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Post by thedr on Feb 13, 2012 12:42:22 GMT -5
((Here will be a collection of the letters Irondrisia (my hunter) has sent home while adventuring abroad in Azeroth. As a point of clarification, I'm using each of her in-game levels to represent months away from home. So, as she is 21 at the time of this post, she has been away for 21 months. Hope you guys enjoy them! I'll post new ones when I can ))
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Post by thedr on Feb 13, 2012 12:43:38 GMT -5
Uncle,
When I set out from Shadowglen all those months ago (almost a year and a half now), I can honestly say I did not know what to expect. Even after all the stories father used to share when I was younger, I still didn't know what awaited me beyond the land we called home. I actually met humans! But I'm getting ahead of myself.
The first thing you should know is that I am safe in Lor'danel. Well, "safe" isn't exactly the right word to use, but it will suffice. Please don't worry, though. We are well protected by the Ancients and Sentinels here. I'm actually sitting in the inn at the moment, looking out over the sea, and thinking of home. It's so interesting to see Teldrassil from here, to experience the enormity of it. Ironcatsia is here beside me, along with my new friend, Grimclaw the bear. He was separated from his master, Volcor, following the destruction of Auberdine, and I was able to help reunite them for a moment before Volcor entered his eternal slumber. Grimclaw has yet to leave his side, so Ironcatsia and I have done what we can to help in his time of mourning. As one who has the gift of befriending animals, I can't help but be choked up at the thought of what my saber may go through should I depart from this life before him. I can only hope that our final moments are shared together.
These thoughts make me miss home, and family. I promise to visit soon.
Speaking of which! (and on to more cheerful matters) I was actually on my way just recently, but I got a bit... sidetracked. Let me explain: when I arrived back in Darnassus I was approached by a strange human wizard. She was clothed in purple and green robes I had never seen before, asking if I wanted to visit the Darkmoon Faire. I had heard of such an event many years ago, but never did I dream of being able to see it! Before I realized it I found myself in a strange forest, full of trees very different than those found at home, or even here in Darkshore. It was Elwynn Forest! Uncle, I can't even begin to describe the excitement I felt to not only be visiting the Faire, but to also be in human lands! It was such a beautiful place, and I can't wait to go there again.
Which leads to my final thoughts in this letter. I ended up in Stormwind after my time at the Faire (which is a letter all to itself). What an amazing world the humans live in! The city is built of wood and stone, which is nothing unfamiliar to us, yet it is absolutely different than our beloved Darnassus. I know father spoke very highly of Stormwind, so to see it with my own eyes was nothing short of a blessing from Elune. As I made my way to the docks to book passage on a trip back home, I happened across a call for help. Not an actual person calling for help, but there was a parchment in the city square asking for available bodies to help some place called Redridge. I know you may not enjoy this news, but once I have finished my tasks here in Lor'danel, my next stop will be this village of Redridge.
This isn't up for discussion, so please don't send Irondaria to try and talk me out of it. Uncle, there are other people, other races... other friends, that are in need of help in this world, and I truly believe Elune has led me the way she has for a reason. Who knows? Perhaps I'll arrive and find my assistance is no longer needed. But what if it still is? For my own sake I have to try. You, of all people, know that I have to at least do that.
Again, please don't be mad. Just know that I go to fulfill my purpose in this world. I miss you and Irondaria, so pass my love on her for me. I promise to write again soon.
Elune-Adore,
Irondrisia
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Post by thedr on Feb 15, 2012 16:58:59 GMT -5
My dear uncle and beloved sister,
I wish I knew the words to express how much I miss you both. I know I was just home a couple months ago, but such a short trip to undergo the Rite of Passage and earn my saber mount didn't allow time to really visit. It certainly didn't fix the void I feel when I am away. Of all times, now is one when I could use a laugh from you, Irondaria, or an encouraging word, uncle. I know I am helping to make a difference and make the lives of others safer, but it is hard nonetheless.
I sleep fitfully at night, and have frightened the poor innkeeper here on a couple of occasions when I awoke screaming. She is human named Brianna, and she has been very gracious and helpful during my time here. In fact, all of the people I have met in Lakeshire have been welcoming and grateful for my assistance.
When last we spoke, I told you about the troubles being had with small camps of gnolls on the outskirts of town. Upon further investigation when I returned, we found that these weren't the only gnolls in the area: the hills behind Lakeshire were INFESTED with them. It took a while, but their numbers were cut down, and their Alpha (known as Yowler) was taken care of. These creatures were even wise enough to be able to use shadow magic, controlling monstrosities known as Ettins. I fought one of their magic-users... a powerful gnoll called Ardo Dirtpaw... I... I want to say more, but I... I can't. Not just yet. My dreams are haunted by the memories of that encounter, and the subsequent task... shadow magic is nothing to trifle with
There is more to say, but I must close for now and attempt to rest. I'll need all the strength I can muster, and I must have a focused mind come morning, for the Orc hunt begins.
I will write again when I am back safe.
Elune-Adore
Irondrisia
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Post by thedr on Feb 16, 2012 14:46:44 GMT -5
Two years.
We've seen each other since then, but I was just thinking that it has been two years since I left Shadowglen to see what was out here in the world... two years full of excitement and peril, of smiles and tears, of safety and danger, confidence and fear... amazing how quickly time seems to pass without even realizing it. And there is so much still to do, so much left to see. I can't wait to see what's next, especially if it takes me out of this place I'm at now, a land known as Duskwood. This is the home of nightmares.
Before I get to that, I want to fill you in on the Orc situation in Redridge. Irondaria, should you ever make your way out into the world and find yourself there, you might notice the giant crater on the southeastern part of the lake. This is where an Orc army once stood and attempted to fortify themselves. Those grotesque pieces of... well, I won't go there, but you know what I would like to say. I worked with a human named John Keeshan in weakening their hold on the area (after rescuing him and his brothers-in-arms from the same orcs... a book of tales unto itself). This army, under the command of one Render, had committed heinous acts against the humans here, so to see their lives ended with such a display of power was remarkable. My only regret is they died too quickly. Had I my way they would have ALL suffered through the same torturous existence they put their captives through. The humans were far too merciful. But, being as it was their land and their fight, and I was only a minor player in the battle, I submit that they had the right to choose how to proceed and I do not begrudge them at all for their plain of action. At the end of the day, the orcs are dead. That is all that matters.
Two years. Yes, I have changed much.
The orc threat is not over for the humans in Redridge. I was called away to Duskwood before I could enter the next battle, but Keeshan and his men assured me they were more than able to handle what was left thanks to my help with Render's army. I wished them well in their efforts and took a gryphon (wonderful creatures, they are!) to Darkshire.
If your darkest, more fearsome dreams manifested themselves as a place in this world, Duskwood would be that place. I don't like it here. I am uncomfortable, always jumping at the slightest sound. I thought I had issues with sleep while in Lakeshire... this is the same, yet different. I can't completely describe it. The humans here look at me with an odd mixture of disdain, contempt, pity, and helplessness. They smirk and chuckle to themselves when they see me jump at noises, but then shake their heads at some unspoken thought and give me a look as if to say "I know how you feel." I can't imagine what life has been like for the populace here. But, as it is not my home, I am in no hurry to stay any longer than necessary. Already I have fought with wild Worgen (not the peaceful kind we have recently come to know) and the undead. If I was not bound to help to the extent of my ability, I would leave. However, on that same note, I realize the importance of doing just that: helping to the extent of my ability. I may wish to leave here as soon as I can, but I will not let that wish hinder me in the tasks I set out to complete.
Two years. A long time, indeed. I must return to my work now. I will write again soon.
Elune-Adore
Irondrisia
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