Happy Easter!

  The Easter Bunny delivers to the Horde!

  I was pottering around outside Silvermoon City and found the prettiest little egg.  In fact, I found lots of pretty little eggs. Actually, I may have gone just a teeny bit overboard looking for them...

  Apparently it's possible to find a beautiful pink dress in them While I didn't manage that, I did find a lovely tuxedo shirt and pants for Calindrava. He was so nice about sending me that Spider Web Robe, I thought I'd reciprocate. I got him to send me a picture, too.

  Er... I'd like to say "doesn't he look nice," but really, Cal, did you have to make THAT gesture?

Spider Web Robe

There.  I said it was lovely.  ^_^

Much better!

  Ahhhh, lovely.  The Solstice Robe is very pretty, shows off the *ahem* better preserved parts of my anatomy, and covers up the kneecaps.  Perfect!

  Plus my dear little brother Cal sent me a Spider Web Robe, which is absolutely lovely.  I must sketch it later.  (And he says he doesn't do anything nice...)

Dawn over the Dead Scar

  Now isn't this just beautiful?

  Er... ignore the knees.

Eversong Woods

  I haven't headed down into the Ghostlands just yet, though I plan to soon.  I want to get used to the blood elves first, in what you might call their 'own environment'.  They're a fascinating people, but my goodness some of them are just as dark and depressed as the sillier - er, I mean gloomier - Forsaken.  Their laughs are scarier than ours, too.  And have you heard male blood elves cry?  That little "Ho hum" at the end is a trifle worrying.

  "Remember the Sunwell."  All right, I will... but just what exactly am I supposed to remember about it?  The fact that it got blown up?  Done.  Well, that was easy enough.

  "We will have justice!"  Excellent.  So will we!  Just leave Melissa out of it.

  Well, it's certainly interesting here, and I'm enjoying myself.  Besides, I may be dead but I haven't gone into rigor mortis yet, if you know what I mean... the eye candy is definitely of superior quality here.  And since I got myself a lovely Solstice Robe (which shows off some of the, er, better preserved parts of my anatomy) I've seen quite a few of the men around here checking me out.  Equal opportunity flirting, heh!

Wonderful!

  I can't believe it!  My baby brother has joined us!

  Little Cal sent me a message from Deathknell last night.  After I died, he worked out what happened to me and decided to follow.  He says he caught the Undead Plague on purpose!  Now, that's the sort of focus and determination that we Forsaken need if you ask me...

  I'm a little far away now, up in Eversong Woods with the Blood Elves, but I was able to send him back a note and my best wishes.  He says he'll turn up some time when I'm least expecting it to say 'hi' in person and show off his new minions.  Turns out he has talent as a warlock, who would have guessed?

Moving on

  I haven't seen Melissa (my still-human friend) again, but then I haven't been hunting Scarlet Annoyances.  I think I may have found another reason why she joined them, though.  Jamie Nore, her cousin, is here in Brill.

  Hopefully Melissa has reconsidered her new career as a hunter of undead and gone home to Goldshire.  After all, Jamie and I don't need avenging!  I'm perfectly happy - if anything, I'm happier than I was when I was alive - and Jamie seems quite content working for Magistrate Sevren.

  In any case, I'll be leaving Tirisfal Glades soon.  Now that the Scourge infesting the Agamand Mills have been temporarily decimated (I have no illusions that the situation is stable), I'm told that I am needed elsewhere.  I don't really have anything better to do, so it's off to Silverpine Forest for me... for now, at least; I met a Blood Elf today, and her stories of how we Forsaken and her people are cooperating in the Ghostlands were fascinating!  (And the Ghostlands themselves sound like a home away from home!)

Fancy Meeting You Here...

  By rights, I should be feeling traumatised right now, but instead I seem to be merely amused.

  I met someone tonight who I used to know... when I was alive, that is.  She was actually quite a good friend of mine.  We did all the standard silly 'girl things' together as we grew up; traded clothes, did each other's hair, giggled over boys.  She's the one who taught me how to put my hair up in the neat little twist I still use.  I became a priest and she became a mage, and then I died.  I remember that she'd just completed her first month of apprenticeship when the Undead Plague reached our village.

  Despite the fact that I caught it and she obviously didn't, I suppose she must have found it far more traumatic than I did, since I can't imagine her joining the Scarlet Crusade otherwise.  Perhaps she joined them to 'avenge' my death?  That would be delightfully ironic, now wouldn't it?

  Whatever the reason, I looked up from looting a body... er... well I'd been ordered to kill them, hadn't I?  No sense in leaving their belongings behind if I can get some use out if them... and there she was, staring at me.  She obviously recognised me, since instead of charging up a firebolt she was just standing there with a horrified expression on her face.  (Note to self: undeath obviously makes one far more mentally resilient than the living.  All I wanted to do was laugh.)

  So I waved.  I would have said hello, but I've discovered that now that I'm dead I seem to be unable to speak or understand Common, which is an interesting change.  And she ran away.

  I find myself faced with a bit of a dilemma, now.  I don't seem to retain any strong emotional ties to my former life - obviously, or I wouldn't be enjoying my undeath as much as I am - but I do feel a sort of mild fondness towards my old friend.  I certainly don't plan to kill her myself, Scarlet Annoyance or no Scarlet Annoyance, and I think I'd be mildly distressed if I found out that someone else had disposed of her.  Perhaps I should put up some "Not Wanted" posters around Undercity?  Put an anti-bounty on her head, and pay for it to stay on her body?  I've made a little money from cooking recipes lately, I could afford a few silver at least...

  Perhaps I'll run into her again.  That would be nice.

Zzzz...

  Today's best discovery: coffins are surprisingly comfortable to sleep in.

Bony knees again.

  Oh dear.

  I did indeed learn some new tailoring patterns in time to replace the robe Dark Cleric Beryl gave me before it wore out completely, but... no robes.  It's back to the bony knees.

  Botheration.

  I'm actually rather embarrassed by the knees, which is silly.  Every other Forsaken in existence seems to have the same 'problem', my elbows don't really bother me, and I've accepted cannibalising corpses to heal myself without a flinch.  So why does the sight of my exposed patellas send me looking for new clothes, or at least a bush to hide them behind?

  Ah well.  At least I've also learned how to make a pretty blue kilt.  It's not very practical for adventuring purposes, but I'm darned well going to change into it every time I set foot in a town!

Undercity at last.

  I had to take a message to the Undercity, so I finally got to see our capital city.  Green slime running in the canals, shambling abominations patrolling the corridors, skulls carved everywhere... I felt immediately at home!

  I really like it here.  Of course, I'm sure my opinion would have been very different when I was alive, but I'm not any more, now am I?  Death has certainly worked some changes.  And why should I regret it?  I have a whole new unlife to enjoy and I'm doing it.  I don't see why more Forsaken don't.  If they would just loosen up and admit that being a free-willed undead is fun, there'd be a lot less drama and angst around!

  (Of course, very few people appreciate it when someone points out that their quiet little angst-fest is a tad overdone.  Must remember that.)

Scarlet Annoyances.

  Well, as expected, I'm being sent against the Scarlet Crusade now.  Honestly, some of them deserve to die.  They're trying to take Lordaeron back from us, they know they're a short walk from the Undercity and our main forces, they know that we're trying to hunt them from our land just as they're trying to get rid of us... and they still wander off alone.  Then, when I sneak up on them, they don't even try to run off and get their friends!

  Silly humans.

Pumpkins?!

  Pumpkins?

  I'm supposed to frighten humans by stealing their pumpkins?!  What do I have to do next, carve scary faces in them and put them back in the field?  Put one on my head and run around going "wooOOOoooOOOOoooo"?  Light preserve us, we're terrifying shambling undead monsters and missing pumpkins are the best threat we can come up with?!

  Later:

  Ah.  Well.  All right, the pumpkins did end up being scary.

Sigh.

  Oh dear.  Green blood AND terribly, terribly bony knees.  I didn't even realise until I changed into a vest after my thin old robe got too torn to keep.  Ah well, Cleric Beryl has given me a new robe, so they're properly covered up again... the knees are a reason to keep up with my sewing, I suppose.  I'll want to be able to make myself a new robe whenever my outfit needs replacing; I won't want to be left with nothing but what I can loot and find that everything I can loot is showing my superfluous joints.

  (Beryl.  What an odd name for a man!)

  And why is it that my knees (and elbows, I see) are nothing but bone?  I'm quite well-preserved elsewhere, I'm happy to say.  *ahem*

Yuck!

  I bleed GREEN now?!  Ugh!

  It didn't occur to me until after I was wounded to wonder if I would heal, or if I would need to turn my tailoring skills on myself and stitch things together.  I had a horrible moment, thinking that, but as it turns out I can heal myself.  I've never been so grateful for priestly spells.

  Green blood.  Ew.  Well, at least it's all back in my veins where it belongs, now.  But I don't think my heart is actually beating, so why hasn't it all clotted?

  Something to wonder about after I finish disposing of these Scourge, I suppose.

First steps.

  I've been given a task, to kill some Scourge, but there are so many others working on that and frankly I don't feel quite up to it yet.  I don't think anyone will mind if I do my part a little later.  I'm still getting used to the idea that I'm now one of the Forsaken.

  Forsaken.  I learnt that name by speaking to the others here in Deathknell.  I don't think humans - living humans - even realise that there's a difference between the Forsaken and the Scourge.  Of course, the Forsaken were Scourge, originally, but they're completely separate now.  Apparently a lot of undead now wake up Forsaken, free-willed, instead of being Scourge first and then breaking free.

  I don't think I was Scourge.  I'm not sure.  I'm told we don't always remember being Scourge.

  'We'.  'We' are undead.  'We' are Forsaken.  I am Forsaken.

  I'd better make up my mind to get used to the idea.  It's not as if I can just decide I don't like it here and move to Stormwind.

  I think I'll go have a look at those Scourge.

Awakening

  My goodness.

  I'm not dead.  --That is to say, I am dead, but I don't seem to have stopped.

  This is unexpected.