Day Twenty
In Stormwind. I find myself aligned with the Kingdom of
Chaotica under a Highborne’s rule. Her name is Ma’ati. I don’t know why I
accepted, except that my heavy heart feels lighter suddenly. I am in the rank
and file of Lady Gavriela, Duchess of the Jade Forest. She is a fine paladin
and renowned in battle. I would do well to study under her. I miss the green of
the wood and hate the stark nature of the human city. We’ll see how it goes. I
might not stay long.
Day Thirty
While in a Stormwind tavern, I was approached by a woman
claiming she was the disembodied spirit of a woman. To my horror she had
possessed an innocent but only to talk to me as she had no other way to
communicate. She bade me to search for the remains of her body which had been
drawn and quartered and hid in various corners of the world. I grew suspicious
of her actions when a warlock entered the tavern and called her by the name
Merideath. She did not realize I still lingered. Their conversation was
disturbing and it seemed as if this Merideath was not so helpless as she led me
to believe. I will discuss this with Lady Gavriela as soon as I see her.
Day Thirty Five
Lady Gavriela has informed me that Merideath cannot be
trusted. We believe she tried to lure me away, though for what purpose we can
only speculate. None of it comforting. To take my mind off the troubling
events, Lady Gavriela invited me to the kingdom’s tournament. I think I will
go. If nothing else, it will be good to spar against some worthy opponents.
Day Forty
Hearthglenn
I am a noble! I am stunned. I was only at the tournament as
a passing distraction. However, I performed well. Too well perhaps. I bested
their champions in the sparring competition. Some of the fiercest warriors and
even Death Knights I have ever seen! To my horror I even joined in the Bard
competition. Too many nights alone in the wild I think. The small poem I wrote
in Astranaar won second place against many fabulous entries. There was one
though I did not like. It seemed cruel and spoke against common elves and the
Highbourne herself.
Still, I was given my choice of land and I chose Howling
Fjord in Northrend. It is wild and untamed. I will fit in there. Perhaps I will
also find answers there about Pyradessa.
Ode to an Ancient Wood
Ancient trees stand still like living sculptures
Through limbs of spindly arms and decaying wood.
Calm giants worn from centuries of seasons
Still alive with a sense of
untouched grandeur.
The passage of time can be felt as you walk
A huge lone tree stands like a group of young.
Wisps float upon the air, their magic suspended,
Longing to convey their ageless stories.
