Another guildmate

  This is Calvinn. He's... um... well, I think 'enthusiastic' would be the best description for him! He can laugh at just about anything, even when nobody else can see the funny side. I mean, I'm usually cheerful, but Calvinn outdoes me easily. I'm sure I'll like him once I get used to him, but right now he just bewilders me!

  Here he is with his pet scorpid Kleinn. I asked him if Kleinn's name meant anything, and he laughed, and then gave me several different reasons at once! First he said it went with his own name, and then he said something about bottles, and then he said something about 'a little night music', and -- well, I didn't get the joke. As scorpids go Kleinn is very pretty, though.

  (Calvinn has a very elegant tiger as a pet, too, but I haven't found out his name yet. It's probably another joke...)

Mal'jashi and his pet

See? Isn't she just the most adorably creepy darling?

We're in a guild!

  I've made a lot of friends in Silvermoon City as I pass through for training or to buy something at the auction house, and now Calindrava and I have been invited to a guild! It's very small, but it's nice to have a little conversation, and our guildmistress is lovely. She seems to spend all her time at the auction house and bank, but it means we have lots of gold to play with...

  I have pictures of a few of my guildmates! The dark-haired elf is Lady Celanoine, our guildmistress; the blond elf is Jhenova, a frost mage (she tries to act cold and aloof, but once you get to know her she's really sweet - and I think she has a crush on the guitarist from Level 70 Elite Tauren Chieftain!); and there's a troll named Mal'jashi, a hunter, who has the most adorably creepy pet ever!

What do they do with them?

Goodness, it's been a while.  I do apologise - my trainer insisted I had to pass an exam before he would teach me any more spells.  *sigh*

I'm back to helping out in Tranquillien again, and just today I went looking for Ranger Valanna.  She seems to be a very sweet girl, but... well... do try not to get on her bad side, hmm?  Before she would accept any help getting home (dragging her slightly-kooky Lieutenant by the scruff of the neck, no doubt), she insisted that I get her something.

Ears.  Troll ears, to be precise.  I believe she said something about making a necklace.  Far be it from me to criticise her taste in personal adornment, but I don't think it's going to go with her complexion.  Still, you could say that we Forsaken know a little bit about obsession and revenge, so I was happy to comply with her request.

That is, until I found out how long it was going to take.

I thought it was going to be easy!  She wanted six ears.  It seemed quite obvious that all I would need to do would be to kill three trolls, take two ears from each, and voila!  One rather icky necklace.  Perhaps four trolls, if one of them turned out to have suffered a tragic childhood accident and only had one.  But no!  Do those Zeb'Sora trolls chew each others' ears off as a game?  Do they practice strange ear-mutilation rituals as part of their religion?  About one in three had ONE ear.  And then there were the ones where I smote their ears off.  I wasn't aware Smite had the power to destroy ears.  I think I fried a couple off with my wand, too.  To add insult to injury, there were at least two perfectly good ears that I accidentally ruined when I tried to cut them off.  I'm a tailor, not a skinner, and scissors just don't do as good a job as a knife...

By the end of it I was tempted to sneak across westwards to An'telas, where I know there are plenty of night elves, all of which have two perfectly good ears.  Troll ears and night elf ears are very similar, as you may have noticed, and I thought it would be easier to harvest ears if everything I was killing started out with ears - the smiting and wanding and oops-chopped-that-one-in-half accidents couldn't slow things down too far then.  I decided not to in the end, because Valanna might have been able to tell (by the smell, if nothing else), and I didn't want her to decide that a couple of Forsaken ears would make a nice addition to her jewellery...

*giggle*

  Heeheehee. I don't know why Calindrava dear doesn't like his new outfit, honestly...

  I seem to have cheered up!

(Edit: I've added a picture for Ratshag dear to giggle at. See? Nothing wrong with it! Cal says he looks like a farm hick, but I say he looks absolutely *giggle* precious.)

Poor ghosts!

  *sigh* Nobody said doing the right thing was always fun.

  Undead scourge spider-thingies? I'm happy to kill them. Gargoyles and black wraiths? Most certainly.

  ...Lost, confused ghosts of high elves who don't even seem to realise that they're dead? I'm not so enthusiastic about that, really. Yes, it needed to be done, and yes, I can hope that death has released them to whatever afterlife high elves hope for, but what I really wanted to do was to find some way to wake them up... some way to give them back their free will so that they could join us, join the Forsaken, and fight back against the ones who killed them instead of mindlessly doing their bidding.

  I'm not happy tonight. Even the cute little spiders can't make me smile.

*Sigh*

  I really don't understand Calindrava sometimes. He sold the tuxedo. Sold it. Gloated about it, quite rudely I might add. And then... with the money he made from selling the tuxedo...

  ...he bought me all the patterns so that once I can sew well enough, I can make tuxedos. He can be such a brat one moment, and then so sweet!*

  I've begun working in Tranquillien now, and my goodness the Blood Elves do need help down here. They're working terribly hard themselves to try to clear the Scourge out of their lands - I'm pleased to note that everyone here is well aware of what needs to be done. It's one thing to refuse to be depressed by circumstances, and another to willfully ignore the true state of affairs the way some Blood Elves further north do. I met one young girl, living alone, who simply refused to believe that anything truly bad could have happened, and then there was that lord presiding over his never-ending party... In any case, everyone here in the Ghostlands is doing their part and refusing to despair.

  And oh, the Ghostlands! Oh my! The atmosphere! I get happy tingles up my spine whenever I look around at the clouded sky, the darkened scenery, the little scuttling spiders underfoot... it's beautiful! Once, in Stormwind - ah, back when I was alive, that is - I heard a gnome talking about "ideal environments" and "personal niches". I still don't understand everything she was talking about (what's "fung shway"?), but I think I've found my ideal environment!

* I'm still going to paddle his rear for selling the tuxedo. I don't care if he's a big scary warlock now, he's still my bratty little brother!