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((Just an overall sum set...Anything enclosed will be Nhal's official journal, and since no one reads the blogs...I guess I'm doing them here...so here we go...))
Another day and sadly another gold. I certainly grow forever lingering dark circles under my eyes day after day after working for the Dark Lady. She means well, but I get the feeling that I'll never be fully trusted while my eyes are filled with sapphire and my heart with the eternal warming glow of the light. I wish most of the people on this horde were like my brother, accepting to everything I do even if its insulting the love of his life, and even I don't really mean to harm her with my words, I just get so damn frustrated all the time and her gentle mind is an easy target. If I ever let her read this, I hope she understands after how truly sorry I am. It isn't me, and I really don't even know where this me came from. I wish you were here mom, you could tell them. You would set them straight.
And with harm comes hope though, I guess its karma's way of finally coming around on me. My sweet Mia seems to always come around at the right time, even if that time is a week away and she's the reason my mood darkens from being away from me for too long. I know I shouldn't be diving too far deep in this relationship so fast, but there is something within me that I haven't felt before, even when I was with Kriss.
Meh, I'm almost out of room, and I only promised myself one page a day. Better sign off my sorrows with my signature now. I love you mother and I hope all is well wherever you are.
Your loving son,
Bray'li'Nhal
Mother,
With every passing day it seems like years have bolted above me. Its been so long since I saw your bright smile, I almost wish I could have done something to stop you from looking for him.
Right... You probably already hear the strain in my voice. The broken gnomish cog that keeps reseting back to the start after every turn, saying the same usual greetings you always openly, with love, listen to. A night like the prior has certainly shook your poor boy, and he's already starting to feel what its like to be cared for by others and despised by old enemies. My head is such a mess...I can't see how you found father to be the one and only. I can only see how I am split between two, but I must move on from my torn decisions.
My fears about Niaam proved false. Yes yes, your old boy is alright, for now. He kept his secrets hidden, but he is baffled how they found me. Remulah and his wretched wife Danuwai. I thought I was done with them. It is so strange that they would come back now, its been almost what...two...three years? Those two though, it wasn't the same aggression that they had before. It was more blood lust then greed. I'll have to look more inward.
There is something I should tell you mother. You have another son, one that has protected your boy better then his half blooded brother could ever have. Your son named Demitri, I have adopted into our family...I knew you wouldn't mind. He has now saved my very breath from ceasing, and my lungs from seizing. He has a plan though that I may not see fully through. The day haunts me.
Your loving son,
Bray'li'Nhal
To an Angel,
I had another of those dreams. The ones when I would get when I was younger, of demons and the dead and haunts that would leave me simply...paralyzed. In a petrified grit of stone and work. Smothered and not able to breath, and when death drew close and my lungs could barely hold a long over do need for a breath, I simply freeze and spring alive!
The face is still barely readable. I still don't ask a question as to who they are as they push me through the hardening clayed stone... I do however still look day after day for them. I still think its they who need help not me, but the problem is everyone is too proud to ask for help. I cannot help them if they can't learn to help themselves...
Mother I have one request. Keep an eye on them. Yes, the names I mutter in my head as I drift off into slumber. Keep watch when I can't, because sooner or later, the need will come time to save them and I hope I am not away speaking to some high end Aristocrats who think that business is the future for the cities of Azeroth...
I sit in wonder under my little tree just off of the walk of elders where this city is going since my arrival. I'd like to think I'm doing my job, but my mind wants to tell me otherwise. Its as if I trap myself in a daze of splurging bad news at myself. Its just one thing after the next. The horde goes to war... One thing I can't guess is when this war started...and who are its opponents.
I like this tree. It symbolizes peace and justice. It helps me to keep both.
I still wonder if the decision I made was the right one. I think it was but can I be really sure? I'm pretty sure its the lonely feeling I get when I'm away from Mia for too long. Her damned father has her kept away from me almost every chance he gets. Even though she assures me that he has no idea that we're with each other, it doesn't quite feel that way. By the light its only been a day without her...
Well time to get back to my daily prayers..
Nhal
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So I sit here on one of the most exhausting boat rides in my life...I can see Zeppelin after Zeppelin fly above me overhead moving to the icy shores that I am titled to fall ashore soon, and I ask myself, is it really such an honor to lead an attack of such?
Northrend... the chilly cold wastes. I can see just the coast up ahead. Its already bitter cold and it worsens with every inch closer to the desolate scourge wastes... There is something warm about it though. I'm guessing its just the thought that I'll be close to a man who was taught under my most prized of all heroes. Uthar, oh how I wish you were still alive to teach me, the same you did for the king of lich. I would have at least listened.
Even though I was next in line for lessons, it still murks my mind of how I could have done nothing to stop it. Damn my overly obsessed need to learn everything there is to know about the light.
Which brings me to another question... how can the light, something so pure and so warm, be manipulated for vengeance and justice. Mia made a comment today that it is what the blood knight stand for, and me a insignia carrying member of it, had just taught her to use it so quickly without thinking she may use it for other uses. Its as if she doesn't understand that it is a gift. Not some silly arcane spell to use in times of war. It is something that should be used in the manner of helping people, not for our own cause...
I do love that girl though. Right now she and the shores are all I think about. And even when I think elsewhere from her, she always ties into whatever I dare to think anyhow. Constantly running through my temples, back and forth between each. She is so sweet, but so reckless. I just wish she could see my way aside from that warped and twisted version of her father's. She is my rose, and my thorns it seems, cursing me with every single promise I make her. The one in question is the part whether or not I'll come back alive from this frozen fel hole......
*Some scribbles are left with a large space between the two paragraphs*
....All hands? Something is wrong. I'll need to dig deeper into this now. It seems I'm called and I haven't even set foot into my position I am enrolling in. Damn Sin'dorei on this ship have no idea what the fel they are doing...
Until later it seems.
Bray'li'Nhal Killseek
Tylorvias
11-13-2008, 03:00 PM
((She only loves you for your title =p))
It appears that our chosen landing destination was near a known tower spotter just off of the Warsong Jetty. Little known was about the attackers and the mist that we met when we reached the shore. Just as the ship hit land and the walking plank was thrown out, the ambushes sought to weave the mist around my brigade and I.
They were towering giants, and they're bodies were almost like they had been rotting under water for some time. When we cut them, ocean ran in place of blood and when skin fell from their bones, seaweed was all that hit the ground. These were cursed men...
We only made it out with four out of the 15 we had to reinforce the base with. I trust the intel was legitimate at the time, but no one was ready for what had happened. Now all that remains is myself, a ranger, our Taunka guide through Northrend, an Orc known simply as Vesspa, and the Undead Priest Atanious.
Garrosh made it clear that I would not be receiving any more men under my command. He said it was my error that led my garrison to death, and I do not question him.
The Hellscream clan will be hard to earn trust but I am determined to bring the rest of these warriors back home, even if it means my own life for any of theirs.
Day two and the nights do not grow any warmer. My group still just as a stranger to me then any other past day. The Taunka is the only one who seemed to have any interest in pleasantries as he did introduce himself. His name, Dolan Howlbluff. A very gentle creature, just as their tauren cousins.
The ranger, the quietest of the bunch, is quite a solitary man. Only when he speaks it is of how to kill something blocking our path, and never does he try to help any further.
Vespa only does as she's told and thats the end of it. She does add a lot of input in many tight spots that have helped get us through, but what I worry about most is how reliable she can really be. Out of the few times we've taken her word on things did we only get out by the skin of our teeth. Although she can be reckless at most times she is a very sweet girl, like someone else I hold dear to my heart. My one and only Mia. She may not have Mia's look but she has her spunk, and thats what I like about her.
The priest I already know from years back when he was still human. Atanious Brightwing. He graduated at the academy about five years ahead of me and went back to Tarren Mill, his home, to study more on the lights passing through. Why Dalaran seemed to be voided of light was his question and I dare ask if his research was ever found. Since his fall upon the plague, he doesn't quite remember me as much as he used to. He did recognize me so that is all good and well.
Atanious was more or less always a bright and smiling person, its almost unthinkable to see him like this. In slight decay and a former of his live image, it almost makes me pity him. He seems in high respect among the forsaken, contrary to me of course. He works as a High respected priest but still dwells that there is a cure for the rot, that it can be healed by the light. Bless his forever stopped heart.
Right now even as I look up at him, he just stares blankly into our camps heat source, which is a poorly built fire made by yours truly, its almost as if he is praying in his own simple way. The only way he remembers how... in death. I still look up to that human as if he were still that. He deserves that much in the least.
Perhaps I'll ask him tomorrow, but for now Dolan seeks my attention. He must have found something in his scouting...
Forever freezing,
Nhal
*A page or two skipping through one would find the hidden entry. It is dated a week and a half prior to. November 7th.*
"Lok'tar ogar... Victory or death- it is these words that bind me to the Horde. For they are the most sacred and fundamental of truths to any Warrior of the Horde.
I give my flesh and blood freely to the Warchief. I am the instrument of my Warchief's desire. I am a weapon...of my Warchief's command.
From this moment until the end of days....I live and die, and now I say proudly, For the Horde!"
Those words...I'll never forget them and I am almost honored to say them infront of them all, for they stood around me each and heard me speak it. And as I knelt before them, I had choked my tongue and let my lips do the rest. And as I rose...they looked upon me with honor, with pride, and with acceptance.
"So it will be... you are now indited into our ranks Nhal." Thrall had told me with a smile.
One by one they all spoke...
"Your frame is weak, but your spirit soars high little elf. Like a mother eagle you will look after our peoples as if they your young." Cairne came to his conclusion. His eyes were true, he really trusted me as such.
"If there wasn't ever a moment that you didn't waste my time...it is now. Being my errand boy is tough work for anyone, especially one that lives and breaths still. Am I proud to see you walk among us as one of us? An answer I can't mutter, but know this I'll call myself damned before I ever deny your help." Even the Dark Ladies words..about as pleasant as ever.
And finally with pride Theron had spoke only the words I need to know...
...It was the first time in my life that I felt that I might have what it takes to be as good as my father. That I may even have what it takes to be a good leader. Here finally I say I look forward to my many adventures with the horde....
For what I've done, I am not proud. Its almost like I've shed the blood of innocence and its stained my hands. Why did they follow my decision?
And he even claimed, although mistaken, I was a king to him. What means this? Was he letting me hear what I wanted, or would he thought it would insult me? And as I sit here worrying about her, them, him, and myself... I fear the worst is my nerves will be the death of me.
I'm not making much sense of it. Atanious says it will pass...I hope for a better day to come sooner rather then later. Maybe the weight of Azeroth wouldn't seem so heavy then, but then again I'll probably always feel this way...
And her...she is the only thing that can carry my happiness, and yet she never shows up when I absolutely need her council. Mia...Oh Mia. Wherever you may be, I hope you are safe....and warm. These cold nights are torture without you to fall asleep with in my arms. My sweet Mia...I love you. Please come back safe...
I dream of only you at night....
And I nightmare of this day....
I need you...
Your "Highborne Prince"
Finally a time to dwell on myself. The past few days have been some what....entertaining, in short. Expanded it could be described as exhausting by both mind and heart.
I guess I could start by saying I finally did hear back from Mia, and boy was the time we had bittersweet, considering that was a week ago and its back to her same old ways...
Perhaps she favors in causing me more stress then I can handle. I love the girl, but this has gone on too much. It pains me to say but it needs to change or we will change...
....My bones feel like brittle glass. I fear that if I'm not careful to step, that they will shatter from pressure. So much walking... And every step that is taken is another second that I wander, mute, around in my head with her.
It really shouldn't be this hard... Why won't she just write me? I'm probably the easiest person in all of Quel'thalas to get a hold of, and its rather sad when your own heart can't take the time out of their leave...just to write you a simple letter... If the blood knights restrict letters I am going to have a talk with her father...this is damn near unacceptable...
...And I'm being called now...another bittersweet moment. It is for the best...I fear I'll start saying regretful words if I don't pull myself to end this...
Nhal.
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