Life in Stormwind

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.