I finally finished cleaning those teapots for the Corporal. So one is -very- basic and boring, but the other one I forgot about. That was one of the spoils I got from storming the one Alteraci castle. I know I have a journal entry somewhere about it, but might as well fill up a bit of this page anyways. If anyone in the future reads this, PAY YOUR MERCENARIES. The Alteraci thought to deprive five-thousand men of their hard earned money. We were understandably upset, so we decided to take our payment. I got mine in the way of three castle forged swords, and this tea pot. Who is stupid enough to make a gold-plated tea pot? I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did.
I had to clean it up though. After enough drinking, I remembered why it got so dirtied. There was dried blood from the serving girl I killed. I guess she wanted to take what she could and leave. Knowing what happened to the castle, I did her a favor. I probably shouldn't tell the Corporal this, unless she's adamant about knowing. Probably won't want a blood stained tea pot.
New month, new damage to my armor. Damn spiders dented it pretty badly, not gonna lie. Luckily the smiths didn't have a lot of work. Should have my armor by the promotion ceremony. Gotta look nice as I congratulate everyone. I wonder who will be promoted. I think Auromere is a bit of a shoe-in for one. He's a good man, however boring. Speaking of him, he mentioned being a knight again. This man is a bit persistent with what subjects he talks about. That's probably why he's so boring. He mentioned it as being the only way to ride in the regiment. Ride into combat at least. I may talk with him further, but I doubt it'll go anywhere.
Welp Alrea vomited again, so I'll go deal with that....
It seems the fever is all but over. Auromere would have me thank the Light, but I'll settle for medicine. Alrea gave me that annoyed face she always gives me, so I know she's returning to normal. I was considering bringing Auromere or maybe Istvan to the house, only if it got worse. Now she can return to her studies, and I can focus more on my work. Not exactly that I minded taking time away, especially for this reason.
Before that, I met up with the Stonewalls. Markus really doesn't hold back when he talks about.....well....anything. I imagine they both had a -long- talk when they got home. I also got confirmation, that Caiterina is pregnant. I hope they will both be good parents. I imagine Cait will be, but Markus? He seems a hard man at heart. The fact that he actually fell in love surprises me. Still, if he can do it once, he can do it again. I'll keep and open mind on the whole situation.
*Blood stains this page, though you'd be forgiven for thinking it wine*
Another day, another battle.
We engaged worgen within duskwood. Not just any worgen, demonic worgen. As if the world isn't already filled with annoying monsters. One of them knicked my throat pretty well I'd say. It has me bleeding all over this journal. He went in for a bite, I know that much. He had his jaws on the cusp of biting my neck. I could feel his teeth on my skin, but luckily none broke it. Else I imagine I'd of retreated into the woods right now, resigned to my fate. Luckily that Doctor works wonders. I should be capable of fighting tomorrow. Not like I'd have much of a choice.
Two other things came out of last night. The more vain one, was the amount of men on horseback. Now to be honest, they were all knights. Still, it left me feeling....left out. I found myself recalling my past, and how much fun it was to run my enemies down. To thrust a spear, and withdraw my sword when it broke. It pains me that I must be a knight in order to fight on horseback. Such is how things are, I don't think I'll be the one to change it. Though I do have my own comments about their use of cavalry....
Finally, the last part stems from when I was walking upon the town. Now Darkshire had never been the most important part of the Kingdom, but seeing it all burned and abandoned left me feeling.....oddly. I felt a sense of pity for those who were driven from their home, something I -never- felt before. Maybe I could talk to Auromere about this.... He seems to know about...stuff.
Well I fear my wound may have re-opened. I shall go find the Doctor.
I talked with Auromere again today. About the whole "knight" thing. When he asked about why I find killing funny, I just..... I dunno. It was slammed into my brain when I was young. I should kill for money and fun all the time, anytime. That's what the light horsemen said at least. Light knows how I was practically owned by them for a time. It doesn't surprise me that I still think like that. Then again, with enough alcohol anything's fun.
I saw the look in his eyes. The disdain he seemed to hold, mixed with that empathy. He thinks himself my better in more ways than rank. At this point, I'm not sure if he's wrong anymore. For all those years I thought of killing were fun. Were they necessary? I'll leave that to some historian years from now. I dunno, talking to him makes me think too much. I gotta keep looking at this barricade. They trusted me to fix these up, that's exactly what I'll do.
We fought a group of worgen today. Killed them all, but lost the one in control over them. Eh, we did well enough. There was all this magical crap that I didn't understand. Luckily I don't have to. Score one for the footsoldier! I also talked to the Rolf person. He seems nice, good at what he does...There's not much more to say about him. Really there's not much more to say about anything. Today was just such an....eh kind of day.
The regiment went out of town this evening. I'm still here with the barricades. Some supplies came in today, courtesy of Sebale's request no doubt. I'm not a fusilier at the moment, but that doesn't mean I can't use what I learned. We've set up a decent barricade around the town. It would be useless against say the Horde, but a group of wacked out worgen, we'll be fine. These militia are quick to learn. I fear it may have been circumstances that made them this way.
I also fear, I may be coming down with something. I guess spending weeks with a fevered child, isn't a good thing. Who would've thought? I'll talk to Giatros later, maybe he can diagnose me.
Welp, one of the militiamen just dropped some supplies. I guess they do still need someone to supervise.
Curse this sickness. I've been working and stressing a bit too much it seems... I'm barely strong enough to write this entry. Still, don't know if I got this from Alrea. Whatever. I'll keep working on my treatise, if I can stop vomiting that is! Why are diseases a thing? I imagine I'm not the only person to ask this.
I doubt anyone in the regiment is really missing me anyways.
I shouldn't have written this. Sleep is what I need, and sleep is what I shall do.
I've spent so much time sleeping, I don't think I can sleep anymore. I'm so bored, I'm being forced to write! How horrible this sickness is. Well I guess there's not really much to talk about. I've gone through a few of the history books, looking at all the battles I've fought in. Queer things these history books. They don't really tell the -whole- truth of the matter. They say how valiantly the forces of these kingdoms thought. It is only seldom that they mention us mercenaries. Even less so in a positive light.
Reading on the Battle of the Two Fords. I remember it like it was yesterday. We forced a crossing against two regiments of Stromgarde. They'd been put into place to delay us. We'd driven the entire army out of Hillsbrad. Had it not been for the river, we'd of fell on the rest of the army. To say these were regiments is a compliment. They were hobbled together from the remnants of this oversized raiding party.
We made our own crossing at the better defended of the two. Obviously the nobles didn't want to pay the families of their peasants. Not that they would anyways. We sent the linebreakers over first, whilst the skirmishers rained arrows and bolts on the river bank. Those clever bastards had hidden ballistae in the trees. Our linebreakers fought valiantly, but we were forced to rush up our footmen. By the time I got over, it was a full on melee. I rode straight into the enemy general's bodyguard. I took his head, and his sword. We took our ford, with a few dozen dead.
The nobles were not so fortunate. They took near two-hundred casualties, and still did not take the ford. We had the honor of falling upon them from behind. We then proceeded to raid into the Highlands.
Good times, good times. That writing must've taken a bit of time, since now I'm sleepy again. Maybe I'll talk about another battle later....
This fever finally broke. I daresay, my lethargy also broke with it. For too long I have been idle, not contributing, whining, and just being an all around nuisance. I think I've got it good here, but I need to do something that would contribute. I'll ask around, see what could be done. Maybe something for Winter Veil? Yes, this seems the appropriate.
It seems I continually do this. It's a cycle at this point. A wheel of mistakes that I constantly make. People always ask me, what my resolution for the next year be? Well, isn't it obvious? I shan't let this wheel keep spinning. As I've heard a famous woman say, I shall break this wheel.
I've started riding further and further away from home. Not exactly trying to leave my life behind or anything. All I'm doing, is exploring. Finding all these little brooks and groves that I never knew existed before. As I write this, I'm sitting beside one of them. I decided upon bringing a fishing pole into the mix. If I can catch anything worth writing about, it'll have been worth it.
I'm going make my return to the garrison today. Mayhaps I'll finally be given that punishment I should've gotten a while ago. Who knows?
New year, still the same me. I'll leave it to the others to find out whether that's a good or bad thing. Now that the holiday craze has ground down to a halt, I can get back to work on more important things. My sword arm has been getting a bit weak. Luckily, there's to be a training tonight. It'll be a good opportunity to fix that. Unless something takes me away from that. I doubt anything will.
I've also heard of some northerners asking after the Fusiliers. It's slightly confusing me, but at the same time, it seems o- Their reputation precedes them. I'll inquire with the Lord-Marshal as to how and what information we should allow them. I've been hearing a lot of rumors as of late. Not regiment ones, but just others. Things from the Highlands, from Stranglethorn. It's absurd.
Time to get my armor on and go for a run. I think I put a bit of extra weight on this Winter's Veil.
Another day, another event. We held a surprise baby shower for Mother Muriah. It was nice, seeing everyone in one place. Well, most of us. I had a lovely time there. Cait really seems to know what she's doing. Though it doesn't seem as though Markus was informed beforehand. The Doctor has finally reappeared, this time I hope for good. Auromere seemed very out of place, but it was good to see him nonetheless.
No one mentioned, I had two eyes again. I spoke with some people in Stormwind, and they gave me a glass eye. A full one, not just like an iris or whatever. I can't see out of it, but it's not like I need too anymore. I've become accustomed to life with only one eye. Makes my shooting better. I will continue to use it and I wonder if more people will notice.
Oh by the Light, am I really so starved for attention?
Friday the 13th.....yay. Has been a relatively slow and depressing week. Auromere left, and now Alrea is packing her bags. She was accepted at the military academy, and she now leaves for Stormwind within the week. Not the farthest of journey's I know, but it is still difficult. I don't know what I expected from her. Did I expect her to just stay in one place until I died? I'm a terrible fool. I imagine my own mother would have thought this when I left. I doubt she would cry this much. She was always stronger than I. Always.
In trying to get away from this, I spoke more with Cait and Roy. They're both such quirky characters. Cait's talking about how she wants to fight with us again. I don't have the heart to tell her, but even after she has a child, she'll be tending to it all the time. Unless she has servants. She did inform us that they won't have another child for a good while. What with how Markus talks and acts, let us see how long that lasts...
I led a successful patrol. The first line in a long process of recovery it seems. I just....I can't write. Alrea's departure has left a toll on me. I find it hard to wake up, hard to go to bed. I just.....I can't. Maybe it's these accursed wounds I have. That worgen did a number on my neck, and these other wounds are slow to heal. I wonder if this is what all mothers go through at one point. Seeing their children leave and dealing with the pain left over. Those women normally have others either children or a husband to console them, I.....I have myself.
*More tears stain the page, along with what is either blood, or wine*
Well....that's been a few weeks. I'm so glad I was placed on leave, but now I'm rather complacent. I'll place my newly fixed armor back on, and return to the garrison. Though I think I need a day to detox as it were. They won't like be showing up barely able to stand. I had the sword reworked, so it's lighter now, and the shield has been reinforced. I think I'm ready to get back into the "swing" of things.
Another day, another campaign. Suramar is a very strange and strangely beautiful place. We were attacked last night with fairly little warning. I find it interesting. We send scouts ahead, yet we are still ambushed. The elves ran, leaving me with two recruits. Finally got to give an order as well. That isn't the highlight of the evening though. I finally got my rifle back. MUSTKET! Not a rifle, musket. Still, the Bridgeport Battalion moved into position today. We'll finally show both friend and foe what we can do!
Another day, another assault. We layed "siege" to a former Moon Guard fortress. Not much of a siege really, we just broke the gate down and cleared the fort. It was more of a storming than anything. Still, can't argue that it was unnecessary. Leaving an enemy stronghold at your back is a huge mistake. Doesn't matter if you have circum or contravallation, it'll be a serious issue.
I remember when sieging an old Horde fortress. The Alliance commander in charge ordered a siege camp be made, without worrying about the various raiding camps to our rear. Despite my and other protests we set up camp. The orcs came in the night, about two-hundred of them from our rear. Some were mounted on wolves, others on foot. We put up a sizable defense, but it was for not. The entire orc garrison poured out and beset us on both sides.
I gathered my man and mounted up. We broke through the lines and circled back. My companions and I rescued other sections of the camp. We saved around sixty-three soldiers that day. The rest scattered, were captured, or died. We rescued some later, but it wasn't the same.. -They- weren't the same.
Well then I think I went on enough of a tangent. My watch is up, and nothings happened. Stonewall finally stopped freaking out maybe the damned camp will be quiet.
I didn't get much sleep last night. We encountered blood elves, and everyone seemed to show their true colors. I wonder if any of them notice the length of my ears. Damned Stonewall. That's a very apt name for him. *The writing seems very sloppy as if the person isn't really trying*
Maybe I spoke a bit out of anger, but still. I know they aren't speaking directly to me, but I wonder what's stopping them? Might as well go all or nothing. I dunno. I'm gonna hit my head until I finally sleep.
I've spent most of the night with various muskets. Each one seems to have the same issue. The firing mechanism isn't secure. Normally it would secure the hammer, keep it from moving unless triggered. The parts weren't secured properly, allowing the gun to go off. How we just found this out, I'll never know. What I do know is that the man who made these is going to pay for it. When I speak next with the Lord-Marshal, he'll be made aware of the issue.
Luckily I found the closest the nightborn have to guns. It's a complicated weapon, but I'm figuring it out. Everyone else got flashy and exciting weaponry. Can't say I'm left out. It glows with arcane. Times like this, I lament being an elf. At least this kind.
Seek out an officer in-game! When applications are approved a list of everybody who can interview you will be listed along with their in-game names. Using /who and typing the guild name also works as well!
Hello. i was just wondering how i can contact someone for my in-character interview.