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Tuhina: is a terrible person

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:27:18 GMT

Is it a bad thing, necessarily, that I enjoy poking and prodding that woman as much as I do?

Probably. I am certain I may eventually pay for it, but if her husband ever grows the balls to properly confront me, I can and will show him how useless his Light is against someone like me.

That is, someone that isn't a blathering idiot.

The girl, Berene, that miss Talahra was "educating" seems... odd. Out of her element, perhaps. I told her that Talahra is half-human and therefore not to be trusted (because we all know that humans are pretty horrible creatures) and I think she understands a little better. I will have to meet this girl in person. Maybe I can teach her a few things.

I am being asked to set foot in Alterac Valley again - you'd think the Frostwolf and Stormpike would fuck off with that for a moment - so I will, most likely, be shoving Jhuu aside in favour of Cattora for a short time just to see what we can do.

And I will happily state how wonderful it is to watch these humans run around in absolute terror.

Tuhina:

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:50:02 GMT

I keep abandoning this thing.

Sankareth approached me and asked me about - well, to say he worries too much is an understatement. He worries that his elven girlfriend may find an elf that she likes and leave him and has all these concerns about what she may think of what others may think. I pulled her aside to talk to her about it and she had the same "What do I care?" attitude about it, though I at least was able to inform her that he isn't trying to get out of the relationship, he's just worried.

Basically, a waste of both our time.

And since when did I become somebody that people went to for relationship advice? I don't get it. Yes, some are aware that I do have someone and that he is at war, but nobody has ever seen me with him. Just saying, "Yes, my boyfriend is a Troll" does not mean I'm a good person to talk to about inter-racial relations.

Talahra continues to drive me batty with her "well if it's not a problem for me it can't POSSIBLY be a problem for ANYONE ELSE" attitude. Oh, look at you, thinking you're so bloody perfect - like the Nether you are. At least she hasn't offered to help me again. I would not let that woman or her husband lay a single flash of their bloody Light on me if my life depended on it. The last time a human tried to touch me I set him on FIRE.

The Felguard is working out fairly well. I am better able to control it and myself, it gains its energy from the pain of my victims, etc., etc.

I am not looking forward to the day I see Talahra with her baby, espousing the virtues of parenthood and questioning why various others aren't making such a divine sacrifice or some other nonsense. She makes me physically ill.

Perhaps I will wear this dress I received on Friday. I also was sent an order for a suit from some Ebon Blade contingent or another.

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:06:19 GMT

Arushi
Rodrich
Kavita
Adelrich
Tuhina
My wife
Cornelius
Krensythe

I do not remember having blonde hair. Fixed the issue in the Undercity.

Do not remember these scars. Apothecaries must have stitched my face back together when my body was recovered.

Records indicate that Adelrich lives within City limits. Wife still in Shattrath. Tuhina, unsure, Northrend - has not lived in Silvermoon for a long time.

My name is Adelphius ~~Dawngarde~~ Blightblade.

Tuhina:

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:48:32 GMT

For the past two or three weeks I have been receiving gifts. They have all been quietly delivered to my new apartment in Dalaran, always wrapped in red paper, my name written in formal script on the tag - my full name, which nobody refers to - and always left in front of the door. The gifts range from jewelry to perfume to tasteful dresses - all of Sin'dorei make.

If they were from Grub I can imagine they wouldn't be Sin'dorei as I'm fairly certain I've made clear my lack of attachment to my own people.

I keep adding the gifts to the chest that I procured from mother before I moved in which used to contain some of father's formal wear but it has all inexplicably disappeared.

She probably sold it for booze money.

I obtained a beautiful sword from the depths of Utgarde Keep. The Weaponsmith in Dalaran tells me it is a dagger, but it seems rather large to be considered such.

I have been delving into the study of Demonology now that I seem to have developed some level of control and, strangely enough, it's relatively satisfying having a large axe-wielding creature keeping my foes at bay as I quietly set everything on fire, though I'd rather have a more active traveling companion - one that speaks beyond threats and that I don't have to discipline with a well-placed curse.

Every so often I look out my window to Icecrown and I think, "I'm not ready," but I know that the sooner I get out there...

I'm working in Dragonblight. It's not particularly pleasant, but it's not Warsong Hold, either.

I need to make some cloth and extra bags for when I head back out. Also, extra bags to fulfill my end of the contract so I have enough money to look after myself for when I come back.

And fish. Lots of fish.

Tuhina: Life's Little Annoyances

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 17:50:24 GMT

At the gathering on Friday evening I found a duo that absolutely annoyed the piss out of me.

Normally, husbands and wives do not bother me in the least - they act as properly as they can in public, those of elven persuasion, and keep matters of the house out of the picture. They do not dote upon each other, make arrangements between one another in regard to laundry or shopping, and are able to make conversation without constant referral to their status as husband and wife. They are polite and keep their noses out of the business of others unless it is requested.

Not so with miss Talahra and her husband.

Their discussions so grated on my nerves that it was difficult not to say anything until I was finally pushed, as distracted as I was and often am, and no matter what I said the woman constantly assumed the worst. No, dear, I do not want you two to cease communicating, but could you leave the bloody shopping arrangements for a time when you are at home together and not someplace where you should be interacting with the rest of your housemates?

What happened to women who let their husbands look after themselves? The man's arms aren't broken, nor are his legs, he can buy his own bloody clothes.

Then again, she is half-~~traitor~~human, they have a very odd view of domestic matters so perhaps the servant aspect is right up her alley. Any man that would expect such of me would be set on fire immediately.

I am so very, very lucky that Grub is as independent as he is, as am I, though perhaps that's a Troll thing. Perhaps I'm odd in my independence.

It's absolutely hilarious that this woman was so bloody surprised and offended at my apparently having a problem with humans. Are you fucking blind, woman? The humans left us to die to the Scourge. They betrayed us. If human bigotry is not a good enough reason to have a problem with them, I am not sure what is.

I would not accept aid for my illness* from those two if my life depended upon it. I will never allow a half-breed or her pet to touch me, let alone drain any amount of Fel from my body, even if it does prolong my life. I don't care how long I live as long as I get to see the destruction of the Scourge in my lifetime.

Mister Kareth, however, improved my mood, allowed me to babble on and on, and generally provided good company. I look forward to speaking with him some more. Mother Rayen, as well. I'm finding the Tauren to be extremely personable - I wish I had found this out a long time ago. He told me my best bet would be to ignore the half-human and her husband, something I should be capable of doing.

He also made mention of someone Mister Silverleaf knew, a blind Fel Mage who used his Felhound as a seeing-eye beast. Although I don't trust my demons as far as I can kick them, whatever information he has on this fellow's methods may be worthwhile. I'll have to add him to my list of people to visit, though so far it's fairly small - Juni'andi, Matojo, Wyat.

I'm going to set the imp on fire, then make some tea and find a book I haven't read.

(( * Fel Poisoning, thanks to Tuhina's frequent use of Fel Magic. Despite knowing the damage it's doing to her body, she's not in any hurry to change her methods and is accepting of the consequences. ))

Tuhina: A stitch here, a button there.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 20:55:41 GMT

(( The majority of her journal has been taken over by sketches and diagrams - Northrend wildlife with smatterings of certain Trolls and featureless elves as clothing models - with simple notes like, "Purchase more eternium thread!" and "keep eternal fire separate from netherweave cloth stores" strewn throughout. Actual content begins nearly a month ago, with brief mention of a "Refuge", a "half-way house for those of us that live someplace between 'adventurer' and 'hermit'", and repeated notations about how "the Forsaken are terrible employers so stop trying to get work from them."

On the previous page, "Legerdemain far too civilized for my tastes anymore, but the Animal is too loud and a strange old man keeps trying to rifle through my things back at the Refuge," is scrawled at the top of the page. A sketch of Akombe with a pair of underwear on his head ("CLEAN!!!" with an arrow pointing to them) takes up the rest of it. In thick, large letters, "Have since put locks on drawers" is written below. ))

I keep venturing back to the Fjord in the hopes of extending my stay there, only to skip back to the Tundra after becoming horrendously pissed at the Forsaken, then to scurry back to Moa'ki or Dalaran after being reduced to a fuming "red-skin" by Orcish asshattery. I am putting off the trip into Icecrown as best I can, despite repeatedly telling myself - and others - that I am working so hard to be able to help Grub out up there.

I would be lying if I said I was not scared shitless at the prospect.

So again I have retreated to Dalaran to sew, and sew, and sew, and have built up an impressive collection of Frostweave knickers and socks. There is a rather stylish hat that I wish to make for myself, but I fear it would wind up as an oversized pair of panties considering how I'm so used to sewing those.

I would take up another hobby if I wasn't afraid of the outcome. I mean, I could cook, but looking at miss Fandaleen I really don't think --

Oh that's terrible and you know it.

(( The writing meanders a bit, becoming slightly loopy as if she wasn't entirely paying attention to the quality of her penmanship. ))

I cannot quite place what this object is that I have sewn, I would venture to call it a "cozy" of some sort but I am not -- oh right. I don't know of anyone that will be needing to keep that warm out here. I don't think. I am certainly not asking around --

(( Again the writing returns to its usual quality. ))

I've been asked, repeatedly, to help out in Dragonblight. I've been warming up with my spells and occasionally attempting to get back into the habit, but it's... I don't want to go out there. But I'm needed there, so I will go, and it will stop me from making more socks, or underwear, or worrying.

I'm not worried. I'm not! We're all adults and can look after ourselves.

Possibly.

I need a good, stiff drink.

... I think I'm getting fat.

Tuhina: A Completely Different Story

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 15:35:23 GMT

(( As with Adelrich's recording, this one is also mostly clear. There's a quiet murmur of a crowd in the background. ))

"Since I told Adel the reason I made these recording devices to begin with he's been all doom and gloom and 'I told you that you should have stopped with that Fel business ages ago', which I knew but it's the only thing that's worked for me. He continues to hint that I should drop everything and continue the family while I can but I told him that I can't anyway because I can't have children and he seems to forget that I'm not very good with them. I'm not doing that to Grub.

"I've been taking a break from fighting to try out the fishing in Northrend and to work on becoming a better cook. So far it's working out pretty great, though I'm thinking of moving back to Silvermoon on a part-time basis. Maybe I can fish for a living and sell my wares in the city or open a café? Then again, with all the crazy-types in the city anymore I'm not sure I could do that. I've also taken up sewing again and I'm doing a bit better at it now than before.

"I'm going to miss tinkering, but um. I'm tired of risking life and limb every time I test a project."

*Pause. Tap tap.*

"I'm probably doing just that right now!"

[Adelrich] Voice Post #1

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 13:51:15 GMT

(( The sound quality is surprisingly good for a device of Sin'dorei make: the crackling is slight, the background noise is low - perhaps the result of being in a quiet recording location - and there's no distortion. ))

"Tuhina Dawngarde's last act as an engineer has been to devise a pair of these odd boxes for recording our voices in a manner that I will not even pretend to understand; suffice it to say that I am a bit wary that at least one will explode and I am not prepared to pick shrapnel from my face at this point in my life.

*A pause as Adel clears his throat.*

"She has decided that she will not be an engineer for much longer due to her failing eyesight. At best guess, Tuhina will manage to retain some semblance of sight for the next year or two, after which point she will lose it entirely..."

*He trails off and there's another pause, this one longer than the last.*

"... I think I am done with this for the time being."

Tuhina: Relief!

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 16:11:31 GMT

Spent some time with Grub in all senses of the word. At one point he started muttering something about - I'm not entirely sure. It's fine, though, he even said so.

I think I sounded like a complete idiot the entire time that we sat together, talking, and at one point he was tickling me - I need a new set of armour. It shows a little too much skin.

I'm happy he's safe, very relieved, and it was nice to have something warm to curl up with out here. I'm not sure what else to say. There are some times that I really notice the size difference, though~

I need to see what it will take to make myself a flying machine - you know, while I'm still capable of that.

Tuhina:

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 19:53:16 GMT

After conversing on and off with Adelrich I have come to a conclusion - he's right. I'm not soldier material.

I'm an explorer through and through; although I'd love to say that I can confidently stand on the front lines alongside my fellow Horde, I know that's not the case - I'd probably faint at the first Ghoul to show up - so with that in mind I quietly returned my crystal and hung up my tabard. Again. I think I am going to remain a bit of a freelancer for a while - odd jobs here and there. I'm currently working for some pirates in the Howling Fjord - they seem to like my way of doing things!* - that's paying well and there are ships and good food. Really good food. Can elves get fat?

I'm not sure how long I've been working out here. I know I've had to install stronger lenses in my goggles and it's really difficult to see without them; Zhar'dok is always quiet and seems to take pride in keeping things from hitting me. My coin purse jingles more heavily than it used to thanks to the money made from turning armour into dust. I have more muscle in my legs from walking so damn much.

Something's been missing. Someone. It's not my nature to worry too much** though I do have these little pangs of "I really hope he's okay" while reminding myself that, unlike me, Grub's a real soldier. Whatever he's dealing with I know he'll come back and everything will be fine.

... Right? Right.

Not thinking about it too much. I just hope that when we do find each other again he's in one piece.

Adelrich is going to meet me in Shattrath of all bloody places so I can imbue his armour. He's taken to carrying around a shield and generally making himself look slightly professional, at least.

* Set people on fire, cast a curse or two while humming a cheerful tune, politely ask for what's being sought while victim screams for the fire to be put out.
** Bullshit.

Adelrich:

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 16:33:50 GMT

(( A scrap of paper tucked into his Little Waterstained Slightly-Burned Off-Black-So-Kinda Gray book: ))

Job done. Pay = what. Re-hired to City. Abrupt end of job = ???

No longer have to prance about in ratty robe: bonus.

Would return T.'s books, but she is storing all of hers in apt. Must invest in outside storage.

Armour = itchy. Good weight. Missed it?

Being assigned to E.S.'s prev. post

(( Added later, at an odd angle. ))

Post = cow.

W.T.H.

Name: I.S.
Status: Cow-bear-chicken.

A.F.O., gone to fling self off balcony.

(( Glossary:

A.F.O. = Away from Office.
W.T.H. = What the Hell, duh.
E.S. = Erbrynn Sunsteel.
I.S. = Ipolani Smokehoof. ))

Tuhina:

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 20:12:53 GMT

Sometimes I wish I could heal wounds.

A man was at the Kodo last night, wounded in battle I suppose, but there were no medics in sight and there was nothing I could do, and it bothers me. He couldn't have been too horribly off as he caught the attention of the odd Tauren woman and that was that. I was quick to return to work.

I chatted with Sara for a short while and then with Grub, and that black-furred Tauren woman approached and asked about the other Tauren woman that he previously dated - Ephe - and otherwise didn't acknowledge my presence (thankfully). I don't particularly like her, not because of her previous relationship to Grub but because she just doesn't seem likeable. Influenced by what he's said about the whole thing, I guess.

He had to leave for unit business - he really didn't want to - and he said that he'd take me somewhere ~ tonight. He doesn't know where, mind, but that's fine. I asked him about that Drakkari stronghold as well, but he's never been.

"I pay well". Where do I come up with these things.

All is otherwise quiet on the home and unit fronts.

Tuhina: Philosophically Yours.

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 20:49:34 GMT

I keep watching for him while I'm here. I keep expecting my father to crawl out of the woodwork - the thought of running into him in his condition makes my skin crawl - and I wonder what I would do in such a case. I am not the woman that he expected me to be. I am not the woman that, in his mind, I was supposed to become. For one, I am not married. Two, I have no children. Three, my significant other is a Troll. Four, I'm not an arcanist, I'm a felmage or whatever the nether we're supposed to be called. A warlock. I summon demons and set people on fire.

Although I'm well aware that, when I did see him, it could very well have been a dream, I'm convinced that it's true. I'm convinced that he rose with the rest of these damned men and women, though as what I don't know. Even though he said, in no uncertain terms, that he was not unhappy with me, I can't help but wonder how much truth was inherent in that

I'm waxing philosophical on something that could very well have been a bloody case of me losing my marbles.

I have been browsing the books here, learning a little more on the Shadow and understanding it as Masamba does, or did, or what-have-you and trying to understand the draw. Perhaps it will help me understand Juni's attraction to him as well, though I must admit I haven't seen either in some time. I hope they're both alright.

It's sort of the whole problem with being a soldier: you hardly see your loved ones, and by the time you do so much has happened that you feel so out of touch and never know quite how to react.

I think things have gone the way they have because I honestly wouldn't want them any other way. I don't think I'd be able to live as a proper elven woman, with a litter and a husband; that kind of life would drive me to drink - the thought of it often did. I wouldn't want to be married. The word "wife" has all these connotations that have been beaten into my head since I was a child, every part of me just screams "DO NOT WANT" - so my delayed reaction to Roshanar's teasing is just that. DO NOT WANT.

I'm not exactly a great girlfriend, either, I imagine I'd make the most horrendous wife in existence. I'd never be at home, I'd be constantly chasing some theory or another, and Gods help the man that tries to pin me down - it's inherently A Good Thing that Grub is what he is. Sounds horrible, I know, but I think his being a Troll and myself being an Elf eliminates all semblance of possibility in regard to a traditional life.

Thank the Gods for that.

Another blessing is my presumed inability to procreate. I don't think I need to get into that.

In essence, if my father is really un-alive and is going to tell me the truth of what he thinks, I imagine he's really just horrified and doesn't know the words to express it. If he's going to be horrified, mother will be positively offended.

Perhaps I could be disowned~

If ONLY.

Once again, the rather long nights and the boredom spawned by them results in me going on and on and on. One day, one day when I'm dead and gone all my memoirs will be published under the heading, "Diaries of A Mad Elf Woman, or: The Effects of Long-Term Fel Exposure and the Madness that Results". I'll be a textbook case.

(( No, half the time I really DON'T know what she's going on about. Mental diawhatsis. ))

Tuhina:

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 20:24:13 GMT

Vengeance Landing is, well, typical of Forsaken. It's creepy and there are tons - I mean tons - of strange, bubbling cauldrons and containers. This is where I've been assigned, though, so I have to go along with it.

Grub said that they're dealing with the things that were used at the Wrath Gate here. That's a bit worrysome. I don't take off my gloves, I handle everything carefully, and when in doubt, set things on fire. That's been working well so far!

I was going to work on some theories in regard to migration here but I'm not sure what I should be studying, and the other thing I was going to study is really absurd so I won't. Grub was really frustrated with this Kishi girl. I'm sure he means well, but some kids seem to like going against what an adult says because it gets them the attention that they want or feel like they need.

I need to write more! Aaand I'd better get back to work.

Tuhina: Running with the Pack

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 21:23:21 GMT

I met with Mr. Tunatha last night, took my oath and I'm now a member of the Wolves. I haven't let go of the crystal since it was given to me. This is the real test and I swear I'll be a good soldier!

I got my outfit, now I need to figure out what to make for Grub to eat, like I promised. Better late than never, right?

I have so much work to do.

(( "And my player's a twit. :D" ))

Tuhina: Trolls and the Women That Love Them.

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 06:29:33 GMT

Dear Journal: Grub can be absolutely terrifying when he's angry, though I'm pretty well aware that I have yet to actually see him blow. I'm thankful for that. I think I'm lucky.

Men are infinitely more terrifying than women ever can be when they're angry; I was lucky in that I came from a family of patient, patient men who never once showed signs of temper, but I have seen a Troll's anger before and it is not pretty. I at least know that Grub won't turn it against me, but it's sobering to think that if he ever did --

Adel once remarked that the man could probably crush my skull in his hand.

Grub has had a difficult few days. He's very irritable, very tired, and was very lacking in clothing when I saw him today. I desperately wanted to drag him off and fuss over him but then I'd be turning into one of those girls that's really bloody irritating. Maybe he'd appreciate it, though, being fussed over? I don't know. I should try it and see.

I helped an older man, a Priest of the shadow, who had somehow ended up in Shattrath. He was looking to find some rather rare components for tailoring and I wound up taking him on a tour through Terokkar and into Shadowmoon Valley, where I convinced one of the local tailors to allow the purchase of one of his specialized recipes for our trouble. The priest, Holoki Akaula, was so impressed with my conduct that he made me an outfit. I don't think the man quite realized how scandalous it is.

There really isn't much to it. It's like the green one I have, but it's red, and I think Grub will appreciate it.

I wish I could find a hat to go with it, though.

I need to figure out what to cook for him. If I see him tomorrow, I may treat him sooner rather than later.

I love that man and I'm quite confident that things, for once, are going the right way.

"When are you two getting married?"!? I don't think -- (( Ink splatter ahoy! ))

I'll get into THAT later.

Tuhina: Down that road.

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 17:20:58 GMT

(( From last night! ))

He's going to war.

I was sitting by the pond outside Shattrath, taking a break from my work, when something swooped across the water in front of me. It was Grub on a Skyguard Nether Ray, I think it was. It was good to see him, and

He needed to get the creature from its place of storage in order to use it this evening as part of an attack on the walls of Icecrown. Reading some of these books in the Scryer library has revealed that it is something to do with the Lich King.

(( There's a big black blob here, so whatever was originally written was blotted out. ))

He will come back. He has to, he said he would, I promised him a meal and some rather special treatment for Winter's Veil. He can't die. He can't leave me. And he won't come back as some undead monstrosity he'll be fine.

It's funny, really, when I think about it. I'm about to delve into the same line of work, as a soldier of the Horde, and here I am fretting over Grub like a civilian. I think I know how my mother felt now, and understand, whenever father went to war. ~~But I swear if I turn into her I'm going to~~

I pray to whatever Gods will listen that my Grub comes back to me, safe and sound.

And now I'm going to go back to working around Nagrand. He's right when he says that, for now, the people here need help, too.

Tuhina: And now for something completely the same.

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 20:20:25 GMT

I'm finally finished with Zangarmarsh and am working in Nagrand. My goggles pick up all these little clouds and, when I'm not tossing curses at wildlife and ogres, I'm chasing these clouds about to suck the air out of them with this device I made. Really, I love tinkering. I've been spending far too much time sitting up at night, reading over schematics and trying out new things. I wish I could bring myself to try out a gun - I guess I'll have to settle for making them for Uncle Matojo and, eventually, Grub. Maybe. I don't know if they're his thing, though.

I've been reading more into the shadow.

There are things that you miss when you're concentrating on one thing over another, or when you're studying something that you have to and are, as a result, not paying a nether of a lot of attention. Somethings that I missed when trying to figure out Masamba and his problem. Magic is, inherently, an addictive substance, much like those dusts my people tend toward snorting or alcohol or cigarettes. It does things to people if they aren't paying attention or if they're not bright enough to catch it right away - kind of like him, really.

I can see why Shadow was so attractive to him, though. It's formidable. I deal with it a fair bit on my own, but what he was doing was far more concentrated - no Fel. No demons. Just pure Shadow energy.

It's worth studying, it really is.

I'm curious about what the Blue Dragonflight business is that Grub was talking about, though. I wonder if our scholars have anything on it? The Scryers probably don't bother looking beyond their own Tier - but Silvermoon, maybe there's someone about that's studying this already.

I don't want to leave Nagrand, though. Perhaps I'll have to write some letters later.

... Once I'm done fishing.

Tuhina:

Thu, 04 Dec 2008 18:54:52 GMT

Grub was able to get a little bit of time off and met with me in Garadar. It's nice seeing him. He put his hair back into a single braid, and my Gods, he has new armour - he looks great. Formidable. I'm lucky.

I don't know what it is about me and long hair - I like it. I like it a lot and I honestly didn't like when his hair was short.

Falling asleep on him was nice.

Grub gave me a rather odd warning - stay away from the Blue Dragons. They're up to something - stealing mages away? - so ... I'm glad he warned me. I mean, I'm not a mage anymore, but we all draw upon the Arcane in some way or another, so it still counts. I assured him I would stay away. Besides, what Blue Dragon would go all the way into Outland after an elf? That's silly. I'll be fine.

He couldn't look at me 'til I told him to when he was mentioning that, though. Is there more to it?

I have such, such work to be doing in Zangarmarsh still. I can't wait 'til I can get out of there and work somewhere else.

Tuhina: Tinkering Like It's Going Out of STYLE.

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 14:31:15 GMT

I'm studying curses again because I'm finding them more effective - frighteningly so - and continue to be amazed by how quickly things fall when I apply them just so. I like them a lot. I wouldn't want to be whatever they're cast upon, though, as that would be rather, erm, painful.

Phuu the Felhound has been working quite nicely, he obeys without question.

I'm still tapping out of habit, and I imagine next time Grub and I are together he'll get the full force of that (not that he's ever complained). The need isn't there anymore, but I can't help but do it anyway - it's satisfying. It still feels good.

I've been working tirelessly all bloody week and have managed to craft myself a wonderful pair of goggles. Mack Diver taught me the schematic and seemed quite impressed when I approached him while wearing them - he's my trainer, an odd Troll that can make all sorts of things that even I never would have thought of.

I haven't heard anything from anyone, really, but most that I know are off in Northrend. Grub did write, it seems that he's doing well and I'm very, very relieved that he hasn't been eaten by Scourge.

I can't wait to feel his arms around me again~

Looking back at that it seems rather silly!

Tuhina: OMGGGGGG

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 02:16:35 GMT

More damned Scourge! This time it's bloody dragons and abominations and and

I'm going to set them all on fire.

Tuhina: !

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:14:43 GMT

Oh my Gods.

Grub should sleep for a week more often (that sounds worse than what I mean). The downside is that walking is difficult, so I am glad that I had my initial interview beforehand.

I'm going to just lounge around for a day or two, that sounds wonderful.

His hair got so long, he braided it all and it looks very good. I let my hair down, too.

I have plenty of books I can read~

Tuhina: Disturbance at the Dawngarde Flat

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 18:37:55 GMT

Kombe has been sending me sheets of something called "vellum" that I have been enchanting and sending back to him. He, in turn, sends me the money from selling them. It's turning out to be lucrative!

Poor, poor, exhausted Grub. All seems quiet for now, at least, with the Scourge having retreated &etc and that. Um. I went back to Silvermoon to check in on Adel for a bit and to check on my letters.

Masamba has left his post and left the apartment with everything in it. I am going over today to work on clearing it out, because if he's not going to pay, I'm not going to keep it there - he just said "Take it, it's yours," and left, apparently. Delivered the keys to Adelrich in person, despite having never met the man before.

"You, you're her sister - I'm sorry, brother, take this. I'm not coming back. I hate this place."

Out of the two of us, Adel is the only one that likes that man. I still don't see what Juni sees in him! Then again, Adel also liked Blacksun - says a lot about him.

(( A letter to Juni! ))

Juni,

I don't want to bug you, but I'd like to let you know that Masamba has just up and left, though I'm sure you've noticed. I'm packing up his stuff and making use of my business partner's magic to send it back to the house. I'm not sure where he's gone, he didn't leave anything with me, though Adel did remark about him mentioning the Aldor.

For your sake I hope he's okay. I personally think he's a nutter and you should be careful, maybe a kick in the pants would help.

Love,

Tuie

(( The entry continues much later. ))

I read some of the books he was collecting.

For one, he's doing what I told him not to do - he's getting too deep into the Shadow, he's not treating it like a tool, not distancing himself. The volatility of that magic combined with his general instability, shitty self-esteem and his desperate grasping at control of any kind is just asking for Shit to Happen. I tried to help him for Juni, I failed, I can't help someone that doesn't want it - I just hope the idiot doesn't get himself killed or completely lose it.

Though, reading some of this is kinda disturbing.

I think he's already gone.

Tuhina:

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 20:31:30 GMT

I have never seen him like that.

My father always stated the importance of keeping his soldiers "fresh"; an exhausted man, he said, is a danger to himself and his fellows. Battles have been lost or won based upon how well-rested an army is - pushed too hard, they break. Not pushed enough, they're taken down without effort.

When you have soldiers that never need to rest, that can keep going regardless of the weather or how long they have been fighting, then throwing overtired men at them is just begging to have these poor souls added to the enemy's ranks.

When I happened upon Grub after contacting him through the device I gave him, he was... he was twitchy. He looked exhausted. He was irritable. I managed to get him out of the Undercity and the moment he saw more Scourge he bolted off after them and just kept killing and killing and killing; I managed to make him stop, we yelled at each other, and I convinced him to go with me to Nagrand.

I think he got it. I think it clicked. A man has to rest sometime, and if Grub didn't I'm afraid of what might have happened, I mean, it would've been so much easier for him to fall. "I'm not weak," he said, and I assured him that he'd get there quickly if he kept going as he was.

And well. Shattrath wasn't any better. It was worse. I lost him for a little while but yelled for him to meet me in the middle of the city and then I told him, "WE'RE RUNNING NOW" and now we're in Zangarmarsh.

I asked him, I asked him if, if they get me and I'm turned if he'd kill me and he just held me, really tight, and he promised it wouldn't happen but I'm worried, I mean, he's going to Northrend? I'll be going too and - who's to say it won't happen? Who's to say

He's fast asleep. Poor Grub, he was exhausted. I'm going to stay here with him as much as I can.

I just hope it's all over soon. Please please please please please.

A fucking costume party during an invasion?

Tuhina: ZOMBIIIIIIES

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 13:19:42 GMT

I woke up this morning to groaning and the sounds of people fighting outside the inn.

So, I staggered out to look and found ghouls wandering about and I nearly had a panic attack. They were attacking people ~~and eating th~~ and I

They probably would have gone for me but I cursed as many as I could and activated my hearthstone to get the nether out of there

It's like the Invasion all over again.

I'm not leaving the Tier. I'm going to write to Grub, I hope he's alright, and safe, and and and

Fuck this, I'm going to Silvermoon to talk to my trainer.

Sun help us.