Orcish 101

[Hellista]

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So I'm sitting in class, and the teacher hands us out the books and says we have to write a daily journal. I've never done this before, as I tend to only write my lists of things I haven't tried, but here goes.

I'm Hellista Josette Lok'Tharis, and I'm a Voodoo Death Shaman.

I was born into a family of minor nobles, had some trouble with my gift (the ability to see and talk to ghosts), and got involved in troll voodoo studies. Somewhere along the way, I killed my family, but thats all water under the bridge. I got a full pardon and have now enrolled in Silvermoon University to continue the education that I missed out on while being sold as a Deadtalker to the high rollers in Silvermoon.

But none of this is important. What is important is that I have a new friend. Faith is her name, although now I hear she goes by Celuna. I fainted when I heard this, because this means that I have befriended the undead sister of Lovely Nex'Cruor, who I consider to be the most vile piece of trash in Azeroth. And the best part is that Celuna doesn't seem to remember Lovely.

I really enjoy Celuna, and she makes me feel like a big sister, which is something I never got to be when I lived with my real family....I actually want to care for her and make her happy.

Oh...But this information about who she really is can be quite useful. I hope when Lovely finally does discover her sister's fate, and realizes that I am Celuna's friend, that she will totally lose her mind, as she seems to always do. Making Lovely cry is one of the joys I have in life that never gets old. Its even more fun than throwing a curse of doom on a child's pet.

Anyway, we will see how that goes.

It also seems I have a crush....Which is something I never thought would happen. For about a week now, I have been encountering a Blood Knight, and I can't keep my eyes off him. His long blonde hair...his gorgeous body...the shiny plate he wears...It makes me want to just eat him up, and not in the way I usually eat people. And he knows it too...I can tell. His confidence inspires me, and the way he calls me "Dollface" just makes me melt inside. We have a date set up, and I will see how it goes.

Til tomorrow, journal. I go now to brave the terrors of Lunch Lady Phia's "Abomination Stew."

[Mortica]

((poor Lovely!))

[Hellista]

Something is seriously wrong with me. I'm doing nice things, like petting small animals and smiling at children. I even let a gnome live the other morning....What am I thinking?

I blame the man I have the crush on. He is just as vile and evil as I am, but he has me enthralled enough that its throwing off my mojo. Just last night, I got pinned in by a group of Shadow Council executioners, and he came swooping down from the sky, golden hair flowing in the wind as he jumped right into the largest group of them. He rescued me with such style, that I couldn't contain myself, and I rushed into his arms like some innocent young damsel in distress. I didn't even eat any of the people he killed!! By the dark serpent, I think I even swooned.

Anyway, Celuna's progress seems to be getting better with each day. She talks much better now, and is turning out to be a powerful warrior. I still haven't mentioned Lovely to her, and I don't know that I will any time soon.

Oh, and I simply must write about Leoren. I am having so much fun with this man right now. I always seem to catch him when he doesn't want me to...Always in the middle of things he'd probably rather keep secret. Silly Blood Knight should realize that there are no secrets from me. If I actually cared about what he was doing I could have so much fun, but instead I simply gain pleasure from tormenting him.

The fact of the matter is, I really like Leoren. I respect him, which says alot, because I respect nothing. I know one day I will anger him enough to where he will strike me down in the middle of Silvermoon...and I think that may be what I am working toward on a subconscious level. I think Leoren releasing anger would be a freeing experience for him, and it might be what he needs to be able to breathe more.

I sent him a pickled murloc head in a jar as a peace offering yesterday....The girl who delivered it said he was doing just what I assumed he was, and that he said he wished I would burn to death or something...I love him so much. He's fun. I hope he and his love have a beautiful life together, but he needs to get a bit more wicked if he wants to please her for very long.

Evanthe helped me the other day, summoning me to the Altar of Shadows in Shadowmoon Valley. I can now make some really powerful items...Frozen Shadoweave armor. This stuff is so powerful I can't even wear it yet. But in time, I will be a force to be feared...

Okay, time to get back to class...Mmmm, I wonder what my paladin is doing right now...Maybe I'll take a few minutes before I leave and think of his lovely eyes..No, I'll think of his butt instead.

[Evanthe]

[Hahaha... I love Hellista. ]

[Hellista]

*The page is covered in scrawls and violent images, although at the bottom is written a line in perfect orcish.*

"I am going to eat him."

[Ellsbeth]

((Hahaha!))

[Vilmah]

((I have this feeling like he called her fat or something.))

[Kallindra]

((*gleeful laugh* Oh my, Hellista's last entry made me harken back to something from one of my favorite writers. This is great!))

[Hellista]

((I have this feeling like he called her fat or something.))

((Nah, that comment wasn't about the secret guy she's dating. It was about Leoren. hehe))

[Sunsong]

((Oh I know! I still have a feeling Leoren called her fat! The #1 cause in bitchiness in any woman!))

[Evanthe]

((Oh I know! I still have a feeling Leoren called her fat! The #1 cause in bitchiness in any woman!))

[Right up there with telling a girl she's turning into her mother. Sorry to derail, Hellista. I loved your last entry.]

[Hellista]

[Right up there with telling a girl she's turning into her mother.

((I made that mistake once. ONCE. haha))

[Hellista]

Its been a long time since I've written, but much has happened.

Lovely and I completed our war. We no longer have the desire to kill each other. I still don't like her, but she is beneath my concern, especially now that she is changed. She has been transformed into a new creature by her "mother" Clys. I stayed silent during all this, watching, and waiting for a mistake. So far I seem to see nothing.

This past week I finally ventured out of my room again. I had been in seclusion for a while due to things that happened to me. There were some terrible things that took a while to get over, but I am fine now. My mind is sharp and I have the need once more to continue my training.

But something unusual and unexpected has happened. I have a new ghostly contact. A spirit that has befriended itself to me as the spirits of the newly dead often do. This silver haired human paladin doesn't seem to realize that she is dead. I wonder what information she can share with me about the Nex'Cruors, and about what happened before she was killed by her new self....

This should be interesting indeed. I have already learned secrets that many would best like to keep buried. Clys, Skafloc, Evanthe, and several members of the Alliance. All of these people have skeletons in their closets, and the door has been opened wide....

[Hellista]

How long has it been since I've written? A month? Two? I am surely going to fail this course, but I don't care. I write when I feel like it.

Yesterday was an interestng day.

I began my training with Tamora. She had been a warlock in the past, and has much knowledge about how it works. People may look at her and think she's just a warrior, but she is much more than that.

I'm learning how to open portals from the nether to take its power for myself, and I have become very powerful. But I've noticed one thing. This power makes me drunk, as if I've stumbled upon a euphoric source of an unnatural high. It makes me excited to use it, even aroused. Tamora discovered this during our training yesterday.

I had to fight Tamora so she could gauge my strength. I beat her twice in a row, and there was an unexpected effect. The fel energies I am now channeling had an effect on her. She somehow absorbed them, even as she fell. She too became drunk on them, as if her old ways had been reopened. Toward the end of the training excersice, she and I channeled the energy between each other in a most carnal way, until we both nearly passed out. I think we are becoming addicted to it.

I talked with Skafloc yesterday about Broxigan. He told me what he knew of the ritual that robbed the orc's sight, and I am now more angry than even before. How dare the Blood Knight and his woman use Broxigan in such a way...and how dare they and Sabachthan meddle in the affairs of spirits without knowing what they were doing.

If I ever see Sabachthan come back in one piece, I will wear his eyes as a necklace and eat his unliving heart. Broxigan deserves vengeance, even if he will not seek it out.

I went to the tower last night in Deadwind and fought alongside several of my allies. Khaell Ghant was among them, but he seems to not be connected with what his brother did, and so I will spare his soul. Skafloc and Evanthe were there as well, and I interrupted them speaking of something. Of course they shut it off when I arrived. The Baron must have his little games and secrets. No concern of mine, unless they interfere with my plans, which I cannot write here.

Upon returning, I decided to mingle in Silvermoon City. I put on a pretty red evening gown, putting all my armor and weapons up, and made my way to the largest group of people I could find in an effort to be social.

Imagine my surprise when I was called out only moments after arriving. A rogue named Cessily started asking me questions, because she knows that I know many things about her activities that she would rather have kept secret. You can't keep secrets from the dead.

Rather than be wise and treat me with respect, the girl began to call me names. Not very smart, this Cessily. She took me outside and attempted to exert her authority over me, and I was forced to put her in the dirt. She even got my dress dirty.

After I put her down, her companion Emmons began to berate me, as if I had started the whole fight. He was smart not to attack me, as I am currently strong in the fel magics.

Cessily apologized to me as I asked, and then the three of us went inside to have some drinks. I have no desire to kill the girl, but she needed to know that I was not to be disrespected.

I met with Tamora again, and our addictions were sated once more. She even offered to have Lovely grovel at my feet and pleasure me sexually. While the thought of this sounds incredibly just, I don't know if I can go through with that. As wicked as I am, I cannot advocate making someone do such things against their will. I was a slave to my family when I was younger, and I swore when I killed my family that no one would suffer as I had. I cannot wish this even on Lovely.

But Tamora...She and I have begun something that I cannot describe in words. We have bonded over our new fel addictions, and as long as she continues to teach me, I will continue to sate her thirst for the energy. She is quite voracious, and gives me more pleasure than I've ever recieved before. It is primal, and violent, and tainted...and I love it.

[Evanthe]

How dare the Blood Knight and his woman use Broxigan in such a way...and how dare they and Sabachthan meddle in the affairs of spirits without knowing what they were doing.

[Eva feels the same way about them and demonic magics. ;) And great googley moogely, how many girls does Tamora have in her harem?]

[Skafloc]

I talked with Skafloc yesterday about Broxigan. He told me what he knew of the ritual that robbed the orc's sight, and I am now more angry than even before. How dare the Blood Knight and his woman use Broxigan in such a way...and how dare they and Sabachthan meddle in the affairs of spirits without knowing what they were doing.

(( Obviously she only listened to half of what Skafloc was saying.;) But then, she was "fel drunk' at the time. ))

[Tamora]

And great googley moogely, how many girls does Tamora have in her harem?]

(( Not enough~! ))

[Lascivious]

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I'm Hellista Josette Lok'Tharis, and I'm a Voodoo Death Shaman.


(( "Hey Lok'Tharis, how can I be a Voodoo Death Shaman?" ))

[Hellista]

*A large drawing of doodles is on this page. Snowflakes, presents, and crudely drawn reindeer are visible. Toward the bottom is a large heart shape with a Blindfolded male orc, a female forsaken with no decay, and a blood elf female with long black hair in the middle.*

What the fel is wrong with me?!? I killed five hundred people yesterday! I am a terror and a monster! Yet I cannot help the feelings I have inside me, and they are taking me over.

Why must people love?

I have to be careful, lest I hurt people. I'm not Lovely, and I don't want to be looked at like her.