[IC Backdated Journal - Ezidran] Heritage Part I
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[IC Journal - Ezidran] Backdated Written Journal Entry - "Heritage"
Zain's right. This poison dart idea is kind of shitty.
A week ago, the Ebon Blade dread commanders heard about our mission to infiltrate the Scarlet Onslaught camps and decided to issue a special bounty hunt request for us to bring back two Scarlet Onslaught members alive for interrogation. They would be paying us all 500 gold each for our efforts. Then I had this brilliant idea of using my paralysis cocktail for the Scarlet Onslaught mission in a form of a shooting dart so we don't have to inject the poison into them in close promixity and get the job done well.
I tried out the poison dart on a human Cult of the Damned member, he begin screaming in agony instead of falling over paralyzed.
I ended up killing him to silence him and eating him up after. Can't waste food. I swear I applied the right dosages and this isn't working.
The fucking brat's right though - The winds of the blizzard will hinder the dart's shooting directions and pressure applied on the victim, the freezing temperature of Icecrown will change the properties of the poison and inject very little of the intended dosage.
I guess we have to fight those guys upfront. I am not very fond of bringing back a Scarlet with a head concussion for interrogation. Maybe Harper and Dynast will have better ideas. Also invited Joveen to come aid us, that boy's good with axes. Probably we can just decapitate everything. It's going to be one hell of a feast next week. I am thrilled to my very bones.
And of course my excitement had to be dampered by Zaifar's news. He told me Churchil's novel wasn't a novel at all.
I was curious. I wanted to know why he had lied to me about it even though Zaifar persuaded me not to. Does he think I am going to let him off like that? Ain't going to happen, buddy. I tell you - Persistance's deeply ingrained into my personality, man.
Especially not after being told that I could read the first chapter of it! Hell, I wasn't going to let him off the hook.
Until the Pirate's Day. Fuck. I felt like a piece of shit when I learned it was actually his wife's novel.
He sounded so sad. Should I've not confronted him about it?
He said he'll explain next time. Dynast's right - He'll tell me when he wants to, I shouldn't force him to tell me. I'll wait, I guess.
Reminds me, Pirate's Day was great! We had a triple-date of a sort and let me tell you - IT IS FUCKING GREAT. I am being redundant, I know but I can't express how I was so happy about it. No, no, we did not triple date with Churchil. We both took Zain out on a beach date! We ended up sleeping next to each other on the beach right under the cool, night sky. Ah, yes, my kind of date. It's ingenuous on Dynast's part. He has a new toy too which I am not sure if we can play with it anytime soon.
Hope Zain enjoyed the date. He's been sluggish and less energetic since Pirate's Day. Must be all the alcohol. I need to remember he's still a living man and I am not. I still have to work on the tattoo of my Blood Rune and Dynast's Shadowfrost rune, Zaifar said my drawings still look juvenile and not defined enough and needs to be bolder and sharper, I think that's just his nice way of saying: 'Ezidran, you still suck at art.'
I have been thinking a lot on Churchil's, Harper's and Dynast's words to me. And how they have affected me so much.
I remember the hint of sadness in all their voices, something I've so easily caught on these days than I was alive. When I was alive, I was apathetic to that.
Churchil and his wife. I wonder where is his wife's grave now.
Harper and his respectable comrade, Alpharius Grandshade. She sounded a little forlorn when she mentioned his name and how she learned that he has become one of the Scourge. This might be so unlike of me but I encouraged her to seek out for Grandshade and end his misery as a death knight. Normally, I would tell people to try to liberate death knights and potential Forsaken from Scourge so they can live a second 'life' to exact their vengeance. Perhaps this time was different, the man's only honor is to die in the battlefield, not live as an undead.
Being a death knight is a curse. At times, I think of it as it is.
But when I look at Dynast, it's not anymore. It's a blessing. He related to me on how he intended to destroy his form articulately before he met me and how he was going to give up walking on. He told me how good things tend to emerge from bad incidents. Just like how he forgot about destroying himself after we fell in love together. I like that.
It's just different for Alpharius Grandshade and Harper. They are a wholly different people from Dynast and I. They have nothing else to cling on to but honor and passionate for Light. It's glorified in a strange way but it's also quite sad. I don't believe in clinging to certain values for your entire life, instead of walking and expanding into many paths of life.
When I thought about it, my parents kept reminding me of it back in the day. I almost forgot about it until something hits hard on my head to make me think about those words.
My parents were inspiring people, really. Without them, I would probably have turned into some wayward psychotic man. Their upbringing and the love that they gave to me influenced me so much in my younger days. Speaking of which, I am quite proud of my heritage. I remember how Mother and Father would tell me our ancestors were once Druids of the Talon, hence our family name: Ravenloth.
Eventually our kaldorei ancestors had broken off to be part of the Highborne and served Queen Azshara for ages, then left to join the Quel'dorei expedition to Eastern Kingdoms to build Quel'thalas. Father also spoke how some of our family members might be part of the Shen'dralar too. It's kind of amazing. Would grandfather and grandmother be in Eldre'Thalas right now?
I wonder how Father and Mother ever put up with me. I was such a rebellious kid. Though forest trolls often attacked our home, we lived a rather blissful life in the woods. Mother loved the game, she was always out hunting and foraging for food and taught me survival skills, hunting my own meat, butchering and tricks of the trade in 'Curare-brewery'. She owned a nice leather tanning and butchery stall in the market. She was one hell of a woman and a force to be reckoned with.
Father was more scholarly, he was a spellweaver; he enjoyed reading, scribing new spells and writing and illustrating books on herbalism. He was also very talented in finding cures and immensely knowledgeable in poisons and creating antidotes for each one, always going by the words: "One poison is always an antidote to another poison." I guess I picked that up from him.
They were loving parents, still. Never complaining how life was hard for them. We spend a lot of them together, just three of us, we were so deeply connected. They tried to give me the best education and sent me to a well-known sorcery academy. Turns out I was a total fluke and had negative one hundred talent in magic. Hardly got along with other children, save for one or two best friends whom I still fondly remember up to this day.
After my troubled childhood days, my refusal to acknowledge authority, lack of understanding in academics and magic and often picking fight with other schoolmates, my teachers in school often tried to find a reason to boot me out of school. They threw homework after homework, instead of truly teaching children what they should learn. Hey, self-reliant is good and all but what the fuck am I suppose to learn when I am aimless and don't know shit I'm doing? That's all they care about I guess - Getting paid and bail.
Mother and Father spat on that too. Eventually they pulled me out of official education institutes and home-schooled me. I felt more at ease and actually learned something with my parents that would benefit me in life later on. What I had learned from them was real life utility.
Mother was an excellent huntress and a combatant. She had me master handling swords, daggers and close-range combat. As well as using subtlety to my advantage. Strangely, she never had me mastering archery. I'm sure she had her reasons for not teaching me the bow. Nevertheless, with her training, I never went hungry. My first kill was a lynx, butchered for our dinner. I remember the joy that swelled in my chest when I had the animal cut open, organs exposed right before my eyes; ready to remove the orifices, cut the meat for food, clean the bones, skin the animal for leather-crafting and keep the furs for rugs. It's like a kid's proudest moment ever.
Father taught the basic academics and general knowledge stuff, like sciences, literature, maths, languages, domestic thingsknowhow. I feel bad that sometimes I do give him a hard time but he was always been patient with me. Two of the most prominent things he taught me was toxicology and illustration. Father was incredible at drawing still life and illustrating herbs for his scrapbook of herblism so he could remember how each different herbs look like and make notes on their properties. He never pursued his artistic talents beyond, sadly. He was intending to publish his book on herblism and poisons, it was a thick sketchbook-encylcopedia of herbs and various poisonous plants. I wish I still had it, perhaps I should make a copy of my own.
He taught me a lot of knowledge in toxicology and how poisons are not always for harm and killing. I won't deny that sometimes I do get the sadistic thrill of learning poisons for malicious intent. I know there's so many in my life I want to kill or watch them writhe in agony while venom courses through their veins and burst their blood vessels out of their pores. However, Father showed me certain poisons can be antidotes to another poison, canceling out each other or diluting each other's venomous properties. He also showed me every element can be poison, it's just a matter of their dosages.
I believe Mother learned Curare from him too. What struck me most was how Mother and Father learnt from each other too, not just me. Their love was really strong, really inspiring. They improve themselves and bonded by learning skills from each other. It's amazing. I hope Dynast and I can do so the same too.
Of course, I remember Mother was really dominant in the family. She's like the one wearing the pants in their relationship. It's sort of funny.
Thanks to both of them I became a skilled rogue. Well, when I was alive, that is.
Those were the good times. I missed it so much.
If only I stopped them from going into war, they would've still been alive. If they hadn't died, I would like them to see their grandson and my husband and see how happy I am now.
If only.
I miss them so much.