((This is my official character background and also one of my first pieces of this length in a while. Please let me know if I can improve on anything!))
Entry #1: A Bit of Background
I have finally decided to settle down and pursue a career. Writing a journal ought to help me keep track of my life while I’m out and about. I suppose I should write down some of my history as a first entry.
My name is Lestuu, and I am a Draenei. I was born to Bragam, my father, and to Valumena, my mother. I also have an older sister, Meshesa. My parents fled Argus with Velen and the others. My father was a mage and my mother was a paladin. They started a relationship a few years before they landed on Draenor (Modern Outland). My parents settled down and started a farm; we grew vegetables, raised Talbuk, and had a small fruit orchard. My sisster was born sometime half-way between our arrival and escape. I came along shortly after her. My childhood was fairly uneventful, but happy. My sister eventually went off to become a Vindicator, like my mother, and I wanted to become a priest. I, however, was not in training for long. A particularly unruly Talbuk injured my Father and left him short of breath and with a bad leg. My mother could not manage all of the farm work on her own, so I decided to return home to help. During that time I picked up the blacksmithing trade out of necessity and used my lessons as a healer to aide the small village our farm had become a part of. We lived a peaceful and happy life; we sold our extra food at the market, I ran a small blacksmith’s shop, I even trained a few apprentices.
When the orcs drank the demon’s blood and attacked, my father was only able to keep a portal open long enough for me, my mother, a few neighbors, and himself to go to where Velen was trying to take control of the Exodar. We met my sister there and together we fought against the Blood Elves trying to stop us. The rest is history; the engines were sabotaged and we were sent hurtling through the Nether to crash into the islands north of Darkshore. My parents and sister left to join the fight on the other side of the Dark Portal. I stayed in the Exodar and helped rebuild what we could. I finished my formal preist training during these few years.
Some time had passed and news of Illidan’s and Kael'Thaes’ defeat spread. I received a letter from my sister saying that they were going to stay and help in Shattrath City, but would visit frequently.
Next comes the story of how my life was changed forever. The Lich King was attacking with his army of Scourge and the Argent Dawn was recruiting people to join the fight. Anyone could see the threat that they posed to our world. I went off to Theramore to get my Alliance Trauma certification and then left to be a field medic out in the Eastern Plaguelands. I tended to the wounded for several months until my camp was overrun in the night. Almost everyone there died, including me. My body was taken to Acherus, the floating necropolis a short distance away from Light’s Hope Chapel. I was risen to carry out the Lich King’s will and I did many things that pain me to think about, let alone list. After I and the other Knights sent to die at Light’s hope were freed from control, I spent a good year keeping myself busy mending blades and armour in Acherus. I also did a lot of commission work for a fellow whom I would later regard as one of my best friends during this time. He isn’t around anymore, but we still keep in touch through letters.
About a month before Arthas was dethroned, I finally came to terms with all that had happened. My connection to the Light had been severed and I had lost a lot of what I spent a good portion of my adult life studying and practicing. It was later that day that, in a spark of defiance, I vowed not to let this strip me of the one thing I value most: the ability to help. It sounds a bit cliché, I know, but that is really how I feel. I left for Dalaran to learn as much as I could about how things worked to best use my abilities without the assistance of holy magics. I studied in Dalaran for two years, researching biology and studying anatomy while I served as a physician in the city. I got good practice, too! Every other day it seemed as though someone in Northrend needed something stitched back on or back up.
Up until recently I traveled all around learning about the people, places, plants, and animals of this world. It was a very enlightening experience, particularly my time in Pandaria, which I still frequent as of the date of writing this. Just about a week ago I was recommended to Stormwind University by an acquaintance of mine. So far, things have been great! Someone suffered second degree electrical burns an hour after I joined! I have high hopes for the future, which will be recorded–for the most part–here.
List of things to do:
- Borrow equipment from Jalaar
- Talk with higher-ups to help set-in-stone what I'll be doing
- Finally find that Light-forsaken text book I lost
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Entry #2: Fel Arts Defense Proposal and a Happening in Halfhill
Things have been quite busy recently! The most exciting thing would be that I actually got a job teaching at the Stormwind University. In the first hours there, I went to an old ruin in the Swamp of Sorrows, treated second-degree burns, watched a Felguard carry Mac while he was unconscious, and got to block a door frame! (Why do I keep going back to the burns?)
The other faculty members there have been great to get to know. I regret not meeting more, but time constraints are hard to do away with.
I have very mixed feelings on the subject of teaching the Fel Arts. On one hand, I know of what Fel magic can do; I lost my homeland to it, to say the least. On the other hand, however, I feel that classes on the subject are a prudent investment for the future (Mhorighan has noticed something, too) and I trust in my colleague’s intentions and abilities. I suppose only time will tell for sure. (I’ve been saying that a lot, recently, haven’t I?)
Another event to happen involved some strange occurrences in Halfhill. The water was tainted, the animals were frightened, and a Lorewalker was missing. Jecht, Alandi, and I went off to investigate around the town while a few others and the Dean went to investigate the missing Lorewalker. According to Alandi, a Fel artifact was found in a Virmen warren to the north. The water inside of that cave was exactly the same as the water we found around Halfhill, so we felt that there was a connection. Things took a turn for the worse when we went to investigate the town’s vault. We found the scene of an attack and a dead Pandaren inside. I investigated the wounds on her and found imp blood on her paws, Felfire burns, and the mark of a curse. I feel bad for Alandi; we all have been so desensitized to death that we forget about those that aren’t. I want to do something for her, but I will not push the issue, as much as I want to help. (She even turned down a gift. The weekly faculty gathering is tonight, perhaps I’ll bring cake or something. Everyone loves baked goods of some form or another. I could bring Jalaar’s machine that she took interest in, too.)
On a happier note, I finally have posted my Anatomy class! I hope there is appeal in having a Death Knight teach you what’s inside stuff. I already have a few people taking interest. (I wonder if Amara would mind if I raised a few cadavers from time-to-time?)
List of things to do:
- Get some new thread
- Write to an old friend
- Get some items enchanted
((I decided to try this again, just in a different format. Monologue and dialogue, I feel, allows me to get more emotion into writing.))
On top of a leather-bound book, there is a small device amidst the scattered papers and displaced folders of Lestuu’s office. It seems to have a knob and several button on it: two separate arrow buttons, a triangle, one with two lines on it, and one with a circle.
“Audio log, date thirty-one three fifteen. These last days have all blended together. Sometimes I really feel like I need to talk to someone. Someone who will just sit there and nod while I recount my feelings. I’ve tried writing it all out in that journal I’ve hardly touched, but it felt so stiff and lifeless. This strange device I found buried in the back of the engineering lab might turn out to be a good alternative, though. Now I just hope that Mac or the other professors there don’t miss this or those pairs of calipers.”
There is a brief shuffling of papers and the sound of something metallic being set down on a metal surface.
“Anyway, I really just need to speak to someone or something that will listen. This... This thing that has been stalking around the campus grows more bold with each passing day. Amaranthaea was shot by someone related to all of this, then Mac was beat up, then it almost killed Elvae, and now this poor kid from the Arcane department was beheaded... Ugh, Light. It all just makes me so angry and so sad and so helpless! And I want to cause this thing pain, I want to make it bleed, I want to take my maces and rip into it, and I hate that I feel this way, I hate that I have to feel this way!”
There was a loud thud of keratin on wood, a draenic profanity, and after a pause, a sniffle and the scrape of a stool on tile.
“And on top of all of this, my parents are making me go get a house of my own by the end of the month... I shouldn’t say both of them. It’s more my mother. ‘You need to start doing things on your own, we can’t provide for you forever,’ she said. I mean, I understand where she is coming from. Everyone else has said something similar. ‘It would be good for you to get your own place.’ But the problem is that I don’t want to have to leave this home. I love seeing my parents each day, I love Shattrath city, I love being able to see Outlands whenever I want! I love that I can see my old friends here, even the ones separated from me by this stupid race war.”
For one minute, only the sounds of delicate work could be heard.
“I still miss seeing Jalaar. I’ve been missing Malkalah again as of recently, too. What I would give to embrace either one of them once again... Even just to look into their eyes and tell them I loved them...”
There was a gaseous hiss, followed shortly thereafter by the sound of boiling liquid.
“I should really try to stay focused on the positive more. I should never forget what all is happening right now... The open house was a good success, my friends here are still working hard, I need to plan for several weddings now... Note: remember to practice for the more important one coming up. And don’t forget to talk to Valerie. She needs someone to talk to other than Aelna. Still not the most comfortable around sayaad, or any warlock’s demon for that matter... I’m not exactly one to judge, though. End of entry."
The recording cuts off here.