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I've decided to start writing in a personal journal in addition to that most peculiar Tome I have; said Book seems to be a sort of enchanted communication device that allows one to write shortish comments and musings for any to see as one wishes. You simply have to have that individual's name on a particular page-- I call this the Contacts Page, because I am a creative genius with names-- and if you wish to no longer see what they write, you scratch out their name. It's a bit of a marvel in its way. Not only for its nature, but also for the fact that it very much seems to be a neutral setting: I see humans and kal'dorei and whatnot as much as I see sin'dorei and orcs and so forth. I assume there is an automatic translation enchantment from Common, as I understand them perfectly and my knowledge of Common is sketchy at best.
There are assorted...interesting personalities in the Book. From cranky warlocks to death knights who I could only describe in terms I'd rather not speak aloud, to sex-obsessed whatevers to a rather funny goblin couple. I've met some interesting people, one of whom I...really like. Really like. I'll speak of him later.
Anyhow. Personal journal.
My work continues, though a strange and perhaps frightening sort of plague/disease/whatever seems to have infected some of the population. Ultimately it seems to be a relatively small percentage, but the number seems higher when they're packed together in quarantine locations, and when the Book seems to focus on them a lot. I don't begrudge that, mind you-- it seems to be an invaluable communication device in many cases.
I still have my projects and deliveries to make, sometimes with the help of my good pal Garotar, sometimes alone. I'm more cautious when doing so these days, but so far I've avoided infection and-- Science willing-- I'll continue to do so. It brings in a goodly amount of gold, especially for now when I'm a bit less inclined toward completing errands for various leaders.
Mother is once more asking me when I'll be home to visit; I've managed to dodge an exact answer so far. Which is kind of sad, because I do love seeing my sister Leania, as well as Father. But Mother somehow finds a way to get under my skin and only sheer force of will keeps me from turning her into a penguin or some such. It's generally frowned upon to polymorph one's parents in a fit of pique, after all. Sisters, however, are another matter-- Malinde has learned this and hasn't needled me as much, at least. I'm perfectly happy to be ignored.
I can't wait to see Mother's expression when Leania finally is able to run away to join the Farstriders. I shouldn't be mean, but...still.
So, there's more to say but that will be in probably the next entry. I need to get a bite to eat before I continue writing, I think.
((Little OOC note: I know there is no apostrophe in "kaldorei" proper, but with the differences between Thalassian and Darnassian, I would imagine someone who was raised speaking Thalassian would say "kal'dorei" like they say "sin'dorei", since the basis of the names seem to be the same: "children of ____". This may or may not be right, I know, but it seems logical to me. :) ))
There are assorted...interesting personalities in the Book. From cranky warlocks to death knights who I could only describe in terms I'd rather not speak aloud, to sex-obsessed whatevers to a rather funny goblin couple. I've met some interesting people, one of whom I...really like. Really like. I'll speak of him later.
Anyhow. Personal journal.
My work continues, though a strange and perhaps frightening sort of plague/disease/whatever seems to have infected some of the population. Ultimately it seems to be a relatively small percentage, but the number seems higher when they're packed together in quarantine locations, and when the Book seems to focus on them a lot. I don't begrudge that, mind you-- it seems to be an invaluable communication device in many cases.
I still have my projects and deliveries to make, sometimes with the help of my good pal Garotar, sometimes alone. I'm more cautious when doing so these days, but so far I've avoided infection and-- Science willing-- I'll continue to do so. It brings in a goodly amount of gold, especially for now when I'm a bit less inclined toward completing errands for various leaders.
Mother is once more asking me when I'll be home to visit; I've managed to dodge an exact answer so far. Which is kind of sad, because I do love seeing my sister Leania, as well as Father. But Mother somehow finds a way to get under my skin and only sheer force of will keeps me from turning her into a penguin or some such. It's generally frowned upon to polymorph one's parents in a fit of pique, after all. Sisters, however, are another matter-- Malinde has learned this and hasn't needled me as much, at least. I'm perfectly happy to be ignored.
I can't wait to see Mother's expression when Leania finally is able to run away to join the Farstriders. I shouldn't be mean, but...still.
So, there's more to say but that will be in probably the next entry. I need to get a bite to eat before I continue writing, I think.
((Little OOC note: I know there is no apostrophe in "kaldorei" proper, but with the differences between Thalassian and Darnassian, I would imagine someone who was raised speaking Thalassian would say "kal'dorei" like they say "sin'dorei", since the basis of the names seem to be the same: "children of ____". This may or may not be right, I know, but it seems logical to me. :) ))