One Empty Night
Not all things bought with a large amount of gold are really ever worth the money spent; instead we buy them because we can, because that extra money is heavy after awhile, or because for one night, something is supposed to be different. Of course, I can not blame her for leaving at such a quick pace after that little Auction, it seemed as though there were more important things at hand, or that you can't get her with something such as money, which is respectable either way. She does, however insist that we get together sometime in the near future, something about making it up to me; curious, I am.
The night wasn't a complete "failure", however. I did manage to run into a friend and we talked for awhile, but not much happened otherwise. I spent much of the rest of the night staring up at the skies over Tirisfal, then eventually returned back to Icecrown. I let my drake take her time, flying as she pleased for a couple hours before finally asking and taking charge and landing down at our little encampment - one relationship that seems to be working out rather decently, and it is something I can enjoy... At least we can talk freely amongst ourselves without anyone knowing what we're saying. Amusing.
We've come to a stopping point with Arthas and his citidel, there is some enchantment that even surpasses my knowledge on the sorts. I tried a simple method of disenchantment and apparently got knocked out after being kicked several yards away and into a snow-covered rock. Which was later proved true after the troupe brought me to the place whch they'd pulled me. A near perfect outline of my body - we laughed, then engaged in a snowball fight - I bet that annoyed Arthas, I could only imagine him opening a secret window in his citidel and yelling "Hey you kids, get off my lawn!"; ah, life as a Human.
Seems we've gotten some new recruits, as well, over thirty new soldiers under my command, one can hardly heft the axe he weilds, thusly named "Lop-sided". Good lad, strong shoulders on him, but a little too over-confident, but I can't call myself surprised about this; he is an Orc afterall. He says he fights for Hellscream, I tell him he fights for Azeroth. Some glower at me when I say that, but they stand silent when I speak; I am their General, they only falsely respect me, few think highly of me, only a number which counted upon my hand are actually friends.
One of the Tauren does not enjoy the fact that I have a Kodo, though even he can not deny that I take great care of her. She's a bit of a runt of her kind, but strong willed and high spirited. I think he might've even admired our closeness after she took an arrow to her left shoulder, I stayed up with her for a few nights, tending the wound, soothing her in the few words in Taurahe that I can speak. We fight as one, feircely and fluidly, yet care for each other tenderly and patiently - very little to be said about most, if not all other Forsaken... Even the Grove-keeper, Remulos, said I would have made a fine Druid, were I born of the right flesh; maybe one day I will transcend past the limitations of what I am and become better.
One thing at a time, though, Arthas is breathing down our necks, and... Well, I'm not sure, really. There are those that still need to be trained, for the glory of the Horde, and for the strength of Azeroth itself. Respect Azeroth, and she will give you the same in return.
For now, however, I think I'll try to contact Ashtaar, and see if we can figure out where to meet for the whole paying me back thing.
The night wasn't a complete "failure", however. I did manage to run into a friend and we talked for awhile, but not much happened otherwise. I spent much of the rest of the night staring up at the skies over Tirisfal, then eventually returned back to Icecrown. I let my drake take her time, flying as she pleased for a couple hours before finally asking and taking charge and landing down at our little encampment - one relationship that seems to be working out rather decently, and it is something I can enjoy... At least we can talk freely amongst ourselves without anyone knowing what we're saying. Amusing.
We've come to a stopping point with Arthas and his citidel, there is some enchantment that even surpasses my knowledge on the sorts. I tried a simple method of disenchantment and apparently got knocked out after being kicked several yards away and into a snow-covered rock. Which was later proved true after the troupe brought me to the place whch they'd pulled me. A near perfect outline of my body - we laughed, then engaged in a snowball fight - I bet that annoyed Arthas, I could only imagine him opening a secret window in his citidel and yelling "Hey you kids, get off my lawn!"; ah, life as a Human.
Seems we've gotten some new recruits, as well, over thirty new soldiers under my command, one can hardly heft the axe he weilds, thusly named "Lop-sided". Good lad, strong shoulders on him, but a little too over-confident, but I can't call myself surprised about this; he is an Orc afterall. He says he fights for Hellscream, I tell him he fights for Azeroth. Some glower at me when I say that, but they stand silent when I speak; I am their General, they only falsely respect me, few think highly of me, only a number which counted upon my hand are actually friends.
One of the Tauren does not enjoy the fact that I have a Kodo, though even he can not deny that I take great care of her. She's a bit of a runt of her kind, but strong willed and high spirited. I think he might've even admired our closeness after she took an arrow to her left shoulder, I stayed up with her for a few nights, tending the wound, soothing her in the few words in Taurahe that I can speak. We fight as one, feircely and fluidly, yet care for each other tenderly and patiently - very little to be said about most, if not all other Forsaken... Even the Grove-keeper, Remulos, said I would have made a fine Druid, were I born of the right flesh; maybe one day I will transcend past the limitations of what I am and become better.
One thing at a time, though, Arthas is breathing down our necks, and... Well, I'm not sure, really. There are those that still need to be trained, for the glory of the Horde, and for the strength of Azeroth itself. Respect Azeroth, and she will give you the same in return.
For now, however, I think I'll try to contact Ashtaar, and see if we can figure out where to meet for the whole paying me back thing.