Tag: Alliance x 4

I can hear it over the sputtering lamplight and the hiss of burning paper. Through smoke and laughter at home on the street. The sun’s long since set beyond Boralus Harbour, and not even the nightfall can touch us. But I’m hardly surprised. It’s not that kind of dark.

“Trust is your weakness. You wander an endless spiral… ”

And I’m on my own, sucking on this strange brand of cigarette, stepping out into this strange brand of society, with only two things on my mind. But even my next meal and a place to sleep are inconsequential. I’m on my own, but I’m not alone, because they’re always with me. Just like you’re always with me.

“…nothing but dust in your hands.”

You were there when we learned we could never...

Dear Diary,

Now I have a new life in the Alliance. I'm still the same woman just not part of a house of minor nobility. That means I have to earn my reputation. How do I do that? I make perfumes, I sew women's and girls' clothing and I practice destructive warlock powers against enemies of Stormwind.

My perfumes have ingredients from around Azeroth. A popular seller is mageroyal, firebloom and peacebloom. It has a subtle scent at first, then a spicy cinnamon smell second and as the last remains on your skin you receive a pleasant flowery smell.

How do I make women's and girls' clothes? First I take their measurements. Then I ask for details about what type of clothing and style they want. If I have the proper fabrics in my...

Warlocks have little formal rules governing how they use their powers. They are more secretive about their demons and fel magics because of the suspicions and scorn heaped upon them by their peers. The Horde was more accepting of my kind and their demons yet I am moving to the Alliance and may need a cover job now that my Mistress Selerra shall not be there to protect me? Without Miss Sorrowsong's guidance, and in new lands, I must conceal my practices from the humans, dwarves, Draenei and all of the Alliance. Summoning demons and demonesses gives me such a rush... knowing that I command a being that could swap its soul into a new body from the Twisting Nether, or control her enemies' minds with Charm spells or turn invisible or fling...

May 24th
The Farm
Raining the past three days


Pugnose is going stir crazy inside.  And he is not the only one.  A particular strom blew over a small piece of the fencing along the far side of the Western pasture.  The rams are aggitated, kept penned in the smaller Southern.  And I am getting vexed trying to keep husband and hired-hands occupied.  Spring rains have encouraged the flowers though, and my beds and the fields are a riot of cheer when the sun breaks through.  Thank the gods for small favors.  Rebirth.  Renewal.  Regrowth.  I should be more thankful of the rain.

Just a bit hard to remember that, when your husband is tracking mud onto the rugs--again.

I have spoken to a few people since my last entry.  Sometimes I forget...