Fallen Leaves

In my extended absence, at some point, it seems Silvermoon has lost some of the insanity and gained some intrigue. I shouldn't say I approve, but I do.

Lady Liadrin came to Shattrath, and she ordered me to snap out of my amnesia. I am very good at following orders.

I remembered it all. I broke down again, in tears, but she consoled me. Reminded me of that old adage about war turning brother against brother(or sister against sister as it were). She is right; my tragedy is hardly unique, and now the war is becoming all the fiercer. Now, more than ever, I have to be strong.

She also warned me not to be so inflexible, or risk snapping again. She is so very wise.

The Matriarch, the First Blood Knight, needs me. I am in a unique position thanks to my work for the Scryers. I am the best qualified person to act as a liaison between the Blood Knights and the various factions of Shattrath, and I truly feel that is where I belong. I believe the Scryers will support my decision in this.

I'm definitely going to need to have dinner with Sid now. I wonder if he's just being friendly, or if... I'm sure it's for the best if it's just a friendly meal.

First things first, though: I'm going back to Silvermoon.

SCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUMSCUM

THAT'S WHAT I AM, MURDERING TERRIBLE SCUM. RIG. RIG. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?



I DIDN'T WANT TO HURT YOU. YOU TRIED TO KILL ME. SAID I WAS SCUM, A TRAITOR. NOW IT'S TRUE. I AM A TRAITOR TO YOU. I AM A TRAITOR TO OUR FAMILY. I AM A TRAITOR TO THE CONCEPT OF BIG SISTERS.

STUPID GIRL. WHY DID YOU PICK A FIGHT RIGHT AT THE EDGE OF THE TIER? YOU COULD HAVE FALLEN. ALMOST DID, BUT THEN YOU




my blade. why didn't i turn away my blade and catch you as you swung back to me? it would have been the perfect big sister moment but i turned it into the worst act imaginable. me. me. the scum. traitorous scum.


I want to forget. I want to go away, out of sight. To hide and pray and sleep and let the pain fade or consume me.

((Although these questions are all OOC and don't really happen, for the sake of having a context this questionnaire can be considered a standardised psych profile constructed by the Sunfury Legion to determine the mental state of those in their ranks. The use of this has extended to groups such as the Reckoning and it is still in use by the Scryers even after severing their ties. The questions are designed to check for emotional responses, thus some are odd and/or inexplicable.

A tauren girl, and I say girl because she's clearly not fully matured yet, found me in the Shattrath infirmary this morning. Apparently she is a member of the Zephyr Crew, and they will be going to investigate the manaforge tonight, meeting in Area 52 at half past the hour of seven. This includes the girl herself, the girl who is excitable, cheerful and full of humour. Running off to die for the sake of my own inadequacies.

I tried to convince her to call it off, or at least not go herself, but she remained stubborn on both counts. At the least, I convinced her to try to get any other help she could, though I doubt she'd find much of any worth. Drunken Kodo patrons? A bunch of washed-up pirates and booze-addled thugs don't inspire much faith in me.

It seems I'll need to send out some letters myself. Light have mercy. Why am I too weak to just do this all myself?

My sister is a dirty fucking traitor gods I hate her why does she have to do this shit to me just when I'm just getting all my shit together here and trying to be a FUCKING RESPECTABLE MEMBER OF SOCIETY!

Nether, I probably will kill her myself if I see her, even if it's not in Quel'thalas.

A friendly troll, new in town like me, gave me a set of watercolours. It was very sweet of him, and, as agreed, I'm going to paint his friend, or at least something as close as I can approximate, having never seen the woman and not being terrifically familiar with orcish physiology.

Technically I said it'd be the first thing I paint, but I'm going to do a few practice studies first to get back into things. Not to mention, I have little practice with watercolour at all. I paint in oils, it's why I do expensive portraiture that nobles pay more than what a good war hawkstrider is worth. I don't paint soft, vague impressions of uninteresting landscapes. This will take some time to get used to.

Also? Stupid, stupid surnames people use now. I'll be a Dirienaer until the day I wed.

I'm sending good people to their deaths in order to look for information, which may not even exist or may be somewhere else, to rescue a madwoman, assuming she's alive, so that she doesn't create some sort of doomsday device that could do anything up to and including completely disintegrate Shattrath and warp space around it so that nothing will ever exist on that spot again.

To make matters worse, I'm too weak from inactivity and injury recovery to participate, so this could all go to the Nether before it even really starts.

Some time ago I was tasked with reacquiring an asset for Patha a very senior member of the King's army. This asset was a person named Inourhe Sunshard, and to find her I spent time in the company of her closest confidante, Miss Searshield.

Silghtly over a month ago, I was finally able to acquire the asset and send her to my master. Unfortunately, Searshield was able to discover this and my intentions during our original meeting, and contrived to abduct me to discover the whereabouts of her friend. Her plans went somewhat awry when miss Sunnistrix Blacksun was caught in her trap as well and she was forced to take both of us for that time. To my great shame, and probable death sentence, Aerei was able to discover the location the asset was sent, upon which she returned us to civilisation and the tender medical care of the Undercity.

Should this information have been passed on, I will no doubt be removed for my failure, and the great work in the Promised Land will be set back by months. It is imperative that her crime be punished.

-Aurphios Daybreak.

*the letter is then dated and signed by Shaali Sin'dath, undersigned by Rilien Sunlance*

I'm very glad that I could spare enough coin to buy this diary. Not only is it nice to have somewhere to put my thoughts, I made sure I got one with unlined pages. I'll be able to sketch things in here, which should tide me over until I have all the things I need to start painting again.

Silvermoon is so strange now, but there's a vibrancy and energy that's completely wondrous. I am so glad I finally got out from under Mother's thumb. The guard unit I joined are all so professional and dedicated, it's an honour to be accepted among them. The people are... well, they're pretty crazy by the old standards. I guess crazy is normal now though. Ha! Gotta love it!

Well, time for a list of goals:

- Painting supplies!!!!!
- Find some good boyfriend material(maybe girlfriend if the former is too scarce)
- Do my best to impress my superiors
- Do my best to show a friendly face to the public so the unit's reputation improves

Well, that's enough for now.

PS- My first mana tap... BY THE SUN! I think I orgasmed! To think I ever lived without it. After the first time, not so powerful, but still really, really, really good.

((From here on, Aerei is depositing her missives under a similar tree in Terokkar. The missives already in Eversong will most likely remain there for the forseeable future.))

I WILL NOT DIE YET.

Anyone who thinks they can stop me from achieving my dream is an obstacle, and I will overcome them. Even the Scryers will be cast aside if need be.

I must hold to my ideals. I will hold to my ideals.

I suppose the woman is in Pathaleon's clutches right now. I shudder to think what that creep would do to such a beautiful No, not my place. I'll just say a prayer for her tonight.

Anyway, no way I'm going to go near Ratchet or any of that Crew ever again, though I'll definitely keep the shell to monitor them. Looks like I'll be staying in Silvermoon, which means I can get my hands on some real mana, not just dull the ache with dreamfoil. I can get a bath and wear some decent clothes too. Maybe even find some girls who don't have more hair in their armpits than I have on top of my head.

I'll probably need allies too. Chances are pretty good someone will figure out I was involved. There must be other agents in Silvermoon, and there's sure to be plenty of dupes willing to lay down their lives for the glory of the Sun-King.

Wow, reading this over I sound positively devious. Hah! That's hilarious.

I couldn't believe it. There I was, coming down off the dreamfoil, when I hear the prettiest voice calling to me from that seashell thing. Moment's later, miss Drosh introduces her. Inourhe Sunshard.

I honestly wasn't expecting her to come to me, especially after all the fruitless searching. This makes things so much easier.

Thank the Sun-King.

((A note left for Meredia on Inourhe's dining table, written in Thalassian.))

Darling,

I'm off for a couple of weeks. Have a lot of business to attend to, and to cap it off I'll be heading to Moonglade. There's a poor, wounded orc girl there in need of cheer, and I've been itching to have a good chat with the druids there for some time now.

Speaking of the orc girl, she's the barkeep for that lovely little place in Ratchet. The Drowning Kodo or what-have-you. Anyway, last night I ran into the leader of the Crew that manages the pub, a miss Droshella Derling according to what I've heard, who agreed to let me join them. She seemed quite pleased that I asked, and was very thankful for the assistance I had already rendered in diagnosing miss Sara. She also seemed rather delighted that my expertise in fel magics would be available to them more readily.


Be good,
Mother



PS- I have decided to adopt Rin, as she desperately needs a good mother figure. Please try to treat her as you would a real baby sister.

Someone in the Scryers is trying to get me killed.

This is the only reasonable conclusion that I can make from the fact that I've been ordered to act directly against the loyal in Outland, despite the extreme risk of blowing my cover among the blood knights this presents.

The first suspect is my contact. As much as I would enjoy the excuse to claim revenge on him, I honestly doubt it is. He has borne me no hostility at any point and seems to have a very vested interest in my continued survival and capacity to do my job.

The next suspect would of course be a rogue Scryer who is still actually loyal. Far from unlikely, but terrifying and not something I will easily discern the truth of. The consequences of a false accusation could be just as disastrous as allowing a spy to continue unnoticed.

The final suspect would be someone who thinks I present a danger to the Scryer cause. Perhaps someone close to my contact, who worries I will harm him? Maybe someone who disapproved of my handling of the dispute I had with my contact?

Worst of all, what if someone knows the truth about my prior contact? What I did to him?



On top of this, I have to talk to Banshee. She overheard me talking with my contact, and he handled it perfectly idiotically. Why tell her we have a history? She knows we work in the same military unit, and it's not unusual to need to speak confidentially about sensitive military matters. There's no need for shared history to explain why were were talking, and she'd expect my terse tone with him given that her mother is one of the dearest friends I have ever had.

I hope she doesn't tell Magistrix.

((Written on a note pinned to a cork board in her drawing room.))

Things to do this week(or next?)-
-Tell Meredia I'm adopting Rin.(Sisters!)
-Travel to Moonglade(need a map!) and give miss Sara flowers.(Or chocolate?)
-Give Aerei fashion advice.(Girl needs to get laid!)
-Sex!
-Inebriation!
-Finish an invention already.(It's been 6 weeks since last patent!)
-Write that paper on the effect of lunar cycles on terrestrial ambient Nether activity.(Snooooooore...)

((Yes, it's another napkin. Someone should ration her on these things. This one has been left very deliberately on the Brewfest banner next to Ram Master Ray.))

I have stolen one of your sheep. He is mine, now. I name him Bircy, and he is my own.

((Napkins, again. This one is in Ratchet.))

Orcs in love. How sweet, how ridiculous. Such fun!

((And the Farstrider Lodge in Loch Modan.(However did she end up there?)))

Dwarves make good booze too. I can't believe they really thought because I was wearing blue goggles that I'm a blue-eyes!!!!!