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((This will be where I create a “sketch” of my character. Hope I am following board protocols. If I have placed this in the wrong area of have made some errors, please let me know.))
Letter to Micah, older brother of Mhorighan, a soldier. Early autumn, 623KC
Hello big brother!
Well, I’ve gone and done it— officially set my feet inside the “Ivory Tower of Academia” at my old alma mater, Stormwind University. That’s right—your baby sister may someday be moulding young minds, and setting the world to rights with her brilliant historical insights. Or something like that, I hope! At this time I am just settling in, and preparing to apply as PhD candidate—big doings, eh? How will it feel to have to someday call your bratty baby sister “Doctor”? You just know I’ll be rubbing that in!
My research continues in aspects of the histories of the wars that have plagued our poor world. My recent work with the Explorer’s League out of Ironforge and long conversations with Historian Karnik earned me an introduction to the Wildhammer clan and I’ve been touring the Hinterlands and getting to know the dwarven folk and their stories. They have some amazing history and some very hard-hitting brews! You’d enjoy them, and their gryphons; the younglings are so cute. Majestic and strong and deadly, but very cute nonetheless! (On reread, let me clarify-- I mean the gryphon younglings, not the Wildhammer folk—although their younglings are fascinating as well.)
The administration & fellow professors at Stormwind University have been exceptionally kind and welcoming to me, and have made me feel right at home amongst them. All of them are incredibly dedicated yet not as stuffy as you’d imagine for academics. The mystique we place on our instructors as undergrads fades away and you discover they are just regular folks—smart & fiercely committed—but not arrogant. It is a pleasant discovery. One in particular, Yusana Wanderbrew, Professor of Art Instruction and a quirky, lovely Pandaren lass, introduced me to some of her personal brewed concoctions and told a bit of her philosophy on brewing. The lore and company was as scintillating as the brew was strong! Big brother, I tell you now—had I access to this sort of drink as an undergrad or whilst working at the Lamb, I’d never have graduated.
Mum & Pop send their best; I told them I was writing you this evening when I went to share my exciting news. They are quite proud I think. It is nice to know I am finally pleasing them as they were—as you know—quite concerned about my pursuits after graduation. The idea of having a daughter that practices—gasp!—the dread fel magic still frets them, but at least they can now see that I am in control and on my way to greater things. I’m more like you then you all thought, Mr Responsible! (I kid. You know I love you.) And no, neither my eyes nor skin have turned green, smarty-pants.
Hope all is well with you and duties aren’t too onerous or harrowing. Can you tell us yet exactly where you’ve been sent, and when you might get leave for a visit? Mum is anxious, but Pop assures her the secrecy is normal. I stay silent—something tells me there is—as ever—some sort of disquiet brewing, but I can’t yet pin down where or what. I could ask my “friends”, but I have a hunch I won’t like the answer. So be safe! And do write when you can. Shall I tell Greta you send your love? (Don’t hit me!)
I miss you big brother, and remain your loving sister,
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((Fantastic work, Mhorighan! :D And yes, this was posted in the appropriate spot on the forums!
I love when people write fictional pieces such as this to give us all further OOC insight into their characters!
I write things and post them here myself from time to time, when I manage to find said time to do so - although I'm told that I'm rather... "detail-oriented" :P - so it tends to be a long undertaking for me. xD
Journal entries or letter formats such are this are really excellent reads and quite an interesting way to accomplish that goal though! Keep up the great work, I look forward to more whenever you've got the time! ))
((OOC Thanks Amaranthaea! It was fun to write. I've been enjoying various entries on the forums; it's cool that people like to share their back stories and bits of items that interest them. :)
As for details! You should keep it up. After all, I think we all enjoy GRRM's ASoIaF and that is stuffed to the gills with detail! So go to it-- let your details fly! Huzzah!))
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Journal notes, Hinterlands, early autumn 623KC
Gorgeous country! The terrain reflects the spirit of the Wildhammer clan—rugged, yet refreshing and majestic. This is a strong place, and a strong people.
That said, am still looking for any link to that odd bit of lore gleaned from a footnote on one of the books on the War of the Ancients—the skull of Gul’dan, at one point, was handed off to a Wildhammer dwarf for transport. I cannot broach this openly—one simply does not walk up to people and start asking after the brainbox of Guld’dan! But perhaps as I get to know these folk better I will hear the tale and write it down for posterity. Meanwhile, the Wildhammer folk have asked for some help in gathering some old bottles of port, and some other tasks. I suppose it is cynical but frank to say I am “ingratiating myself” to the Wildhammer clan, but I don’t know how else to show that I have no ill intentions if and when I get around to mentioning that Gul’dan business.
Anyway, the faculty and staff of SU have been invited to a ball tonight, hosted by the Northern Confederacy. It’ll be fun to dress up and be social, and thankfully it isn’t far from the outpost—it’s being held in Serdane. I hope no one makes me dance.
Addendum to notes:
Tweee! Trill! Songs of joy! I met a nice Draenei warrior at the ball. He is such a marvellous dancer, and so strong and handsome and intelligent and kind, and I was a bit taken aback at first that he chose to speak with me. Yes, me! Boring girl of Stormwind—now a Professor and noticed by a worldy – a multi-worldly--warrior. Will wonders never cease? Sure, I met my fair share of um, “gentlemen” (I use the term most loosely) at the Lamb, but he’s different. (I hope he’s different. I think he’s different.) Oh my… best not tell Mum quite yet; if I don’t look out she’ll be planning a wedding. Look at what happened with Micah and Greta. I’ll wait a couple of days so I don’t sound giddy and raise false hopes in Mum’s dreamworld of “your life should be…”.
I must say, the other members of Stormwind University are a gorgeous lot! Everyone looked lovely in his or her finery, and almost everyone got to dancing. Wait, it must have been everyone, if I recall, even Professor Manablossom got caught up in the foul sorcery of a dance bomb. Poor dear, I know she must have felt uncomfortable—but she had good moves nonetheless. I think the university was well represented; I’ll bet many attendees were surprised to discover that “that bookish lot” is charming, fun and with an unrivalled sense of style!
Idea for future research: postpone trip to Kalimdor in favour of a trip to the Exodar? The Draenei (I was assured by him *squeal*- him!) are quite open about the horrors they endured under the Legion. Perhaps by looking back that way I can get a grasp on some of the elusive details and motives of why the Legion were—are—a problem to be conquered. I fear our future depends on it.
((I'm enjoying this a whole lot, Mhorighan! All of this is so great! I love the chance to see a part of someone's character that might otherwise go unnoticed! Please, keep it up! I can't wait for more!
Also, while Alandi would never accept that compliment I certainly will. :p ))
Journal notes, Stormwind City, early autumn 623KC
Oh my. Just re-read the notes from the other day and realise what a giddy child I must sound like. I hope to all the gods that my colleagues never see some of that, the personal stuff at least where I sound like an utter romantic ninny. Thank the light I never mentioned anything about that date to Mum—the way I sounded, she’d have been making me look at dress patterns and hauling me off to the cathedral. (Note to self—remember what happened with Micah? Don’t forget it, Mags!) Anyway, I conclude that wine & moonlight & a handsome warrior make for very silly flights of fancy.
I shall resolve to say only this: I’ve seen him again and he is still the most perfect gentleman. Yes, my heart flutters, but maybe that’s just how new and different my life has become of late. It may also be his stunning blue eyes—what sort of person could not look into them and be lost in dreams? I’ll be seeing him again, and this time Mags—stop that bloody blushing!
Brief field trip to Feralas to make my introduction to our educational counterparts in Kalimdor. At Dreamer's Rest I was stunned to find yet another of those portals, like that one outside of Serdane. I mentioned it to Professor Stratford and showed him the sketch I’d made. He is intrigued with them as well, and is as baffled as I am. He thinks they are connected, and I agree. There is too much uniformity in their construct to be random. So… what are they for, who made them, and does this bear further study? (Don’t be daft, Mags—of course it does!) I am expected soon to return to Kalimdor and make my way to Darnassus. I look forward to learning what I can from the Kaldorei people, and bringing felicitations from Stormwind U.
By the way, I got to officially “meet” Socratus, Professor Stratford’s wolf companion. I was intimidated, but he proved to be a charming beast, just like Professor Stratford. I’ve not been that close to such a large wolf before, but he seems gentle… at least with social situations. I’ve no doubt he’d be a fearsome protector in a battle. I shan’t soon forget that night, and I’d quite fancy getting a wolf if I wasn’t certain Poet would lose his feather-headed mind.
Had some interesting evenings with my colleagues. One ended up a bit scary—the night we met at the Darkmoon Faire for Tiki Tuesday. After some good company and conversation, Professor Lhoira told of a rumour she’d heard about a secret laboratory… and off we went. Something went wrong; there were Blood Elves and a strange sigil and a terrible undersea cave. All of it seems connected to an event that my colleagues shared previously. I naturally made a bloody arse of myself being the big coward, but my comrades saw me through. I emerged quite shaken, and as puzzled as the rest of them. I say it again—something is afoot, and I don’t like it. My tenuous ties to the nether have taken on a different flavour; one of urgency and... change? Yes, change. Something is coming, I feel more and more sure of it every day.
Next event was the literary conclave, hosted by Stormwind University. It had a great turn out, and many good stories were told, good songs sung. My colleague Lady Zeviah showed amazing virtuoso with her sad song and theatrical timing… she could easily be a professional entertainer if she weren’t a scholar at heart.
So, end of the week brief:
*Hit library for books on those bizarre portals, in addition to that noted work on the War of the Ancients—Professor Manablossom will surely know which one I mean. (Side note: avoid Harrison Jones’ fawning mob. What a gasbag!)
*Try on all my clothes. Shop if nothing is suitable for upcoming events.
*Pin down Poet and trim those bloody talons! A raven ought not have nails like a tavern slattern, and they hurt.
*Remember to bring extra parchment, ink and quills for him. *squee!* Him!
*Dammit Mags, re-read your journal entries and stop being so silly. You’re a professor now. Your colleagues would think you unprofessional.
Journal notes, Stormwind City, 623KC, early autumn
I don’t know where to begin! I’ve just had the most amazing night of my life. I’m finding it hard to be calm, and Mum gave me a funny look when I came in (she and Pop were waiting up, isn’t that cute?) so I must have had an unusual expression on my face. I hugged them both, feigned a need for sleep, and came up here to my room. But what to say? Maybe less is best; must endeavour not to sound like a silly child—I am a grown woman. (That makes me giggle!) I am still processing it all; so much has happened in such a short time and my mind is spinning like mad.
I’ll back up.
My work for the good folk of Dreamer’s Rest went well, and the Kaldorei are most kind. I am quite careful not to have any of my minions anywhere in view when I see the Kaldorei (when it can be helped). I’d hate to offend anyone or do anything that might reflect poorly upon Stormwind University or the good names & reputations of my colleagues. Nonetheless, the Kaldorei are quite aware of what I practice and still have given me the benefit of the doubt. A fine people, they are. And my word!—what luscious architecture! Such beauty! The way they rebuilt after the devastation of the Shattering is nothing short of amazing, from all I’ve seen. Maybe I ought to re-visit that wishing well outside of the Lamb—the Scoundrel’s Well, as we locals call it—and make yet another wish for a rebuilding of the park. If the Kaldorei took it on, it would be magical. Literally. *Sigh* Best not waste another wish on that rebuild. Besides, what if another evil influence came in and we had to face a repeat of the Defias scandal? We don’t need that.
Anyway, I was late leaving Feralas and nearly missed the boat at Theramore. I had an appointment with dear Professor Manablossom and dared not let her down. I made it; we conversed. She got me to open up much more than usual about demonology and seemed truly interested and non-judgemental. I was nervous, but felt better afterward. Her steady, calming demeanour did much to allay my fears and I look forward to hearing more of her own triumphs and tragedies. What an utter darling; wish she’d have come dancing with us!
And dancing! Oh my! He *squee* He! came looking for me at the library, and met Professor Manablossom. Such a gentleman! He was so sweet with her, and her with him. I am happy that everyone seems to think well of one another. It’s been few and far between for such “all-togetherness” in some recent events, with some of the newcomers to Stormwind City and some of the more hard-headed, hard-hearted locals. Thankfully, that seems to be changing; many types of people-- of all occupations, all sorts of cultures-- are working hard for the common good, a true community.
Hmm, quick note to self. He (yes, He! Him!) is a complete gentleman. However, he may have overheard a bit of my conversation with Professor Manablossom. I suppose if he did, it hasn’t put him off.
To the dancing! Professor Manablossom used her arts to make a portal and off we went to Gadgetzan, of all places. I was dressed well, I think-- the new blue dress. He (Him! *squeal, grin*) got dressed for the occasion as well; not armoured but definitely armed—another mighty weapon, of which he has many. (*happy sigh* Warriors!) But I was pleased with that; I’ve heard Goblin enclaves can be a bit dicey and I felt quite safe with him (Yes, Him! *sigh*.) In retrospect, I needn’t have feared—all the club attendees were on their best behaviour, for the most part. And what dancers!
I suppose we were early, both of us being rather attentive to times and commitments; but maybe everyone else was fashionably late. Nonetheless, we had a great conversation, then the lovely Lhoira and Amaranthaea showed up (hard to use their official titles when we were all just relaxing, cutting loose) and we had a marvellous time. I loved watching all three of them dance; they are so graceful. The club got a bit rowdy, but nothing unseemly took place as far as I could see. In short, we shut down the club, the four of us dancing, chatting, and enjoying the night.
Then after… after! Further deponent sayeth not! What if this journal should fall into the wrong hands—someone who could use my girlish musings against me, or my colleagues, or him? (HIM!) Or—light forbid!—Mum!?
Moonberry juice was sipped, and now I know it isn’t just wine and moonlight and, um… him (Oh! Him!) I’ve seen him when the sun was still up, and my heart still races as if I’d just completed a summoning. Wine was only involved that first night-- it was a good icebreaker, but as it turns out, not responsible for my pitter-pattering heart. I think it is him! (Yes, him!!!) The evidence highly suggests it is he. (Settle down, Mags! But yes, He!)
So, that is where it all stands, but for the parts best left to my romantic dreaming. He is all that I’d hoped for in a suitor (Oh my! blushing again, is “suitor” the correct word?), but I’m not going to press beyond that. Things happen as they happen—history has taught me well. I’m enjoying the moment, and I’ll keep striving to be more rational and grown up and not be the sort of ninny that hangs all over that Harrison Jones, making an arse of themselves. I’d not jeopardise the university or his (His!) good reputation by being a silly little girl. I’m a woman now, and I’ve got many things to worry over, not just my heart.
Notes for tomorrow:
*Re-read the primary and secondary sources on the doings of Gul’dan. There is something I am missing that might tie up a loose end on his actions.
*Write letter of introduction to our Darnassian counterparts; see if Dean Crowelley will add her recommendation.
*Pick up that package for Mum; she doesn’t want to go to the postbox and she needs a morning to simply relax. Ha! As if she would! But I’ll go fetch it, regardless.
*Write to Micah. I do wish he were here to talk to… except he’d tease me mercilessly. I do wish he were home safe, though.
*Try not to act the simpering, fawning fool if you see him. (HIM!!!)
Letter to Micah, Stormwind City, 623KC. early autumn
Hello, big brother!
I hope this letter finds you, and finds you well. News has been coming in of the triumphs and nightmares in the time-touched lands, and I’m both proud and troubled. (So are the olds.) I know you can’t say what you’re involved in, but a bit of news of your unit has trickled down to the masses, mostly good, some bad. We are all waiting eagerly for your return, and wait anxiously to be regaled with your tales of bravery, heroism, and victory. (And in your case, perhaps exaggerated. Teehee, just teasing! But admit it brother—you have been known to spin a yarn. Don’t try to tell us you single-handedly took down all the baddies. Some, sure. Not all.)
The folks are good. Mum is bustling over me as if I were a still a child, and Pop keeps working hard. He’s had a new commission for one of the inns and works late into the night. They both asked me to send their love as they knew I’d be writing to you, so here it is, all sealed up with a bow!
So… I do have some news. Brace yourself.
I met someone.
Yes, that’s right, Maggie met a boy, now pull my ponytail and mock me. (Better not!) And he’s not a boy, but a man. A man I can’t stop thinking about; the perfect gentleman: intelligent, handsome, strong, brave, kind-hearted and funny. He’s got lovely eyes, and beautiful skin and such a good outlook on all that has happened—and I tell you big brother. He’s seen a lot happen. He’s warrior, like you, and he has done service in the same region as you. I think you’d like him.
But (of course there’s a but) here’s what has Mom and Pop looking at me, offering advice. He’s older than me. Much older.
He’s a Draenei, Micah. Not that that is any problem, of course, to our family. Oh sure, I know some of the ignorant fools of Stormwind City might look down on him for that, but as we know, the Draenei people are so brave and good and generous, and have helped save the collective arse of Azeroth these past four years. I don’t understand the prejudice of some of these townies; they hold themselves higher than everyone for no intelligent reason. I tell you brother: it makes me so sad. I’d like to poke some of those bigoted, silly old chooks right in the nose, or sic one of my nether minions on them. (Sigh. I won’t. I guess I won’t.)
But back to him. The age difference doesn’t bother me—rather, it attracts me. You know I’ve never had much in common with mawkish, drooling, empty-headed young sorts. They hold no attraction for me, whereas real people with confidence, wisdom, and experience appeal greatly. Mum and Pop are eager to meet him. I’d held off on saying anything to them ‘til I’d seen him a bit more, but they knew something was up and Mum cornered me yesterday. Try as I might, I can’t lie to Mum. (You can, you cheeky bastard! Must teach me how, some day.) So out came the story (most of it; and if you say anything you might read into that to the folks you won’t have to fear any dangers in war, I’ll fix you myself!) They mentioned the age issue, but get this brother: they are worried for HIM.
Oh, I understand what they worry over. His life span is what? Tens of thousands more years than we have? Humanity brother: we are ephemeral, fleeting, a blink in the eye of his people. So Mum and Pop think I might break his heart.
They have a point. I’d rather clean the Scoundrel’s Well bare-handed than do anything to hurt him. But, Micah, if there is one thing I’ve learned in the study of history: all anyone has is now. The past is over and done with. The future is in the mist. No one knows when they will die—the old gods could rise tomorrow and end life as we know it, for all of us. I could die first; field research is sometimes a bit… intense. Or he could go first, fighting the good fight against the Iron Horde. I want a “now” with him, bother. I want to enjoy the moment. That’s how I see it; so I am happy to just go where it goes, and live for today.
Anyway, that’s it in a tidy package. The olds want to meet him, and I look forward to introducing them. Pop did tell me quietly that he’s always reckoned that I’d be best off with an sturdier, wiser, older partner. I think so too. But don’t start ringing the cathedral bells yet! (Don’t be like Mum!) I’m still determined to do this PhD, travel and be of use to the university. I want to enjoy the “now” with this astounding warrior, and see where it goes. I like him lot (quite a lot!) but realise that both he and I have to go where our paths take us. No one is guaranteed anything, so best not to force it, or try to plan beyond a reasonable future. If we end up together, in a few years—splendid! If we part, I will be sad but look back at this time fondly. (Sure, I’ll be a huge sook for a bit—but oh! What memories!) What will come, will come.
But I do really care for him brother; and respect him and want to do little things for him. I even offered to do any mending he might have! Mum would have a fit of some sort, happy that I’d gone so girly—you know how her mind works. So don’t tell her I said that! (I do sound giddy though, don’t I? One man from the stars comes into my life, and I lose my reason.)
I should wrap up this letter. I need to re-read some notes tonight, and write a few other letters. Tomorrow comes and we take up our heavy burdens, be they book or sword.
I miss you Micah, truly I do. Your baby sister needs a hug and some sage advice. Be safe and well, and write as soon as you can.
I remain always your loving and devoted baby sister,
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Journal notes, Stormwind City. Early autumn 623KC
Busy, busy busy! Attended a Pirate’s Day party hosted by friends of Mum & Pop, one of those “old Stormwind locals” evenings. Dull affair, but I’d promised the olds I’d spend the evening with them and I try to be a good daughter (or at least simulate one as much as possible). I was peppered by some of the old chooks with questions about just what we are now doing at Stormwind University, and what direction the curriculum is taking, who teaches what and what do you know of them personally, and all sorts of nosy things. I politely evaded or ignored when certain questions were broached; I refuse to cater to the prurient interests of snobs, and I certainly won’t reveal any personal details about my colleagues. Most of the “good old Stormwind set” seem stunned that I am now a professor but they try to cover it up with feigned politeness and admiration for the sake of Mum & Pop. I’m still going to be a little girl in most people’s eyes, particularly those who’ve known us since the rebuild & before, and I know it is on the gossip circle about my “unnatural practices” with demons. (Work at the Lamb, get a reputation. It is deserved in my case, in all honesty.) Nothing is said overtly due to the respect everyone has for Mum & Pop, but I can feel the contempt of some of these ignorant fools. It vexes me, but I try to keep calm and do my best to appear just a sweet young lady. But, oh! do I get tempted to get up to some mischief.
No one made mention of my dear friend (He! Him!) so if we’ve been seen together about town it hasn’t been often enough or overt enough to get the gossip train rolling. Doubtless that will change soon as all it takes is one encounter, one person spotting us in a kiss or an intimate look and then all hell will break loose. I will do my best not to allow this to occur; I am careful with both our reputations, as well as those of our colleagues and our families. But things are moving along between us so it might be time to steel ourselves to being the target of rumour and speculation for a bit. (Yes, he is really a “suitor”! Really! No, not as if we’ll run off to the cathedral or anything quite yet, nor am I ready to be a wife and mother, but a suitor! Life does move fast—Micah told me than once. Dammit, he was right. Hate it when he’s right, but in this case I can forgive him.)
Now to a serious matter.
Lately I find my thoughts turning to my most recent conversation with Demisette Cloyce. She told me quite frankly that I am outgrowing what I can learn from her and her circle. Not that she can’t teach me, but that as my preferred methods of summoning are based in pure willpower, and hers and her associates are more of the gory low magick variety (my choice of words), then perhaps it is time to look for a mentor who can help me grow further. I don’t know where I can find someone like that, and Demisette is going to make some inquiries on my behalf. She said that I need to prepare to go it alone, at least for a while, and to continue as I’ve been doing with the exercises in willpower and concentration, and to keep logging my experiments/actions in summoning and all results diligently. I do this, have always done this, but find myself feeling… lost? No. Not lost. A bit “at sea”, perhaps. I’ve reached a barrier. I feel I need to strive for more. I want to do more, know more, achieve more. It’s that ambition in me, but something else too. A lust of sorts.
Okay, enough letting your hair down, Mags. You have an entire book to read on the actions of the Kaldorei druids leading up to the Great Sundering, and many notes to take.
Maggie’s journal, Stormwind City, 623 KC early autumn
Well. That was an odd evening.
It started off well enough; darling Dean Crowelley and mischievous Professor Stratford, the gorgeously transformed Lady Zeviah and our brave Sir Jecht inducted our newest professor, Winnie Cooper, a wise teacher and scholar of astronomy. (I was late as I had to feed Poet and had promised Pop that I’d run to enquire on the status of his new tools at the smithy.) Anyway, I am so excited to attend Professor Cooper’s upcoming lectures as there is nothing that makes me feel more wonder and hope than looking to the skies. It makes me marvel that so much is understood beyond this tiny bit of Azeroth I’ve known so well. How can one look at the stars and not feel both tiny and insignificant, as well as connected and part of something greater? I can’t imagine that others don’t feel this way. If not, then why do we fight the good fight? What is life about?
After getting to meet Winnie (and being needled by Professor Stratford about Brewfest hangovers) I went off to meet with Demisette Cloyce at the Lamb. I arrived; spoke with her a bit, but as usual her attention was divided—so many new ‘locks coming in to get her advice, etc. I removed myself to the side of the room and started browsing through “Legacy of the Masters”, Part 1. I was a bit lost in it when suddenly I felt… a manifestation.
A man came in. A very frightening and powerful man. I felt his presence clearly, even before I saw him. A heavy fel aura, a confidence and arrogance that no normal man could possibly possess. Slowly I turned and saw that he was moving towards me. He wanted the book, Legacy of Masters. Of course I gave it to him; I was dumbstruck at his, what is the word? His aura? The power radiating off him? We spoke a bit and I tried to be polite, but he was quite rude to me. Quite personal. Quite forward. He was… oh my, he was so focused and direct and said things that made me feel so uncertain and self-conscious. He was so… well, familiar. No one has ever said to me quite what he said. I was torn by fear and excitement and loathing and wonder. It was really strange. It was as if he was playing with me, as if I were nothing but a mouse in the paws of a very menacing yet sensual black cat with eyes as green as the lands of Feralas. Green eyes and green fire in the depths of those eyes.
He asked questions, questions that now have me quite perplexed. And he knew things, things no one else could possibly guess about me. He seemed interested yet disdainful in finding out that I am a professor at Stormwind University. I accidentally let slip that we were waiting to evaluate a proposal to teach fel magick and all sorts of ‘lockish topics. (The bastard taunted and teased me and literally backed me into a table; dammit Mags, how could you lose your composure that way?) He laughed at us! I tried so very hard to be polite, aloof, let my manners be my shield… and I failed. I got angry, defensive and frightened when he backed me up against that table, took liberties to touch my face and make the sort of innuendos for which I’d have kicked an ordinary man. He was so overtly familiar with me, as if I were some tavern wench that he could use and toss aside.
It all ended badly. He said (threatened?) he’d see me again, somewhere, sometime. With his arrogance and the titbit I let slip, I fear he will show up at the university and make no end of troubles. Worse yet, in spite of his haughtiness and condescension, he seemed drawn to me. It’s all very confusing.
Oh Mags, what have you done?
I am truly disgusted with myself. I hate losing my self-control like that. Sure, he’s more learned than you, but how could you let him back you into a corner that way? What idiocy prevented you from switching from little Miss Stormwind to giving him the treatment you’d have given any of the Lamb scum?
Dammit. I need sleep. Things will be much clearer on the morrow.
Addendum, late night
Woke from what started as an exhilarating dream of my darling warrior. It was so sweet and lovely; I was in his arms, being held tightly, firm against his broad chest. I looked into his eyes of the sky, so blue and perfect. I blinked, and suddenly cold green eyes looked back into mine, eyes of green flame, no longer those of my darling.
I’m going to make a cup of tea, and try to sleep again, if I can. I feel so disquieted. I wish… but no, my darling warrior needs his sleep.
Maggie’s journal, Ironforge, early autumn (Brewfest!) 623KC
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie… where is your head? You know you love the Dwarven people, how could you not? They’re kind (albeit a bit gruff), fascinated by history, archaeology, technologies, and the like—true scholars. They are down to earth and good fun. But seriously, Mags—you can no longer allow Historian Karnik & all your chums to get you drunk!
Fell off a bloody ram last night. Yes, right off that ram, arse over head, made a fool of myself. (I am allowing myself one heart-felt blush over this. Only one.) I’d been enjoying myself at Tiki Tuesday with my colleagues, chatting, talking work, having a laugh… then Karnik slipped in to ask me for a favour. Of course, I was happy to help as I thought it would be something related to our shared love of history. Um, no. More brew was required and as I was sober at the time, he asked me to get some and ride it over to the Brewfest celebrations via ram-back. But first he laughed and said something about “tradition”, and gave me what he assured me was a light ale. He lied, that sneaky bastard! And I honestly have no head for alcohol. I can handle some, but this must have been an extra special brew. Oh, my aching head!
Wasn’t hurt in the fall, and thankfully my co-workers did not see. (If Dean Crowelley had seen me she’d have been both disappointed and amused—she’s a cheeky wench, that one, but I don’t think she’d take kindly to me making the university look bad. Professors ought not over-indulge and ride rams! Or at the very least, not fall off rams.) I came to in Karnik’s house, his wife attending me, a healer just leaving. I was told I’d be fine but I needed some rest. I did, and got a good rest and an even better breakfast.
So bloody embarrassed.
Anyway. I am taking over Professor Briade’s classes for her whilst she is out on a trip. She left course notes in my mailbox and I am reading those after I finish this entry. I will do her proud, and try not to confuse her students. I’m also looking forward to it, as she has a good way of explaining time & dating events that is easy to grasp, but sublime in form. Must use her methods when I begin taking on classes of my own.
Oh yes, must speak with Professor Zeviah—I agreed to summon a succubus for her students to see in battle with her felguard. She knows I don’t often summon publically, but I am always pleased to help a fellow professor, and hey! anything for education. So note to self: check with dear Zevi about date, time and location.
My darling is away with his duties and I miss him dreadfully. Can’t wait for his return!
No more odd dreams (that fall probably knocked some sense back into my thick skull) but I am still haunted by the memory of those fel-green eyes, the arrogance of that man. I get very uneasy every time I think of that night, and I have a feeling—no evidence, just a feeling—that he is nearby. I do not like this at all. I’m probably just being paranoid. No more Brewfest for you, that’s for sure! (And avoid the Lamb for a while, too! Aside from that self-proclaimed “Fel Prince”, the newest clientele is even more vile than the usual lot.)
Alright, enough silliness. Time to read Valerie’s notes and get up to speed on her upcoming topics. I intend to do well by her, and dearly hope her students don’t think me too empty-headed or unprofessional. (That means no blushing, Mags, even if you make a mistake!)
((I am absolutely loving these journal entries, Maggie! :D It's truly commendable how well you've been doing as bringing Mhorighan to life ICly through these posts!
I think that these types of written RPs are fantastic for the purposes of filling in the "dead space" of RP, where clearly others wouldn't necessarily be party to these situations, but yet it keeps us all keenly informed of what's transpiring in Maggie's daily life! Not only are you helping to bring Maggie to life, but also those whom you include in your posts as well!
And what about this dark, mysterious "Fel-Prince" huh?! Such intrigue! ;) I'm deeply curious to see how THAT situation is going to pan out! ))
((Sweet Amara! Thank you for being so supportive of my little creative foray. I'll admit, I have been quite inspired by your writings; you have a wonderful way with words, very evocative and different each time. Hope someday to be as good as you! But if not, I'll always enjoy reading your stories, character studies and other posts on this forum. Consider me a fan. :)
And yeah, that "Fel Prince"... That arrogant, frighting man. ;) All I can answer with is this video. Puzzle that out! ;)
See you in game! *hugsies*))