Ellorian sat at the bench beside his bed at the inn at Farwatcher’s Glen in Stonetalon. The sun was only just beginning to peak up over the horizon. He dipped his quill in the inkwell and began to write.
I’ve ventured from the library and beyond the courtyards at long last. I wished only to find Aerrissa, the common woman I fell in love with a few centuries ago.
She is gone. She had twins. I’ve had a chance to meet with them both. They look like me. There is no question in my mind that they are my sons.
I met Jaellynn first. He had the most dreadful contraption on his face. I didn’t ask about it, but I assume there must be a reason. Perhaps it covers a horrible wound. I didn’t want to embarrass him. I should ask his sister. He brought with him his mate Tathariel, whom he said he has known for about six months. I apparently have an adopted grandson named Relanos whom is about seven months old. Jaellynn and Tathariel are both druids, although he is dead. He did say it makes it more difficult. I still don’t fully understand how being dead but living works. I never found necromancy of much interest to begin with, but I do find it fascinating that someone managed to… I suppose perfect the technique wouldn’t be quite what I’m looking to say. It is horrifying at the same time. I am unsure how to feel about it. On one hand, I am thankful for the chance to get to know him. On the other, I wonder how different he is now compared to before.
I am worried that he doesn’t like me. I suppose he may be angry that I was not able to be there for him while he was growing up. It could be quite a shock for him that I’m a highborne elf. He was quite rude during our visit with each other. The looks, the whispers, the grunts and the general disinterest in speaking to me, made me wish I hadn’t tried to make contact with either of them. I remember wondering if this is how a dead one reacts, what will the living one do?
We spoke for quite a while although, most of the conversation was with his mate while he sat there fidgeting and mumbling. They said Darnassus wasn’t very safe, that there were dangerous things in the city. They said they met when they were sent on an assignment together and he killed four orcs. He explained how he’s dead, but still has most of his senses. His fingertips are numb. He can be killed again.
His mate said I could visit to see the baby sometime. Jaellynn seemed to be not so thrilled. He mentioned a couple times that I was supposed to be a druid.
He seemed eager to leave. I hope it was the location and not me. I don’t wish to alienate either of them now that we’ve met.
I met Jaeyn the next night. I’ve figured out, I think, that boy is a big dreamer, along with his mate, Vassanta. I suppose that makes them good for each other. She’s what they call a draenei. She’s from Outland or Draenor. They couldn’t agree on what to call it. For all I know, they made that up too. They claimed to be the king and queen of some islands there but then said there is no water, and they need to build things yet. For some reason they’re also looking for orbs to put ogres inside.
Other claims they made: Jaeyn used to be a commander. They met because he had a box. I can’t hunt with them because I don’t have the right armor.
I’m not sure if they stole the rocket or not. They seem like good kids, just very imaginative. Imagination is a good thing as long as one does not forget reality. Without imagination there would never be anything new. No one would have learned to harness arcane energies because they could not have imagined it being done. No one would have learned to use the light to heal because they would not have imagined it being done. I hope the rocket is theirs.
They also said there were strange things going on in Darnassus. I decided then not to stay another night. I had been hoping to meet Kelanori and Terivanis. I had heard so much about them. I headed off to Stonetalon then. I found they live just south of an ongoing battle.
Kelanori looks so much like her mother. A little shorter, but I swear they are nearly identical otherwise. She seems to dislike when I mention the resemblance.
Terivanis… His mother’s description, more than accurate. Short, grouchy, very opinionated. He seemed amused by the fact that I’m highborne, then suddenly became very serious and excused himself. Now he refuses to speak with me.
I went north to the battle shortly after arriving here. I wished to assist the efforts. I was doing fine casting a few fire spells onto the Horde’s wooden war vehicles, although some seemed more flammable than others. That is, until a female troll jumped out of the bushes not 10 yards away. A sentinel was quick about dispatching the troll, but it was so frightenly ugly that I did take a few steps back. I fell. I twisted my ankle. I hobbled away from the battlefield with my not so glorious war wound.
Kelanori was at the moonwell at the town with a couple of the draenei people. One of them looked like Vassanta. It was her twin sister, Vajarra. The other one was named Phaa. They are both staying at the inn as well. There are a lot of the wolf people in the town but I haven’t had to speak to any save the innkeeper to get a bed. I sat at the moonwell with them for a short time, but they insisted I should go elevate it in bed, which wound up being horribly boring even with the book on recent history to occupy me. I hope I can find a book in Darnassian about the naaru. I’d like to see one someday, but first I want to get to know my sons better.