Well, I guess it's time to start another journal. What to talk about......? Oh, I've had to dust off a few of my old manuals. I'm honestly debating on whether to give them to Roanne, or write her a copy. It's been years since I've focused on -just- the shortsword. But, if it helps her become a better fighter I know it's worth it all.
Speaking of which, there's no good place in Stormwind to find a wooden training sword. They're all blunted metal, and I don't think the garrison really had any. I guess I'd have to talk to Venmenn about requisitioning one. There's gotta be some kind of irony in that.
I guess that's i- Wait! I've got to start thinking about how I'm going to go over my patrol this coming week. It's the first real chance I've had to lead in the Regiment, and I don't want anyone to be disappointed. I haven't had this much to do, since....Pandaria? Yeah, but that was a lot different. Here, there's a different feeling to it. It's like I'm more motivated than I was before. It's weird. Well, I guess I should turn in for the night. More tomorrow I hope.
#12799121 Oct 21, 2016 at 04:22 PM · Edited 6 years ago
Ha! I finally found this thing. When you have a lot of books lying around, it's easy for one of them to get lost. So what did I do today? Oh, I know! I was finally able to get those swords for the training. You'd think, that they'd have a few ready to go. Still, they were only a bit expensive. With these tools, I shall make Ms. Venmenn the greatest auxiliary fighter we have!
In other news, Alrea is giving me hell for giving away my mother's armor. I find it weird, that she is so up in arms about this. I offered it to her as a gift, but she rebuffed it. Where does she get off yelling at me about this? I think I now know what people said when they talked about how bad teenagers can get. Whatever, I don't regret my choice.
#12816984 Oct 30, 2016 at 12:23 AM · Edited 6 years ago
Haven't written in this thing for a while. Dunno, why I've avoided it for so long. Whatever, time to write some stuff down!
So what have I done these past few days? Oh! I lent my aid to a patrol. That was a lot of fun, but also a lot of work. It was kinda weird. We found a bunch of murlocs near the lake. Shocking right? Well, it turns out that they were fel corrupted. Yay! Their chieftain was worse than the rest, almost all green and evil. We ended up finding out he had a crystal stuck into him, making it even worse. I sense that this won't go way.
On a different note, we got to spend time with kids at the orphanage. I was given charge of a young girl named Matilda. Going into this I didn't really think much about it. I was all "Oh whatever, it's just some stupid kid." But after spending time with her, as well as the other kids it made me feel.....oddly. Having to be a parent for a day, made me feel happy. It also made me miss the days when my own child was so young and filled with joy. Almost makes me -want- another child. Almost....
On another note. Why is there so much love in the regiment? It's nauseating.
A lot has happened this week! I am now officially a Fusilier of the Bridgeport! I know right? It's an incredible feeling and experience. I've been exposed to whole new ways of waging war that I couldn't have even of imagined fifty years ago. I'm going to get to work on becoming a Siegesmith. For years, I've only known how to use the tactics I'm used too. Now, I'm learning about how cannon and other forms of explosives can be used to break enemy fortifications.
I've also been tasked with organizing another patrol, this time in Westridge itself! Seems there's been a few issues with a group of militia. Since the Legion has been striking all over, everyone's on edge. We should host some kind of tavern get together, or a feast or something. Gotta keep the soldier spirits up.
So......stuff and things have happened. We fought a great battle this past Friday. Lots of explosions and death. The kind of stuff I love, but seems there was a cost. Auromere was injured greatly, not that it matters. Soldiers are injured and die all the time, how's he different? I guess we'll be out a Corporal for a bit. I doubt they'll give his position away, they always give privileges to knights and the like. I guess it makes no difference. So long as we have Sebale, the Stonewalls, and the Laldere's we won't lack any form of leadership.
Istvan did his medical examination. The man says he's worried about my drinking. What, is it too much to have a little wine every night? And so what if I get drunk every once and a while? It's my house, I can do whatever I feel like in it. This has just been a very eventful weekend. I think I'm glad it's gonna be over soon. For once I can say, I'm looking forward to Monday.
#12836722 Nov 07, 2016 at 09:42 AM · Edited 6 years ago
I was asked the strangest thing last night. "Why do I fight?" Isn't it obvious? There are those that claim they do it for money, which I feel is an understandable reason. Others say they were forced, which I don't really believe. Knights will always claim for "Duty, Honor, and Glory." I don't think I've heard anything I believe less. No one fights for glory, honor, or even duty. They do it for the killing, -always- the killing. And why's that bad? It has never proved an issue for me before. The way Auromere looked at me, like I was insane. Am I truly the insane one? Here's the man that got himself burned all over for some personal vendetta. This man has no right to judge me. Just because I enjoy the act of killing. The art of it really, that's what I think I enjoy most. The feeling I get when I choke the life out of some hapless fool, the warmth of their blood as it leaks from their corpse. Any man who would deny the feeling of adrenaline, the feeling of giddiness before a battle, are either liars or no true men. To quote an old friend, "Killing is the sweetest thing there is." I've never heard more truth in my life. Though wine is a close second.
It must be a sign, of the changing times. The army has nothing on the Company, if it did, the Horde would've been dealt with a long while ago. Instead, this reliance on "noble" men feels like this will be the armies undoing. I will say it now, this military, this -Kingdom- needs to go through some changes. Though with an army of demons on our door, that time is not now. Perhaps sometime in the future, a more effective leadership may come about. I've seen enough "nobles" in my life, to know that they will eventually be taken from their position.
I've begun a book for the Fusiliers. Most books I've written, are like this very journal. Seems they need aid with teaching siege tactics. I find it odd, that it hasn't been done before. Still, this was the task allotted to me, I will go through with it. It'll be fun, I can compile some of my old journals. Light knows I've participated in more sieges than anyone in the regiment. Looking at that sentence, am I that smug all the time?
In other news, that Henderson. He's.....he's something different. A really nice man, very down to earth it seems. I look forward to talking with him in the future.
(To any who read this, it's all IC trust me. Don't want anyone thinking I'm a pyscho
Again, Auromere questions me. This time, he asked about my treatise on siege warfare. I talked about everything he asked, what my role was, how effective I was, and when my last -true- siege was. These soldiers in the Regiment don't seem to know what a true siege is like. That assault we endured in Stormheim, was not a siege They did not need to stockpile food and munitions, they did not have to send the citizens to the wild so that there weren't too many mouths to feed. Though something tells me, that our Lord-Marshal has been through more than the average human, and even our Baron Laldere. He seems too rough a man to have not had his own hardships.
Elsewhere, I'm longing for a proper battle again. Last thing we did, was helping all those poor civilians in Westridge. They begged and clamored for food and other items we had brought. It was weird aiding those whose town had just burned, rather then burn it myself. Still, felt kinda......nice to help those in town. Even if they were huge racists. We had a new ranger there, Rolf he said his name was. Normally, Cait is our resident ranger, yet she took that day off. Then yesterday, she was rather voracious when Henderson brought us food. I get it, gumbo is awesome, but the way she ate was......familiar. I'm going to be keeping an eye on her....
Finally, we've been playing with the idea of a longer barrel on a standard musket. The idea, is to rifle it, and use it in the way rangers use their bows. We're not trying, to phase out the rangers (as if anyone would agree with that) but simply improve what we already have. We do have snipers, but this is for standard line infantry. I dunno, we'll see where things go. Well, time to head to bed, I hear it calling. It's not the only thing I'll hear in bed.
I now regret not looking at powder and shot before. I mean I've looked, but not embraced. Each day I train, firing with the others and I just feel great. My aim is getting better, I know this will come in handy. With the Legion, we're trying to recruit more for the army. Had some join up, which I'm glad to hear. All need to fight and die if need be to keep these devils off our lands. Then, it'll be the Horde. Maybe even our own Alliance, should it fail. You never know, you never know.
Alrea is getting very......difficult. I know teens are supposed to be hard to control, but seriously. I've never beaten my child. but Light help me I think I might. Found her way to the black powder, nearly burnt her damn arm off! That insolent little brat! But a few more weeks, then she can join the army, and be out of my hair!
*Some wine stains the page*
What am I saying? I love the poor girl, just.....I wish she wouldn't run me ragged sometimes. Now, back to my other book.
#12847228 Nov 11, 2016 at 09:21 AM · Edited 6 years ago
What a hell of a night, hell of a day really. First I nearly get my head blown off, then I head out on an investigation. We're nearly blown up, crushed, and then we find what we were looking for. Then we find those militia who were attacked by the Legion. For all the evilness, they know how to send a message. The whole plucking eyes out, and tongue removing made everyone else stop in the tracks. It was hilarious!
I wish I could have a painting of George's face, just to marvel at how scared he was. Oh, good times, good times. From what I hear, that man whose hearing was taken away, -may- be able to hear again. Not sure if that'll make him continue service, we'll see. The other two well......for their sake, they'd better have people to support them.
The Legion's been continuing to press lines. Lines? Is there even a battlefront set up? Every time we deal with them, they pop up somewhere else. How can we fight an opponent like that? We need to somehow negate their advantage in this case. Establish a solid battle line. Oh what's the use in writing it down, it'll never happen. Not with an enemy this advanced.
Alrea's been.....tolerable. She hasn't gone out of her way to annoy me in a day, so there's that. I wonder if she's planning anything. Whatever, I think it's best to just let her be herself. She keeps bringing that damned friend home. Maybe her next ploy has to do with her friend. I'm keeping my eye out. Now, to head to bed. It's especially soft tonight...
Nothing really happened today. I continued to write my book and continued to train with my rifle. I gotta say, I really love this thing. I regret not going to the fusiliers sooner. It's even better, cause they've piled on these responsibilities that I didn't know I wanted. I've been looking at the weapons that we have, writing information down, I mean it's......oddly satisfying. I guess for all his noble blood, the Lord-Marshal isn't that bad.
Other than that, not much else to say. Guess I'll just go write some more, or have a few drinks before bed. Gonna be a lonely night.
By the Light, oh what a night. First a tournament, then meeting that fantastic woman. Oh, where to start...
The tournament was very......small. I mean I dunno what I was expecting, but for what it was, it was nice. I tried my hand at jousting. I kept saying I didn't want too, but they all but forced me. Of, course I lost in the first tilt. Luckily, we had no braggers or poor sports. Else, I probably would've killed someone.
Next we had the duel, and what was anyone expecting? I've never fought a damn demon hunter. Able to fly around, teleport like they're some kind of mage. I held my own longer than I should have, but I lost. Markus got a bit further but didn't win either. So there's no real reason to be upset. I still don't know who won, though.
Finally, gotta talk about the Vindicator. I met this shy and quiet woman last night. Never said much, just nodded along to my drunken ramblings. Didn't seem to mind them at all actually. Ended up back home, and I'd say we're both a bit closer now. I look forward to seeing where this new friendship goes. I don't know how the regiment will respond to her. Not exactly like I care, though. It's my life, not their's.
November 13th A much different night than the last it seems. Worked on more gun stuff, talked more with my daughter. I need to talk to the Lord-Marshal, finalize that move with him. Figure I need a rather large house in Bridgeport, but I'll make do with what he can give me. Never understood this way of thinking. If I have enough money, why can't this little patch of land be -mine-? Then again, maybe it's to keep one crazy person from owning everything. I dunno, just never really liked the system.
Work continues on the book, I'm surprised how much I've done in only a few weeks. I may have this thing finished by the end of the month. Imagine that, Averelie Talbot, writer. My word, I'd of proven my step-dad wrong on every account. It'll be a Winter Veil miracle! Maybe.
I sometimes don't get the people I serve with. They're all nice and good at their jobs, but they just...confuse me sometimes. There's some weird thing going on with our dear Corporal Caiterina. I guess something has, or will happen soon to her. She's not accompanied us on anything in the past few weeks. Though we haven't been lacking for a resident ranger. I tried pushing last night to find out what it was. Auromere wasn't telling, and the Doctor was compelled to remain silent. Every time I was close, something took us away from it. Whatever, I should have more important things to worry about then some young soldier. Especially one I'm...I don't think friends is the word. If we were, I imagine I'd know whatever it is. By the Light, what has this regiment done to me?
Getting away from that -odd- note, this book is progressing along well. I imagine within a week I shall have something of note to present to the Fusiliers. Then, I'll get to work on how to properly -properly- load and fire a rifle. Not exactly in formation, just in general. From there, I can work on firing in a formation. After that, maybe more work with artillery. Who knows where I could go from here? I'm also starting to look into the field of engineering. If I'm going to do my job, I want to do it as best I can.
#12859244 Nov 16, 2016 at 09:16 AM · Edited 6 years ago
I had an odd dream last night. Well more like scary, but still. I was walking in an open field, and I came across another woman. When I got closer, I realized it was me. But not the one eyed rifleman I am now, this was the emotionally distraught cavalryman who burned a thousand villages to the ground. She even had my saber, which I've not taken out in years. She was covered in blood, suffering from a few wounds.Still, she looked at me like I was someone else, like a stranger.
Then as if out of nowhere, these creatures descended upon her. They were all shadows, none at first having any clear distinguishing marks. They began to attack her, whilst I was helpless to stop. One by one, each one started to show features. There was the one with the red head, the burnt one, and oddly enough, one with a what almost looked like medical tools.
Black these "beasts" descended from shadows, murdering this poor younger version of me. I watched on and on, until finally they all turned to me. I felt I was next, but instead I woke up. I found myself drenched in sweat, and my daughter at my side. She thought I was being assaulted or murdered. I had to find my wine, else I'd of never gotten a hold of my nerves. Now, I simply think of what that meant. Maybe Mother Laldere or Istvan would know what this meant... Who knows? I think I'll continue to write my book and forget about all this.
#12867828 Nov 19, 2016 at 10:57 PM · Edited 6 years ago
In more positive news, I've finished something! I did a small paper, outlining the use of grenades for the Fusiliers. I think it'll help all the recruits we have. Of course, I may need to revise it a bit. Still needs to get passed by a few of the higher ups. Still. feels nice to have one thing under my belt. Gotta keeps up the work on the Siege Treatise. That might be my magnum opus as it were.
Well, time for another boring meeting, with boring people. And to make it worse, nobles.
*Wine stains the page, yet is seems somehow......fancier. Like someone must be celebrating!*
Oh by the Light, what a great night. My seminar went off without a hitch! Everyone learned something and they all had fun. I've got to start planning for my next event. Maybe something cannons, and such. I had a -really- good turn out. Like seriously, everyone was there and everyone responded to what I said.
I have to say, I think I misjudged Cait. Even before the event, she was reassuring me and just being a good friend. Her and Markus both were very nice and just kept me calm. I should have them over one day, we can talk and drin- Well. Markus and I can drink. Cait could sit there and bounce off the walls. Whatever may happen, I must thank them both for being so reassuring. Maybe a cookie.
*The handwriting is almost violent and somewhat difficult to read*
I.......fuck me. So I am now suspended from the fusiliers, pending a hearing. Seems using fake grenades for a fun little game is wrong. Now granted I should not have thrown a shaving cream bomb at Mother Muriah, but I mean- A FAKE grenade is a misuse of my resources. Made up of magic and gag items, is A MISUSE OF MY FUCKING RESOURCES. I mean do they honestly think, that I would be stupid enough to use REAL GUNPOWDER? We live in a world of magic. I think they'd of known that.
Now I am a common foot soldier till a choice is made. I will fight this, I WILL make them see. Who the hell even lets a pregnant officer stay around for so long? Shouldn't they be waiting on her hand and foot like she's a fucking queen? No, they will not stop the work I've put in, they can not stop what work I've put in.
Well, it's been a few days, and I think I've just now calmed down from everything. Seems rather silly that something this.....I dunno, just -this- has bothered me so much. 'Twas nothing more than some poor judgment. I'll go to this hearing thing, and all will be fine. Obviously, they'll be some kind of punishment, but It's not like I'm getting jail time or anything. By the light, how I annoyed my daughter so with this. Wasn't her fault, nor could she have helped me. Still, I talked her ear off and then some. Constantly bothering and irritation. She's a trooper, though, and as long as I back off her for a little while, thing's will be fine.
Onto more important things, my treatise. Regardless of all this, I've worked too long to allow such a thing to go to waste. I'm excited to show it off one day, something I've achieved without a weapon. Whatever else happens, today would have been a good day.
I had the funniest conversation with the Cait and Jeremaias, as well Private Istvan. Seems like none of them have traveled anywhere. I still know nothing about any of them. Still, they asked about Booty Bay when I brought it up. I mentioned all the reasons why I love it, and they all stopped when I mentioned "You can find its namesake in abundance." I had to keep myself from laughing, they must've all grown up cloistered. Maybe for the holiday's, we can all take a trip down. Nah, I don't think that's something anyone would really go for. Plus, I don't trust my daughter down there.
That was only days ago. I really haven't felt the urge to write as much as I did. Maybe I'll get the urge again soon. Maybe when we see more action, I'll want to write more. Only time will tell.
A suspension, and a whipping. Honestly, I'm not -that- surprised. Well no, that's not true. I was expecting more than fifteen lashings. Still it is my punishment. I was in so much denial at first, angry that I was even in trouble. Seems I've seen the Light in a way. Not really though, I don't care much for any of that. Well....guess I should get ready for some lashes. I wonder how many times the Lord-Marshal has done this before. Wonder if he'll even be any good at it.
And Alrea just woke up, so now I've got to deal with that.....
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