.  I tried to escape and return to my home where my parents were.

On my way back to town, at a very fast pace, I might add, I heard a cry for help.  As I look back on it, I should have ignored that cry and kept on my way home.  I found the poor fellow crying out for help and was doing my best to bandage his wounds and help him back to town. We were attacked by worgen and I was bitten – the rest is history. The poor fellow that was wounded was wrested from my grasp and I’m sure that his survival met a sad end.

When I made my way to my parents house, I knew there was something wrong.  The front door had been ripped from its hinges and the inside of the house was a tumultuous wreck.  The blood was everywhere and I found my parents’ bodies in the parlor where it appeared that they had tried to escape – my Father’s rifle lay on the floor, broken.  I didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of them because the worgen were still in the house – I ran.

I won’t go into all of the gory details of what transpired during my last few days in Gilneas.  It will forever be imprinted on my mind.

Luckily, the Night Elves offered us succor and an escape from our homeland. Oh, I’m still mourning the loss of my loved ones as I mourn my loss for my own humanity.  I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that there is no cure from the Curse and I’m learning how to cope with what the Light has bestowed upon me.

I met a young woman in Darnassus that was of the same ilk as myself.  Her name is Abigayle Anderson and she is a very gentle and kind person.  How she ever got involved with someone like her boyfriend is beyond me.  He was a complete polar opposite of her.  He was a drunken lout that liked to hit women.

I will admit that I was at a loss physically when I tried to rescue Abby from one of his beatings and that’s when I discovered the power and the true exhilaration of the Wolf.  I had changed several times before under moments of duress and stress, however, I had never had it happen like this before.  Oh yes, he was much more experienced with this fighting and I’ll admit that I did slink off in defeat, however, the altercation got enough attention from those living in the area that he was driven off.

That’s how I came to meet Miss Felicity and her mate, I suppose, Abner Oakelsey.  I guess Oak, as he likes to be called is an Alpha and has formed his own little pack which this other fellow and Abby were members.  I guess there had been trouble with the pack and the drunk driven away from there as well. Of course, Abby was the main reason that I was accepted into the pack and they seemed to be impressed that I was an inscriptionist.  Miss Felicity was a lady back in Gilneas and is very well educated – at least we have that in common.

I really don’t have many people that I have been able to talk with and haven’t formed any kind of bonds with anyone since my arrival in Darnassus.  I will give this pack life a try.  At least, maybe, they can teach me how to control what I’ve become.  Abby is very happy to be away from her old boyfriend and is staying with Oak and Miss Felicity. 

One thing that I do know is that I will learn to accept this new Fate that the Light has bestowed upon me or I will be destroyed eventually.  At least now I can leave the confines of Darnassus and start exploring this new world.  I’m looking forward to it, I ‘m looking forward to getting back to the things that I enjoy. Unfortunately, I don’t see any children here in the city although there are several women that appear to be with child which means they have no need for a school teacher at this point. I will have to rely solely on my abilities as an herbalist and inscriptionist to make my way – oh yes, I can go out and hunt although that really isn’t where my true talents lie.

Miss Felicity was correct in the assumption that writing all the things down does seem to ease the pain a bit.  Never thought much about keeping a journal as being therapeutic, however, I do feel better now.  At least I have something in mind, goals, things that I can plan on doing for my future and not just sitting here under the trees wondering about what might happen next.

Darren

 

 

 

 

Just Adventuring in Kalimdor…


May 16th

Dear Journal,

Well, I knew that it was bound to happen after some of the things that happened between myself and Sonshine.   The alpha males had to finally have it out and it cost the pack a member in the end.  No, it wasn’t one of those “to-the-death” kind of battles, however, when all was said and done, Sonshine just packed up his kit and left.

Felley and I both thought that Abigail would leave with him but she didn’t.  She said that she didn’t want to go because Sonshine was drinking a lot and he hit her.  That just astounded Felley to no end.  For a man to strike a woman at any time is inexcusable to the both of us.  However, I knew Sonshine had a wild streak and I had seen the meanness of his character show up long before the Curse and our leaving Gilneas forever. However, I hated to lose an old friend, however, I suppose that there would have been trouble eventually, maybe it’s for the best that the fight happened.

Oh, he definitely got in a few good shots and I did get some of fur ruffled more than a bit during the fight.  I’ll be paying for the fight with some sore ribs for a while, however, he lost his temper completely and that’s why he lost the fight.  He was so blinded by his own rage that he couldn’t see what was really going on.  He let the Wolf take over completely.   I know that I was just going to teach him a lesson or two for his loud-mouth and the way that he was acting all resentful when we had a good hunt and he didn’t bag the most game or the profit.

What profit?  What he didn’t realize is that I would take the skins and sell them, take what monies were owed to me as an individual while taking a percentage of that and putting it in a little fund for the pack.  Since Felley and I seem to be the parents of the group, we feel like we need to help take care of the rest of them.  It’s only right that we should do that, right?  Sure, we all have those little emergencies that come up that cost us more than what we can afford, that’s where the pack fund comes in.

From what Abigail has told Felley, I’m glad that I set some money aside like we had planned because it seems that Sonshine was taking his money and Abigail’s money and doing whatever he chose with it.  That means that Abigail is probably one hungry young lady and I noticed that she really doesn’t have a place to live on her own.  I guess she’s been living with the rest of the Worgen under the big tree in Darnassus.  I wish I had realized what was going on before now because Sonshine and I would have had this discussion a lot earlier. 

Poor little thing girl is still trying to adjust to the changes in her life and to have a drunkard hitting her is just heartbreaking.  No wonder she acted like she was afraid to say anything at all there for a while. When she first joined the pack, she would always flirt with me and tease Felley and then that stopped, now we know why. 

Felley went with her to gather up her few belongings that she had of her own and that’s when we found out where she had been staying.  Yes, there is a carriage parked under the tree and I guess that Abigail had laid claim to the space underneath it to sleep and to keep her stuff.  I’m sure she’s missing quite a few things if she left it for any length of time unattended.  Seems that she didn’t have all that much, not even enough to fill up a small satchel.  Well, I guess we’ll be sharing some room space with the girl until we can find another place for her to live on her own.  Oh, we’re still a pack, however, a man and woman do need some privacy and some distance from other people now and then.

Abigail asked Felley if she could bring a young friend along, someone new to the city.  I didn’t have any problem with it at all, anyone is welcome until they prove that they aren’t what we are looking for in the pack.  This young fellow is barely out of his teens, however, seems like he is a good herbalist and inscriptionist, which is something that we will always need.  We’ll give a try and see how things work out. You never know when you’ll need some “special papers” and Abigail seems to think highly of him.  I get that was because he was kind to her even though he got knocked on his butt by Sonshine when he saw him hanging around.

After all of the stuff with Sonshine and Abigail, I really didn’t feel like I wanted to actually spend a whole lot of time talking to anyone.  I guess that’s my human side coming out and wanting to get off and think things through.  Luckily, Felley is a very understanding woman and once she made sure that I wasn’t injured, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, a pat on the rump and told me to come home soon.   I just needed to get away.

I went over to the mainland and did some hunting and skinning since we had some contracts that called for specific kinds of leather.  If I was going off to be by myself, at least I could do something that would help us all. 

Darkshore is kind of depressing when you first lay eyes on it.  You can tell that it once was a beautiful place before Deathwing did his thing and flooded it all.  Now, the roving elementals just make it a bit dicey to get through the area before you can get in for some proper hunting. I hate seeing all of those beautiful buildings broken and you can tell that there was once a thriving community there on those shores.

I know that I spent a few hours mourning the loss of my friendship with Sonshine.  I was just remembering how things had been in Gilneas and how he and I would hunt together, yes, we would drink and chase the girls before I got married.  We had some good times, however, he was always more than a bit aggressive when he had too much to drink.  We had fights back then too, however, things are different since the Curse and we left our homeland.  We’re all struggling trying to come to some kind of compromise with our situation.  The old ways just aren’t going to work here.  Oh well, he’s gone and that’s all I can look at it now – he made the decision to leave and I didn’t beg him to stay either.  I think that I had finally reached my limit with his constant complaining about how things weren’t fair in this new land.  Hello, stupid, the real clue is that we’ve been Cursed, there is no cure and you’re going to have to adapt to how things are now.  The old life is gone for good.  My wife had always told me that Sonshine was going to be trouble some day and I’ll be blessed that she gave me that warning before I lost her.

I got more than enough leather to fill the contracts that we had on-hand and I’m sure that means that we will be making another trip to Stormwind in the next week or two to hand our stock in and collect our money.  Money will be nice to have.

I didn’t tell Felley that I ran into some Horde while I was out and I sure won’t tell her that I let the Wolf have free reign.  I can’t believe how much I enjoyed killing those Orcs and Forsaken after seeing some of the destruction that they were causing on the land.  Even closed behind our walls in Gilneas we would hear the tales of how the Horde dealt with things – we are a prime example of how they dealt with some things.  I think I took special joy in killing the Forsaken and I don’t think I left too much behind in the way of bodies that weren’t broken and scattered around.  No, I didn’t get wounded and no, I didn’t partake of any of the “meat” that might have been there, I’m not that kind of Wolf. Besides, I was helping out some Sentinels.

The funny thing is that these Sentinels wouldn’t recognize me if they saw me walking down the street some day because I stayed in wolf form the entire time that I was with them.  I actually made some extra money while I spent those couple of hours clearing out the area with them.  Of course, I could keep any loot that I might want to keep from my kills, there was no quibbling or stacking it up to be split amongst the group.  I guess this means that I’m a mercenary now, which isn’t all that bad, the pay seems to be real good.

I am just going to relax in Darnassus today though.  I’m tired.  What started out to be a trip on my own that only lasted a couple of days and nights just to think about things really turned out to be quite an adventure and very profitable.  I think the next time that we take the pack out for a romp, we’ll wander a bit further South and see what else there is to see.

 It will be a good thing for us to start operating in a larger area anyway.  I just have a strange feeling that Sonshine isn’t quite done with us yet. If we give him a wider berth, I don’t think that he will be able to cause us much trouble either. The people here in Darnassus know who and what he is, so, I’m sure that we’ll be safe when we’re in town. I’ll have to see how this new kid works out too, he’s still pretty green with the Curse and I don’t know if he has a real control over himself yet. We can get that tested out in time.

Oak