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Eladis

07-05-2007, 03:31 AM

As the times drag on, and on, as do these useless journals. Since I've seen so much of this time pass, I'm not very happy to admit that keeping a log is one of the only ways I'm sure it really went by at all. They say the days get faster the older you get, and time will just fly right by you. I've never believed 'them', or rather, the mysterious 'they' who say everything.. Even when the Sunwell was destroyed, time still feels the same as before. 'They' also say I should enjoy what time I have left, apparently there's 'something' I don't know of going on.

Of course, there are always changes. Sometimes the changes are tiny, and repetitive. Other times they really put my routine through hell and back. The last log is quite aware, and I do not think I need to write down my discoveries for a second time. In my case, these 'abnormal changes' will need to be taken care of, or at the very least, hidden.

For the week, my home is in Booty Bay. I've made quite the small business for myself there. Being the only healer in a tavern of cut-throats who are constantly in bar fights has really paid off. I've inquired into my problem under guise to no avail, goblins really are useless, light fingered little devils.

After asking a few patrons of the tavern, I was referred to shamanistic barbarians with little class, or the alternative, ex-humans. Apparently, the forsaken apothecaries have many 'antidotes' and 'methods' for dealing with mental problems, such as the one I possess. Whereas, the trolls believe in spirits, elements, and using their own bare dirty hands for 'surgeries'. Both options don't thrill me, but I'll choose the lesser, more comfortable of two evils. I only hope I can politely tolerate the stench of the Undercity, and return whatever respect they give to a pointy eared mess. Had I put more time in my efforts as a healer, I've been told the Aldor could offer superior help. I have nothing to give back to them, so they see me as useless. Perhaps I will look into the draenei when I figure out something to offer in exchange.

Living without the help of my 'extended' family has proven to be quite rewarding, and not nearly as stressful as I thought. There is still much to be taken care of with them, and I've left Stranglethorn to deal with a few things. Unfortunately for me, somewhere along the way I misplaced my coin pouch and only have a few coppers left. If I get my hands on the pickpocket who took it, I will be sure to kindly teach him how keep his hands to himself.

Trying to appear scarce to my half siblings in Silvermoon is sadly futile, one of them always manages to snag me just as I've sat down for dinner. Or I usually walk by one of them sulking on a bench somewhere. My heart aches for the twins, and I deeply regret not being there for them when they need me the most. It was a tragedy when the little one was lost, and entirely my fault. They don't seem to understand I have a problem aside from that, and they don't think I have the best intentions for them. I've explained myself time and again, and it's no good. Strangely, the two act almost naive to the situation, or perhaps they would rather me stick to my duties even in shame. Either way, I lose enough sleep over the two, and I really should practice what I preach. Hopefully I have an early start tomorrow so I can make it back to Booty Bay to get my things, then head to the Undercity.

Eladis

07-06-2007, 06:28 AM

The trip to Booty Bay was tiresome, but very worth it. Upon returning to my room, I found my coin pouch on the bed, not a copper missing. Either someone's been snooping through my things enough to know I will break their little ratty fingers if they touch my earnings again, or I'm a forgetful old man. Most probably the latter. Breakfast was unassuming, honey bread and a banana, and paperwork. Not nearly as lavish as usual, but I've managed on less. Once I tied up a few loose ends with the swindling inn keep, I was back on my way to Grom'gol, and then to the Undercity.

I arrived in the evening, which doesn't exactly matter in the Undercity, it looks the same in the night as it does in the day, and smells just as bad. I had sent a letter before I left Stranglethorn, to the Royal Apothecary Society, in hopes I would not arrive unexpected. I've heard the forsaken have trashed their formalities along with their old lives, but that didn't seem to be the case with the RAS. They questioned me throughly about my problem, asking for every detail they could squeeze out of me. Of course, I gave them payment in hopes to skip the brunt of it (which was hardly skipped), and I admit that I exaggerated (or perhaps added) physical symptoms. I didn't manage to keep my dignity intact, but they were details they needed to know. If they think I'm suffering physically, the job will be finished faster, but probably not correctly. Being a healer myself, I'm sure I can take care of whatever they manage to screw up with me, as long as they know what they're doing otherwise. Either way, it was a long, shameful, awkward check-up, hands colder than any physician I've ever been to.. but they say they can fix me.

And now, I wait. Apparently they have a specialist who they'd like to call on to work on me, and I'm willing to pay the extra coin, so long as I can get back to being myself. At first they told me to wait in a room, then I had been waiting in that damn room for four hours, so I got up and started to wander around the disgusting place, reading books, whatever. I'm hungry as hell, but of course, that was something I had lied to them about.

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I left the Undercity late last night, the specialist didn't show, but my kid-brother did. We had a long talk of the going-ons in the house, and what I was planning on doing with myself if I was going to leave. He took a few verbal jabs, as did I, and eventually he got up and left. I pondered on it for some time, and then followed him. As bad as I thought I was doing, the poor kid looked at least ten times worse, and he hadn't gotten at the thistle.. yet. Good thing it was the dead of night, the city guards are much more aware of the going ons that late, and it's hard to miss a blond that tall. I don't think I've ever seen his brows go so low, I was certain he was going to sprout horns, a tail, and take me to hell with him. Then again, Thunder Bluff is nothing like hell, it's actually quite nice.

The tauren were a little more hesitant to give me the whereabouts of my brother, brutes didn't seem to notice that we share similar faces. I suppose it's hard to place us, me being so pale and old, and him being so young and tanned. No matter, I eventually cussed him out and used my authority as an adept to the blood knights. The threat was empty, and I'm afraid I sounded much more arrogant than I really am. Such is the way of blood knights..

Anyway, I finally caught up to him, and apologized, for once. He saw right through me, read me like a fucking book. He even had the nerve to backhand me. Had he not been right for once, I imagine it would have turned into quite a brawl. By this time he had gotten into the thistle, and was a tad too violent to reason with. I falsely confessed that there was no serious problem, nothing I can't deal with on my own time, and did my best to calm him. Eventually he cooled down, passed out, and I got myself something to eat. Now it's daybreak, and I've got to think of a way to formally apologize to the heiress, I'm sure she won't be happy with how I've been acting. All that fuss with treatments for nothing, absolutely nothing. Maybe I'll try to get away with something anyway, for her sake. A slight chemical lobotomy never hurt anyone, right?

Eladis

07-07-2007, 09:00 AM

After I ate and watched the sunrise, I passed out for most of the day. I woke up alone, well, somewhat alone. I'm never usually alone. Oh yes, and of course the only time I don't wear chain mail, is the time my moth decides the fabric I wear tastes fantastic. I don't know how many shirts I've had to throw away because of that little blue bastard over the last twenty years, but I don't see him learning a lesson any time soon. Not that I would be fit to teach a creature like that anything, I'm just practicing my empty threats for when I become a full Blood Knight.

Being left (mostly) alone in a city in the sky with a bunch of cows, I did what any self-respecting copperless elf would do. I put on my jaunty little healer cap, and went out to see if there was anything to be done. There were some cracked hooves to attempt to mend, cow-women to declare pregnant, and the like. One large, fuzzy, clumsy thing fell from the lift, causing quite the calamity. Hooves stomping, tauren yelling for shaman, he was fortunate I was there. I mended him as best I could, and was thanked with a few muttered phrases in a tongue I couldn't understand. Hopefully they were kind, but then again, blood knights aren't exactly welcomed in this place (or any place). I didn't make much, but I suppose helping my fellow horde should be rewarding enough. Then again, if I'm going home, I don't need to make a damn thing. But on the other hand, 'culture' is something I've always lacked.

I ran into him when I was on my way out, I was sitting next to that very large um, totem-thing.. Is that what it's called? Are they still considered totems if they're that large? It isn't like I don't have time, I should study up on those tauren. Anyway, I didn't intend to leave without him, but after our less than heartfelt conversation about our sister, I decided it was time to go home. Perhaps it was my illness preventing me from comforting him, I wanted to let him know I would make everything all right. However, actions speak louder than words, I took my hearthstone, and arrived home in the dead of night.

The night guards gave me odd looks, and didn't welcome me home. Such rudeness is expected of them, acting the illegitimate bastard I am, I deserve their disrespect. However, they did tell me that the heiress was out in the city, assuming that's what I was home for. Maybe I'm just paranoid, those men have probably only seen me twice in their life, and details that juicy doesn't usually leak so far. Ah, I can't wait until this problem is fixed, I can't stand it. It's almost as if I've become a woman, fretting to my moth, worried about what guardsmen think, leaving my own half-brother stranded in a city of cow-men because I've taken this into my own hands, it's not me.

I found her sitting by a fountain, with her imp. She almost looked dead, hollow, watching the water flow. It was obvious she wasn't eating, and it is my fault. She wanted to see the ocean again, but after what happened, they wouldn't let her. How could they deny her that? How could they deny her anything? I've hardly been gone three weeks, and suddenly now they've decided to change things? Even in her state, how could they just drug her up with 'tea' and leave her? Is she requesting it? Was her mother too busy to notice? Is she hiding it from her? What the hell are her healers thinking? I never should have left, and I was sure to spare her my rambling, she didn't need it. I'll sort all this out, even asleep she looks sickly.

After much talk of regret from both of us, I went to the tavern to get us a picnic, to bring to the ocean. We were met with anger from the city guards, which I returned tenfold. I might have lied to the man about my rank within the blood knights, but he's an idiot for believing me without proof. He took our basket, to make sure we really had food in it. What, does he think I'm going to smuggle bloodthistle or mana powder outside the city with my kid sister? What a fool. I guess being old is good for something, my ugly baggy eyes probably intimidated him.

I brought her to the ocean, and we discussed a few things. My problem, our brother (and how I left him alone with the cow-people rather than be overwhelmed with him), the house, the specialist, her physicians. We also discussed much which I don't feel needs to be logged, lest I read back on this when I'm cured. She appreciated getting out of the city, and I didn't bring her back until she ate the promised one bite of food. As I write this, she's asleep, and I am (mostly) alone again.

Eladis

07-08-2007, 07:39 AM

Forgive my horrid writing, whoever reads this besides me.. I spent the day (mostly- I say this because that blue bastard is always on my tail, always) alone wondering how I'm going to fool this 'specialist' into thinking I've got something more severe. I told them I couldn't sleep, or eat, or think straight. Now how would one achieve tricking a 'specialist', I've been told their doctors are most usually always 'priests', and they've got the power to take control over your mind to see what the problem with you is.. I also had to ask myself, how will I do this without permanently damaging myself? But, did I really mind damaging myself? I mean, if he's so good at what he does, 'healing' this shouldn't be a problem. Besides, now it's as if I wasn't lying at all. Maybe I'm just paranoid, I'm sure I didn't need to do it, but it's already been done.

Anyway, what I did was this ...(Normally I wouldn't write this down, but the information could be very useful to someone if I've actually done something which cannot be 'cured') For the sleep, that was easy, tea, and thistle. For the hunger, poison.. which also worked well to keep me awake. Only one person in the house is stupid enough to leave poison of such deadly caliber unguarded, and it was very easily attainable. I just hope he doesn't keep track of his vials. If the little dumbass can't read or write, or even think to ask a cook for some food rather than steal it, I doubt he can hardly count, let alone keep track of his belongings. I figure he's too busy warming someone's bed, probably someone worth less than he is. When did our house stoop so low? Ah yes, when we allowed a woman to be the head, and a faggot to sire an heir from our heiress. I don't care what line of 'shadowmancers' he's claimed to be from, we don't need any more 'mentally damaged' elves running about like idiots, we have enough. We've had enough for as long as I can remember. Hell, I'd rather see the twins have a child themselves than have to put up with that little cur. First my brother, then my woman, and then my coin purse, what next? I do believe my mind has been gone for quite some time, or I'm sure he'd have taken that too. Greedy little asshole. If I could take it, I'd have his head. Why did I even come back here.. I didn't need the other two vials, recounting how all of this has been going on for as long as I can remember, it's a wonder I haven't hung myself in shame. Father was lucky to have been put out of his misery.

I'm going to see if that idiot block head wants to have a drink or two, given I can even stand with all this pain in my gut. If anything, I can take out my frustrations on him with little to no consequence. I'm sure he won't mind, as long as I patch him up after.

Eladis

07-09-2007, 02:30 AM

The night guards found me on top of the block head, I don't recall what I hit him with, but it knocked him out alright. How did I even get on top of a man that much bigger than me in the first place? Who knows.. It was funny, and a little sad. Not one question was asked, not one finger was pointed. I'm the bitter old man who nobody crosses, the forgotten bastard son with a bad temper. Surely whatever the block head did, he deserved. I don't remember what I said when I stood, but I do remember the guards dragging me to my room once I said it. Aurlon had a laugh or two, or three, I'm sure.

My head aches, my gut wretches at the thought of food, and I can hardly think of what else I was going to write here besides success. There was something very important I wanted to document, but what was it? Ah, right. I don't need to worry about things misplaced, as the owner is out. Out with who, I don't know, I don't know. But I heard he was out, so it doesn't matter. Even if it does matter, I'm sure they could put two and two together. I really wish I had gotten more clever in my age, I could've done something so much more extravagant with this whole thing. Then again, if I burn these pages, who's to say the rat didn't poison me himself?

Eladis

07-10-2007, 06:54 AM

I snuck outside for a breath of fresh air, I went to the usual bench where I meet her. If I had taken a little bit of time out of my struggle to get to the place to notice what hour it was, I'd have known she wasn't coming. But I was pleasantly surprised to find my brother, and he was none too delighted to see me in the state I put myself in. We had a nice short talk about why I'm curing something I apparently don't have. Then he decided to take this 'curing' into his own hands, which good for me, that pain.. really wasn't worth it. I have enough natural aches and pains to worry about, though I'm not sure what I'll do when that specialist is done taking his sweet time, tell the truth I guess.

He was acting strange, something was definitely bothering him. More so than usual, anyway. He always seems a little bothered, for whatever reason I cannot always place. I couldn't help but worry, I've been worried since the two started walking and skinning their knees. Apparently something went wrong in his love life, heartbreak is always harsh, no matter who it's with. We went home, and talked most of it out. I'm not sure what else to write besides the obvious. I'm quite selfish.

Eladis

07-11-2007, 07:50 AM

My day was very much uneventful, I woke up, ate breakfast despite my still disagreeable gut, then pretended to be doing something productive by swinging my sword around in the courtyard training grounds. The specialist still hasn't shown, I wrote the RAS a few angry letters concerning it. Avoided most gossipy, wide eyed, snoopy maids, though a few of the more charming ones got a false word from me. It's an older brother's duty to be sure his kid brother's private life is private, so he isn't harassed, of course. But it's a man duty to be sure that they humor charming women, at least a little, or at least enough to get what they're offering. And here I thought my desires were gone, not yet old man, not yet, it still works.

I'm not sure if I should annoy my brother, he was up and gone almost as fast as I dragged him home. I pleaded for him to stay, but if he wants to go out and get drunk off his ass until he forgot why he was even upset in the first place, fine. I would like to trust that eighty (Has it been that long?) is old enough to be responsible, but one never knows with that boy. If he or any of the 'family' members need me, they need me. I wouldn't be let off the hook so easily to run about getting as drunk as I please. Even on my short 'vacation' he was there, letting me know how much I am needed. As annoying as it was convincing, I do believe I should return the favor. But first, I would like the heiress' permission to step out, I don't just walk out on my 'family'. After all, they need me.

Eladis

07-12-2007, 08:15 AM

I had a very good night, an equally good day. I don't think I need to elaborate. No specialist yet, or even word back from them. Not a word from my brother, or his rat. Too many words from the maids and servants. I waited until sunset to leave, I intend to be back tomorrow, she'll never know I left..

(( Bah so short.. No in game RPs went on. ))

Eladis

07-13-2007, 08:10 AM

Once I made it to the Barrens, I quickly found myself distracted by Aurlon. Usually he would just follow if he knew there was something good to watch. By something good I mean, some two-faced words or tender moments, those were his favorite things to humiliate me with. I suppose tricking an elf into walking off a cliff blindfolded wasn't one of those things, though I have a good idea about what would be. I tried to offer suggestions to him, to get me out of his true company of course. It was far too risky for him to just pop up whenever he pleased, and he always left me alone looking stunned and neurotic to whoever happened to stroll in uninvited.

Sometimes I wonder what would be worse, turning him in to the house guard to be disposed of (and possibly having them fail, or being branded a traitor to the horde), or trying to take care of him myself. I know damn well he's reading this, and he knows his time is running out. One of these days he will have to go back to his people and leave me be, he can't be here forever. I will spare myself the embarrassment of looking like a loon, and keep this utterly hopeless secret to myself. Then again, I could just show this to the specialist, I'm sure this counts as some sort of unreasonable paranoia. Perhaps I will have to invite some of the high ranking magistrates over for dinner again, that was a very good excuse to be 'alone', even while in a room full of people, and they would know I'm not crazy.

Eladis

07-14-2007, 06:34 AM

I got home late, only to find that she was "missing". I really will never understand why they declare her missing every time when they know she only stepped out, if she were really "missing" I'm sure the whole house wouldn't rest for weeks. Then again, I suppose they declare it in case she doesn't come back. Perhaps I should be a little more worried, but I'm going to tell myself I'm worried enough. That girl has a good head on her shoulders, despite what she may think. I wonder what she's out doing, hopefully bringing her damned brother home with her when she decides to come back. I just wish she would tell me where she was, I always usually tell her where I'm going.. Ah well, women, what are you gonna do with them.

I was in my quarters, reading a book and drinking some tea in bed when I heard the most delightful little noises coming from the floor. I wasn't informed the rat had slipped in during the night, but I reveled in the pathetic little sobs and crashes coming from his room. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a very very good man. Being the shining example of this, I went down to see what was wrong with the pooor little thing. With the twins gone, that made him my problem, right? Right.

In hopes of my new found cheerfulness rubbing off, I whistled merrily as I walked down the stairs to his room. I tapped gently on the already half open door, and welcomed myself in. After all, he shouldn't have come back in the first place. There he was, in a small heap on the end of his bed with all his pathetic little junky belongings in his arms. He was obviously stoned out of his mind, nodding off after every small whimper, only to wake up again after his chin touched his chest. I inquired, even though I knew damn well why he was packing his things, or at least trying to. The only responses I got were sobs, and quiet mutters about how much I looked like my brother. At this point I thought I put on a very good show of pretending to care, helping him properly pack his things, hell, I even brushed the knots and leaves out of his hair.. Not very gently mind you, but he deserves every bit of pain he gets out of this deal. Did he really think he could just take advantage of everyone like that? I didn't ask him much, I just told him what he was already feeling, perhaps in too bitter of a tone. The little bastard jumped on me like a monkey, I almost thought he was going to shove a dagger in my back. I struggled to get him off me, smacking him into the wall, the door frame. When I freed myself, I got the rest of his things, and gave him the coin from his night stand, and attempted another conversation.

After I got sick of being the only one able to construct a real sentence, I 'kindly' showed him to the door myself. One guard even threatened to grab me for my 'incompetence', oh my, whatever shall I do against a single useless night guard? Probably not what I would have normally done. I just told him my reasons for so rudely escorting the elf out, and he gave me a flat expression. Do they have any other expressions? The block head sure didn't.

Eladis

07-15-2007, 07:47 PM

My hand is killing me, even after it was healed. I made a deal with my half-sibling in order to keep him from running around aimlessly, hopefully he keeps to his word.

Anyway, I was in bed like any other night, drinking my tea, reading my book, when I heard noise coming from downstairs again. Now I thought I made it very clear to that ugly little brat that I didn't want him pestering my family. So I got on my heaviest plate boots, and tromped down the stairs to give him a piece of my mind. To my surprise, it was my brother, unpacking the rat's junky little possessions. You can only imagine the look on my face when he told me I had no right to kick him out, even after he betrayed him. I tried to retort, because he was on his way out anyway, I was just showing him the door with my boot- no go. He lashed out, turning my normally dashing pale visage (hah) into several shades of black and blue. Of course, I brought my hand up to shield my face once I figured out he wasn't going to stop, and he ended up breaking a few bones. Once he reduced me to whatever level that sated him, he tried to heal me. I'm a little ashamed that I didn't do much to fight back. But what could I do? Harm one hair on his head and they'll throw me out.

Against my wishes, Aurlon made himself known, a little too late if you ask me. It would have been nice if he did that crap when he could have spared me a beating. Of course, he put two and two together, figured everything out, and.. didn't get terribly upset about it. I expected something more, but I'm not sure. If either of them try to bring each other up, I'll just act like I have no clue what they're talking about. I'm sure the crafty aldor has already replaced himself. And I'm sure he did a pretty good job of scaring my brother into silence.. Then again, you never know.

When all was said and done, I told him I would allow the rat to have his quarters back, not that it was really my say in the first place. I also said I would teach the little idiot to read, even though it's so painfully obvious that he can. May the sun guide my hand in smacking education (or rather, sense) into that boy. No child grows up without learning to read a few words, and no (good) rogue slips, he isn't either, and he's horrible at pretending to be. I understand that the feigned ignorance is a 'survival tactic', but he can only take it so far before someone with a little more understanding catches his slip ups. I looked over his records a little more carefully myself to find him to be currently part of another house. This could work to my advantage. Funny, if he were any good at what he did for the Va- ah I shouldn't write that here- I would have no idea he had anything to do with them at all. I'm not sure if I will be so petty as to inform the Baroness myself, I'm sure my brother knows this bit of information anyway. Perhaps they will miss him and need him back for something while he's living his second life here.. Perhaps I will tell them where they can find him. What good is their little idiot messenger boy who can't read if he's snooping through all their letters and telling a rival home?

Eladis

07-16-2007, 01:40 PM

I did a lot of traveling today, I got a lot of things done. I stopped by the Undercity to see how that specialist situation was going, and apparently he's been shipped off to Kalimdor. Funny, they couldn't just send me that in a letter? They had to wait for me to drop by? I could go find him if I wanted to, but I'm not so sure I want to be on my hawkstrider for at least a week. Those damn things bounce far too much. Perhaps I will offer the forsaken some more services, get myself something that moves a little more steadily. Those undead horses seem to bounce a lot less than the wolves of the house, perhaps I'll look into them. I doubt I'd even need to feed the thing, how nice would that be for long travels? I wonder if it even needs rest? I could probably go for days until I stopped to make camp. Wonderful! If only I could make that sort of improvement to myself and keep my 'desire' intact.

Eladis

07-18-2007, 03:51 PM

Gods I'm tired, and I haven't even been doing very much since I returned from Hillsbrad. All that traveling must have gotten me this fatigued, I can't think of anything else that could have. My hands still ache, my left one more so. I can hardly put together a decent ring anymore, I've really let my skills diminish. Speaking of skill, my healing hasn't been that great lately either. They say I should work harder. How do I work harder when it's a huge task just to convince myself to get out of bed in the morning? I'm letting too much slide. My brother made a lot of noise coming in the other night, I was too tired to even check on him until he was already passed out in his room. I'm lucky he didn't fall down the stairs and break his neck.

I haven't heard a single word from my sister since that evening in Tarren Mill, I assume it's better that way. She was less than impressed with my 'twisted hateful behavior'. At the time I didn't agree with her, but thinking back, she was right. It isn't my place to tell her who she can and cannot bed, and it never will be. I don't think getting attached to someone who doesn't give a shit about you is a very good idea, even if it's only for a few nights. For her, this is hard to understand. There is a lot more to it but it's hardly anything I want to have written down. Either way, she's still "missing" and I won't trouble myself with her any longer. I'll let her favorite guard worry about it, or her real brother can if he even wants to.

Through these droning and depressing situations, you can always count on a certain idiot to lighten things up, just a little. I had him come to my room last night and ask me where the woman living here was. The look on his face was priceless when I told him it was just me in my quarters. (Does he hear me sing in the morning? I didn't think I sounded womanly when I sung.) I've never had a woman live in my room, not once. Sure, a few women have visited, but they'd only stay the night.. if they were lucky.

Anyway, he came to my room looking for a 'good time', and he had the gal to admit this to me while looking me straight in the eye. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard. What kind of man asks another man for a 'good time' so openly? Does he have no self respect? It's no wonder my brother likes him, the two are just as open. I invited him in, gave him four or five books to read through, offered to fix his ugly nose and told him to get out. He told me he couldn't read them, but I still doubt that. Then he kept trying to stay, asking me if he could "talk" with me about some things. I don't give a shit what's wrong with his life currently, I don't care about his past, I gave him what I was supposed to give him and told him to get out. He still wouldn't leave, so I called the guards to haul him away. They can't give me hell for denying the disgusting little thing. Yes, disgusting. I find most homeless elves disgusting. I don't care how many people in the house adore him, he's disgusting, not right in the head and I don't need him bothering me for a "good time".

Apparently someone has been taking liberties and talking about things they shouldn't be talking about with my brother. I had no idea, but apparently I want to leave the house and find a place in Shattrath. Isn't that dump hole of a city full enough already? I'm fine where I am, and I am definitely not living in a place with that many homeless refugees, I already have one of those, one is enough. I've heard of things the Aldor do and I am impressed by it. But I do not think they would be interested in an old tired elf who's good for nothing but healing paper cuts. I visited there on business of course, a little while back regarding personal records to give to the Blood Knights. I was in that city for less than twenty minutes when I felt overwhelmed with how high tensions were. Such a war stricken, delicately political place. Every time I see a naaru I wonder if it knows what we've done. I'm sure they must know, but somehow they still accept us into their city. Who am I to question their intentions?

Eladis

07-23-2007, 04:38 AM

*Several pages were torn out of this journal. A few halves of the torn pages remain, and on those pages are childish drawings. On one page it looks as if someone tried to draw a picture of a man clad in loin cloth with a spear but did a horrible job. It seems as if an ogre got its hands on the thing, but after you turn a few more pages, it has returned to its rightful owner.*

Well log, it has been a very hectic couple of days. I am pretty astounded to have come out of that whole mess alive and mostly in working condition. Alive and actually alone. Which is a lot more unsettling than I thought it would be. The Baroness has requested my presence in Shattrath as soon as I "recover", it can only be about one of three things. Marriage, my "loyalties" to the house", or perhaps the finer points of my training.

Marriage, marriage.. the word is a little frightening. Now I've been alive for a very very long time. Long enough to have been married twice. On my own accord, of course, and to mostly worthless women who had no hold on anything but my-- Ah, excuse me.. I've had no children, of course. I would never be that careless. Perhaps that's why they all leave.. Or in this case, aren't interested much in the first place. It isn't that I'm not capable, I am just highly not interested in raising my own children. Two were enough. There are reasons why I did not take the house name in mine, and there are reasons why I do not wish to be married. However, if she can take the proposal as political rather than romantic, I wouldn't mind finally getting what is rightfully mine. Then again, will she even have a choice? If she does have say, the meeting will have been useless, but at least I will be able to pick up some more books if anything. I figure I have nothing to lose but a few gold pieces.

As for my "disloyalties", there wasn't too much to discuss on this matter that I haven't already divulged into. Like all noble families, there are disgusting twisted scandals, among other things. I understand that keeping the blood "favorable" in the family is one of the things that everyone has been pushed to during these vital times. Of course I will have no part in it, no part past what is needed. Not only are my talents lacking, I don't imagine a child would like to learn that sort of thing about its parents. Funny that they don't pester the more "pure" blood in these most "trickling" of times. I'm sure they tried. Hell, I tried. But when I do it, I'm disloyal to the house.

My training hasn't been going very well, as I have been mostly incapacitated for the last few days. I've tried to find Aurlon but.. Who knows, this is the first time he's gone missing for more than a day or night, and I will admit I'm very worried about his whereabouts. I'm sure he's waiting for me somewhere I cannot get due to my horrible skills. What a way to get a kick in the right direction.. Stupid ass. I slipped out of the house last night when I sent my newest "personal assistant" off to do something more useful. I wretched climbing up onto that hawkstrider. I decided I would go offer more services to the forsaken, perhaps more so to the horde. Who knows, it could do me good to get out. Perhaps I will visit Kalimdor and find this specialist who's not gotten back to me directly.

Eladis

07-25-2007, 06:53 AM

I returned to Silvermoon City after realizing I forgot something most important. How far did I think I was going to get without any coin at all? I really am losing it. Every time I try to leave something stupid like this brings me back. In this case however, I was caught. Why didn't I just leave? I'm sure someone would have spared an old man some silver. I was dragged back to my room and put back into bed. It isn't like I can't walk, I know I'm not well but I'm not completely disabled.

I suppose the guard is right for keeping me confined to my room, but I am I'm terribly bored and annoyed. Bored, because all I can do is attempt to tinker with jewelery, or re-read the books in my library. Annoyed, because the rat is at my heels, staring at me like the brainless idiot he is. I'm waiting for him to drool over my shoulder onto this page. He breathes with his mouth open, I wouldn't be surprised if he wakes up in a pool every morning. Sometimes he talks, but I think he knows better. The last thing he said earned him a book in the forehead. I should be thankful he isn't shoving drugs down my gullet like he was earlier. After a little while it was down right depressing to see him lurking my room, pacing around, sighing. I started reading and he got sick of watching me and told him to leave but he'd just shake his head.

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Taking an earlier note of the little retard most enjoying my jewel crafting, I went back to my desk and started to crimp some wire. As expected, he trotted over, and if he had a tail I imagine it would be a swirl. I held up a tiny mithril filigree and asked him what he thought of it. He told me he wanted to keep the little scrap, so I gave it to him. I would have made him something better if I had the materials, and stupidly, I said this. He squandered off, smiled, and said he would bring some back... Now how does somebody like him acquire such things? Stealing, I suppose. Maybe he'll get caught. I'm not sure if that would be a good thing, or a bad thing. But I am sure that it's very late, and I need to get some sleep or I'll never recover.

Eladis

07-28-2007, 02:57 PM

It was strange, hearing the guards in a bustle over the past few days. Apparently someone had stolen every key ring in the house. I should have expected it to be that little idiot, I really should have. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to throw a big sack of keys on my table and demand I make rings out of them. How STUPID do you have to be to do something like that? Even as a joke? I spent the better part of my day apologizing to each and every member of the staff, and having the idiot walk behind me with his bag of keys so they might claim theirs. And of course, everyone but a few took the joke as it was and smiled. Perhaps I should be a little more nice to the boy, he obviously has mental problems... But as they say, children need rules. I've raised two, I should know.

Before that whole mess, I had a talk with my brother about making his idiot a permanent member of the house. We were worried about him having a contract kept with his last employers, when suddenly it dawned. He "can't read" and "can't write". I was actually laughing at this, clever little thing. If only he always displayed such wit, though that could have foiled his contract avoiding plans. It must have been intentional, I've seen his writing, and I don't think he would be dumb enough to sign himself up for any commitment at all. But on the other hand, he did steal a bunch of keys for me to "smelt and make rings out of". He can hardly keep track of the simple errands I give him, let alone holding a real job. I doubt they would notice he left and all, and if they do.. Hilarity ensues. He honestly has me stumped, but I'll keep to myself on the matter. He would get the wrong impression if I inquired about his 'last job'.

Eladis

07-31-2007, 10:50 PM

I was to see the Baroness as soon as I recovered, but I had to move the date ahead due to trivial errands which a healer shouldn't be doing. Unfortunately, the four assistants I have couldn't find the time, and the one half-wit I have did well for what was expected from him. The orc I hired into the house was somewhat familiar, I suppose I've healed enough bar fights to have passed my magic over him at least once. It was a little offending to be considered a pure Thornel, though as an orc I suppose that was his idea of being polite. I am very sure I don't need to remind him again. He knew my brother, oddly. I don't want to think of how well the two know each other, but I haven't been requested to do any embarrassing mending. Hopefully things stay this way.

I had a very very brief word with this orcish wolfmaster, showed him what I could of the estate in under ten minutes, introduced him to quite a few wide-eyed elves, and was on my way to Shattrath. The house magister and I exchanged a few words about orcs in a tongue the brute didn't understand, had a few short laughs, and the next time I opened my eyes I was in Outland, the Scyers tier.

As a blood elf, I am always welcome within the Scryers.. Well, until I 'make my choice' later. I haven't even been able to go and see what the Aldor rise has to offer. Of course, that is understandable. Not only am I a blood elf, I'm the worst kind of blood elf, a Blood Knight. What would the Aldor want from an unskilled 'magic leech' like me? I can't help but wonder if that's where Aurlon went. If he escaped me the way I think he may have, this is the only place he could have gotten to. But if a mage of such caliber can trick me into missing his company, I'm sure he could have very well turned invisible and walked out the front gates.

I felt my stomach churn as I walked by the Terrace of Light. Perhaps I can redeem myself, at least enough to spare my family if they suddenly turn on us as well. Though we're already in a delicate situation.. To my knowledge we haven't been able to even contact the prince. Of course these were matters I wouldn't have to attend to for quite some time, if at all, but it's good to consider every possible situation for myself. Perhaps I will discuss it with the house advisers if we have the time.

I have a meeting with the Baroness as soon as she arrives. I will have to think back on those options I have. I'm very much unsure about it all, training, marriage, and loyalties. I'm not one to make half-assed excuses, and I'm not one to pass the blame on anyone else. We will see how this goes. Hopefully I don't get thrown out for giving her too much lip.

Eladis

08-05-2007, 12:31 AM

The meeting went well enough, I don't think I need to write down any details. I just need to find a ring and make this complete. There are several more meetings to attend to make things official. I should have stayed in Shattrath and I should have stayed in my room there.

On the brighter side, I finally got that undead horse I've been wanting. He's not too slow, doesn't bounce much. Exactly what I was looking for. Apparently someone mutilated it in the night, I will have to have a word with my brother about this. He upright told me he didn't like the thing. I suspect he may have tried to dismantle it.

Eladis

08-09-2007, 12:48 PM

I should have spent the day with her, but I went out. It was a little rough at some points, but I think I had fun, maybe a little. I'm sure the big dumb orc had fun too, despite my pokes. It's strange, numbing even. Not that I'm complaining.

Eladis

08-10-2007, 04:59 PM

Yet another meeting in Shattrath, this time to change my name and accept my title. Last night I asked her if she wanted to come with me and of course it ended badly. I told her the truth, not every little detail, but enough of it to make her run off in tears. It somehow doesn't feel as good as I thought it would. Usually when a boy comes clean about a trivial lie they feel better about them self for having the courage to do so at all. I guess this wasn't exactly a trivial thing to admit to someone, let alone my fiance. I'll make it right somehow.

I wonder if feeling tired and not being able to sleep is another symptom to add to the list. I think it could be, it isn't like this is a new thing. I'm still expecting word back from those light-be-damned apothecaries, nobody seems too concerned about that now. If anything, they see where I'm coming from.

And like a little girl confessing, I miss being mostly alone.

Eladis

08-13-2007, 07:56 AM

I had a word with Kovan which soon escalated to a smack, then the expected punch, and a few more other cruel things. Does he honestly think he can make it out there on his own? He's near eighty and has hardly had to fend for himself. I shouldn't worry, I should look forward to where this leads. Perhaps he'll learn a lesson or two. Sword or body, hah. There must have been something wrong with him, something he didn't mention. Oh hell, there has always been something wrong with him.

That fighting wore me down enough to sleep that night, waking up in a pool of my own sweat. I stayed in bed all day, I felt disgusting. That damn redhead came to my room again, we had a few.. more casual words. Seems somebody really wants to keep their hide intact once I get the house. He's not a bad guy, I don't blame him for being so snoopy. I suppose that's his job. I was delightfully reminded that I will no longer be a bachelor when I have the house. I'm not so sure I liked his tone, but the message got across.

I cleaned myself up and off I went. It wasn't so much their service I paid for than it was their silence. Those women were good, well worth the coin spent. This will have been my unofficial bachelor party. What's an elf with no friends to do, otherwise? I suppose there will be a formal sort of thing, but who's going to show up for that besides the usual faces?

Eladis

08-16-2007, 08:57 PM

Finally, the RAS sent a doctor to see me. He arrived a little late in the afternoon. I expected someone professional would show up early, and not in the middle of my lunch, but I suppose I can't complain. I considered raising my sword against him, the damn corpse was so well preserved it looked downright living. The guards let him in, I guess in my dim setting I couldn't tell he was a disgusting hue of blue. Somehow he was more disgusting than the rotting corpses. That cadaver was strange, he seemed a little too enthusiastic about dealing with me. He reminded me of those street peddlers, the thieves and con artists. I requested proof of his employment to the Apothecarium, he presented a signet and a few papers, they seemed legit enough. Was that paranoia acting up to my advantage again? Must have been.

He had a look at me, just a look, turned me around, asked me a lot of questions. Of course my 'condition'-- as he'd refer to it, is mostly psychological. But that doesn't mean he couldn't fix me. I understand why he is charging me all too much for these 'treatments' of his, I'm desperate, I'll try anything. I know a placebo won't do, and I'm quite sure that's what he has given me. It's been hours and I feel exactly the same but I smell a little worse. Maybe, just maybe, we'll need to play a little trick on this ignorant corpse. Suddenly I think I'm feeling sick, oh dear, whatever will I do?

On top of this loon of a doctor, I've been further learning to manage the household's money and business. Making sure people aren't ripping us off, going over who all the funds are going to, political affairs, a lot less interesting than I'd imagine.. And on top of that I have my blood knight training. Ah the blood knights, a bunch of damn idiots. It's disgusting how much gold has to be 'donated' to them to be part of their ranks. What's worse, I'll happily fork it over.

Eladis

08-17-2007, 09:12 PM

*The journal bulges with various pieces of folded parchment. One piece in particular was not folded, and it

stuck out of the book.*
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Letters, I've been writing too many light-damned letters. If there's someone around with better experience, why bother at all. Forget it. I try, and I try, and I try. Nothing. The results are always the same. It's never the right time to ask.

Eladis

08-18-2007, 02:43 PM

I remember her telling me to "go to hell", once. It wasn't such a bad idea, really. Apparently Hellfire Peninsula is great this time of year, what with the demons to kill, that citadel to infiltrate, all kinds of training to accomplish. Sleeping on a bed of putrid straw in an open room is something new, I'm sure I can live with it. It's a little hard to endure the stupidity of the pilgrims, "Promised Land" this, "Prince" that. Idiots.. Listening to those orcs bellow orders is easier on my ears.

The place is crawling with alliance, I've gotten by mostly unscathed. I was on my way to aid a strange owl beast druid, and I came across a few draenei women. They glared, spat, but didn't touch me. I suppose I can't blame them. I've taken to wearing the Blood Knight's tabard, as I'm not a representative of my house when I am training, I am one of my people as well as the horde. I've also been informed by the staff that it's a huge pain in the ass to get blood out of white fabric and gold stitching.

I have many more letters to write, one for him, so when I arrive I won't interrupt anything.. One to the loon doctor so he might know where to find me for the next installation of 'treatments'. One for her as well, I shouldn't have just left without saying anything to her at all, though I doubt she's even noticed I'm gone. I assume the Baroness will keep her informed, but then again she's in the same place I am. Last but not least, one for the idiot. I suppose as he is one of my.. part time assistants, I should have left him a list of things to do. I imagine he hasn't even done the task I gave him.

Oh right, there's my kid sister as well. I'd better not forget her. I figure she's been fending for herself this long, she'll be fine to wait a few days. If she isn't fine, then she's probably dead. Either way, I'll have to bring something home. It isn't like bringing the dead back is a hard task. Besides, I'm going to end up there anyway.

Eladis

08-22-2007, 05:45 AM

I usually write here to document my life, perhaps write down reminders, complain where no ears would have to tolerate it. I've been on the road a lot lately, but have finally been forced to return 'home' by 'loved ones'. There is little I need to elaborate on there, as I don't feel I need to be reminded that one very special 'loved one' is a hypocritical, selfish, crazy idiot. I am only one person. I can only do so much. I was doing enough remotely, the house was fine. I spoke with him all night until we got an unexpected visitor, he knew of my plans, the reasoning for my absence. He's almost as stupid as that rat and his stubbornness rivals that of my brother.

As I write this, I feel as if I am about to vomit all over the page. I left my room in care of an idiot and it smells like he left something dying somewhere. My other assistants cannot stop badgering me about things, the smell among them. Apparently while I was gone, one "Evanthe Cindersong" ran into one of my clueless underlings and has requested I tell one "Izrail She-does-not-know-his-last-name" that she has to speak to him as soon as possible. I recall the boy, but who is this woman demanding I pass on a message myself? Do I look like a messenger? What kind of messenger has assistants to tend to them? Of course I will tell him, if I see him. Well, if I get a chance to speak to him without guzzling water anyway. This smell is just unbearable..