A short pause

2009-03-27T10:55:00.002+09:00

Yipee! I did it! I finally got myself to level up to 60. I guess all those running around in the cold and falling and dying in the claws of Frostsabers and Chimaeras were all worth it in the end.

I almost got stranded in Winterspring last night though. I didn't know I had to get the flight path somewhere in Talonbranch Glade in Felwood (on the northern part of the map, around coordinates 62,24 I think) before I could use the one in Winterspring. What was worse was that I had set my hearthstone to the Winterspring Inn, so there was really no way out there except to ride my Felsteed back to Felwood and get that flightpath. Luckily, there were also several quests in that area. I managed to get and turn in enough to finally reach the coveted 60. I also went back to my hometown in Elwynn Forest to learn the Journeyman Riding Skill from my great friend (ex-lover, really) Randal Hunter at the Eastvale Logging Camp. I can still remember how we used to sneak away to the nearby lake and ride wild and free, like there was no tomorrow. That man can definitely teach you how to ride... *wink*

Well, okay. I didn't really mean it to sound as naughty as that. I was just kidding! I was talking about riding the horses, seriously.

Anyway, I still can't go on with my leveling. I need to sign up with the Burning Crusade before they deem me worth of joining their ranks and traveling to the Outlands to be with my peers. Meanwhile, I'm trying to find some other things to amuse me while I earn enough for the fees. Maybe pick up some Herbs and sell 'em for money (I wish I could just dance for gold here, I could do a mean macarena, you know), go fishing in Ironforge and hopefully hook Old Ironjaw (and maybe a new boyfriend?), up my First Aid skills. Maybe even get a new haircut and prettify myself for those hunks in the Outlands. Teehee...

Wait, I gotta go. I just remembered. Level 60 already and I still haven't gotten my Felhunter. Crazy warlock. I gotta find that Tome of the Cabal ASAP!

The beginning

2009-03-25T23:55:00.000+09:00

Leveling up is a bitch. I cant believe how much gold I have to put into fixing my nails and hair at the end of the day. I actually have to walk through murky waters, swim in salty seas, ride through forests with icky insects just to do some random NPC's bidding. Not to mention that it can get lonely sometimes. Thankfully, I can summon some minions to keep me company and help me kill monsters quickly. And it definitely helps that I can get some cash and cool stuff from them when they die *evil laugh*. Though I can't help but still wonder sometimes why I even got myself into this in the first place...

There's not much in my past life that I can remember now. There have been to many brutalities around me, too many monsters killed just for their pelts, too many humanoids cursed and tormented until they dropped to their knees and begged me to spare them, that my memories of a happy past as an innocent maiden in Elwynn Forest are long gone. They have been overwritten, replaced with memories of the vengeful murders of savage beasts and humanoids whose hearts are as cold as the Lich King himself. Some innocent creatures have been killed, too, for the things some demanding NPCs need from them, and though my conscience cannot always bear it, I just keep telling myself that it's something I have to do, for the promise I have made. The only consolation I can give myself is that there isn't much blood spilled on my hands, literally. I Curse them, torment them with Shadow Bolts, Drain Life from them to refill my own, or Drain their Soul, though I doubt if they ever have one. But I don't wield my swords on them, I do not pound their heads to a pulp with maces. I may have stabbed a Defias or two with my dagger but with my weak strength, I'm not sure if I even managed to draw a drop of blood from them. And that's how I convince myself to wake up each day and go on with what I have set out to do.

I remember why now. Why I got into this. It was last year, around the time when we had set out decorations of ghosts and not-so-creepy monsters in our cottages, and a large tub of candy sat in the middle of the inn for any sweet tooth to satisfy his cravings. I even remember getting some candies from it that left a weird taste in the mouth. It was a peaceful and enjoyable life we had - looking forward to the coming of Halloween, laughing and singing and getting amused by the children's antics while they ran around and asked for candy. We had never expected that such unspeakable evil would ever fall upon our village. We had heard of him - the Headless Horseman - but never once thought that we were within his reach. We thought we were protected enough by the Guards of Stormwind, by the Paladins, Rogues, Shamans, Druids, Warriors and Warlocks of every race who fought For the Alliance. But I was wrong. The Lich King had unleashed his wrath and fury, and disposed of all the valuable and innocent lives of my kind. There weren't enough of them... the remaining ones weren't enough to rid the world of all the Horde's evil, nor to prevent that Headless Horseman from nearly burning our village down to the ground, not enough to stop the flames that consumed the cottage where my mother and father and most adorable sister had retreated for an afternoon family time. I was on my way from the inn, after buying some wine, bread and a glass of cold milk and some candies for my sister, when I noticed people running to and fro with buckets of water, trying to douse the flames the Horseman had started. I dropped what I had in my hands then, and got a bucket myself, and tried to water down the furious flames. But it was all to no avail. The fire consumed all of my house and left nothing but charcoal on the ground. The only miracle was finding my family standing beside it, smokey and sooty, but otherwise unharmed. But the distraught look on their faces was what ignited the desire in me - to work for the Alliance, to take a stand in what I believe in, and to fight against the Horde for a future that is safe for me, my family, and my future children, and my children's children...

And that is why I bid my family goodbye and decided to train as a Warlock. A warlock because I didn't want to end up all bloody and sticky at the end of the day. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of blood and mud stains?

So what did you think of that little story of mine about how I began? Pretty melodramatic, wasn't it? A bit over the top? Hah! Got you with my little drama. But the whole story is true, really. That Headless Horseman was a pain in the butt. He probably wasn't headless at all, he just decided to hide his face inside that pumpkin because even with a pumpkin for a head, it'd still be a hundred times more acceptable than the ugly one he was born with. That jerk. Now we'd have to live with my aunt and uncle in their cottage nearby while I go out and earn to build us our own house again, and fight for the common good at the same time.

Anyway, if I hadn't become a Warlock, I would have been a writer. My family was all for it, they'd supported me in that dream of mine. I would have been among books in the Stormwind Library by now, writing furiously with inked hands, but my family's needs precede my own. They hadn't wanted me to give up the dream, and I haven't. That's why I started writing this. To remind me what I'm doing, and to remind me of my old dream. When the world is safe again, I will pursue that. Until then, I have to leave my writing until here and go back to the world of Azeroth... the lady is done repainting my toenails.

Vreehlala

A short pause

The beginning