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The Draft

Sorrahn Dawnstrike frowned as he started reading the letter he had just received.  He had orders to return to Silvermoon with his aspirants, to report in as soon as possible with only a week deadline to do so.  The official looking part of the letter looked to be all in order, and didn’t give much information as to why.  A note attached explained a little more.  They were going to Orgrimmar.  Sorrahn cringed at the thought.  He had no love for orcs, but according to the letter they would be fighting them.  At least there was that.  He wouldn’t have to fight alongside them, except maybe a few rebels. Apparently, the orc warchief had done something or other to upset the other savages they had aligned themselves with, and that half-blind idiot of a ranger left in charge of the sin’dorei felt it was a good idea to go to help the others.  A common ranger should have never been left in charge.  Sorrahn’s ear twitched as he sat to write his reply.

Blood Knight Captain Delanel Morningray,

Thank you for your additional letter explaining the situation.  My aspirants are almost finished with training.  I was going to give them a couple of weeks before their final test, however, with your news, I will speed up the plan, and return with them to report for duty early next week.

Also, I was wondering if any battle mages will be needed?  I’m sending along the address of one whom I personally know here in Shattrath.  He has training and experience, but was presumed captured or dead in Dalaran until I found him here.

– Blood Knight Captain Sorrahn Dawnstrike


Vessen and Nessna Amberlight had heard the rumors, but it was still a shock when they both received the letters.  Nessna had hoped the orcs would have worked out their own problems by now, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen.  They were both to report to Silvermoon and would be leaving in a few weeks time.

Nessna held their baby boy, Rylad.  She had just finished feeding him when Vessen brought the letters inside.  “What are we going to do?  We can’t leave him with Marsieth.  Not for that long.”

Marsieth would have been Nessna’s first choice, if she didn’t think the woman would already be overwhelmed with requests.  She watched many of the ranger’s children.  Nessna didn’t want Rylad to lack attention. Marsieth was good with children, but she couldn’t possibly take them all in full-time.

“My father works in his shop all day.  I don’t think he can watch a baby.  Yara has returned to the rangers in Silvermoon, and Xyliah…”  Vessen shrugged, “I think my father knows where she is, but I doubt leaving him with her would be a good idea.  What about your family?  Maybe your mother could take care of him.”

Nessna raised a brow.  “She would only be good for a short-term solution.  We’ll be gone more than a few days.  Besides, the last I heard from Lani, my mother and father are still arguing.  I don’t really want to expose him to that.”

“One of your sisters then?”

“Not Vallindra.  Lani and Esladra still live at home, so that would be no better than sending him to my mother.  Aranae isn’t answering letters again, so I can’t even ask her to.”

Vessen frowned in thought for a moment.  After a short pause he asked, “What about your brother?”

Nessna frowned as well.  “Well, if I had to choose between leaving him with my mother or him, I’d choose him.  He has apprentices, but has the advantage of teaching at home.  I don’t think he’s very familiar with how much work is involved with babies though.”

“I’d rather leave him with family than a stranger.  Why don’t you write a letter to him and ask to visit?  That way, we can ask him to watch him and show him how to take care of him.” Vessen smiled slightly, reassuring Nessna a little, “I’ll take Rylad to put him down for his nap.”


Isturon Lightmist had enjoyed his week-long visit with his son in the Ghostlands.  While he wasn’t really looking forward to returning to Silvermoon, he and his daughter both had patients scheduled for Monday morning.  It was one morning he hoped Verisna would stay out of the office.  It was tiring to constantly be on the lookout for her.  He took it as a good sign that she hadn’t returned from her trip yet when they arrived home.

He didn’t doubt that his wife would have had time, even while on vacation, to work on finding someone for Lani to marry.  He had been doing his best to protect her.  Most of the families that Verisna had mentioned were full of rich snobs.  After giving in last year to an arrangement that Verisna planned for their son, and watching it fail, he felt it may be better to let them choose their own.  Lani seemed to have other ideas, insisting that he choose someone for her, though Isturon was sure that she simply asked that because she felt pressured.

It was while in the Ghostlands visiting his son the past week that an alternative solution was brought up.  Lani could move.  Hethurin’s estate had more than one unused building on it.  True, most of them needed repairs badly, but it could be done.  She could open her own office, and live in her own home in the Ghostlands.  The town needed a healer, and it would get her away from her mother, as well as the pressure to marry.  She could focus on work, and take the time she needed for personal relationships.  She just needed to be convinced that it was a good thing.

After they ate a quick breakfast, he sent Lani to open the office in the front of the home as he went to pick up the mail.  It was rare that he was able to do so.  Verisna would normally get the mail before anyone else, but with no one being home the past week, it had piled up.  Isturon looked through the more personal-looking mail first.  Nothing had arrived from Aranae yet.  He wished he had been able to talk to her longer at Vallindra’s wedding, but he had been too busy trying to keep Verisna from making a scene.  He wondered if Aranae hadn’t been getting their letters.  Surely, she would have had time to write by now.  Perhaps it was time to try writing to the pandaren teaching her, and see if they were able to reply.

He went through the rest of the mail.  Most of it was business related, and would need to be taken to the office.  One of the more official-looking letters caught his eye.  He took it out of the pile and opened it.  He frowned as he read it.  Healers were needed.  The letter didn’t say much about when and where, but he had heard rumors about the orcs.  He twitched an ear and re-read the letter.  Two healers were known to work at the address.  One was required to go.

He picked up the other letters and headed towards the office.  Lani would need to take his patients.  Convincing her to move would have to wait until he got back.  Hopefully, he wouldn’t be gone too long.


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Yappy sat on the hill near the camp outside of the old draenei temple.  At first glance, it appeared that he was looking off into the distance, lost in thought.  What he was really doing was watching the events inside the temple, through his master’s eyes.  He worried.  As an imp, he was low on the chain.  Being bound to the elf summoner was much safer than being subject to the abuse of larger, more powerful demons.  If his master died, he would have to return.  He much preferred the protection of being bound to the elf, and did his best to please, even if it was difficult when master told him to shut up.

He stood suddenly.  He could see the blond summoner return to the large room.  They were going to try to go.  Yappy clapped his hands in delight.  Master had been stuck in the room.  As he and the other summoners were sneaking around the old temple, some fighting started that blocked the way out of one of the hallways.  Yappy watched as all of the summoners grabbed their things and made their way up and out the hall.  The fighting had moved down another corridor.

“Go!  Yes!  Go!” Yappy shouted aloud.

The blood knight, the archer and Zorrot, the other imp, turned to look at him.  Yappy had been left with them to provide an additional way of communication.  Master had also instructed Yappy to help protect the group, especially the blood knight.  He was master’s friend.

“They’re out!  They’re out!” Yappy skipped around in a circle around the others.  “They’re out of the room!  Go around fighting!”

Zorrot started hopping around behind Yappy, joining in the celebration as the archer and the blood knight watched.

“They’re out?” Master’s friend asked as he stood, and looked towards the temple.  His long golden hair swung with his movements, and his heavy armor clanked as he turned.

“Not out the temple.  Out of the room.  They go past!”  Yappy chattered excitedly.

“Oh.”  Master’s friend sat back down with a frown. “When are they going to get out?”

“Stone leads again.  They follow–  Oh!  Shiny!”

Master’s friend blinked.  “Shiny?”

“Treasure!  Gold!  Take it, Master!  Take it all!”  Yappy started skipping around the camp again.  “Get rid of empty bottles.  Make more space.  Broken glass, watch where you step!  There’s another there!  Take it too!”

Master’s friend stared at Yappy a bit oddly.  The archer did too.  Zorrot stood off to the side, rubbing his hands together greedily.

“We’re rich!  We’re rich!”  Yappy continued chatting, “The stone still leads.  The stone makes us rich!  Follow it!  Girls take jewelry.  Very pretty!”

The elves went back to sitting at the camp and quietly discussing something between themselves as Yappy continued watching his master.  They stopped talking and looked up the moment Yappy stopped.  He took a few steps back.  “What is it?  A portal.  Is it safe?”

“What’s happening?”  Master’s friend asked.  “Where are they?”

“They’re at the top,” Yappy pointed towards the old draenei building, “The top of the temple.  There’s something there.  They discuss now.  The stone pulls.  Master wary.  It’s a soulwell.  It wants to go there.  There’s a portal.  They discuss–”

Yappy’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open for a moment before sputtering, “She takes it!”  Immediately after speaking, he started cowering close to the ground.  “Not good.  Not good.  Not good at all.”  He pulled his ears around over his eyes, “Can’t watch!”

Zorrot, too, cringed closely to the ground.  The elves looked at each other again.  Master’s friend spoke, “You have to watch.  What’s happening?  What isn’t good!”

“She takes it!”  Yappy yells again.  “She takes it and puts it there and says it’s time to go, but there’s someone there now.  They try to banish him, but he’s too strong!  He uses the portal.  Not good.  Not good!”  Yappy cowered, crouching close to the ground again.  He screamed, “Aaaargh!  Pitlord!  Master, no!  No die.  He’s gonna die.  He’s gonna die!”

Master’s friend grabbed his sword.  The archer looked towards the top of the temple, a deep frown settling on his face.  Zorrot threw himself to the ground and covered his head with his hands.

Yappy uncovered his eyes.  “Oh! Oh! Oh! False alarm!  Embersun controls pitlord.  Answers to him now.  Other guy angry!  Master burn him!  Hurts him, but not a lot.  Keep trying!  Burn more! Pitlord hit him!”  He punched his fist into his other hand.

“Are they in trouble?  Do they need help?”  Master’s friend demanded.  “Who’s burning who and why?  There’s a pitlord up there?”

“Master burns the–  Aaaaagh!  So many!  Fire everywhere.  Felfire.  Fireballs.  Imps.  So many.  How?”  Yappy paused briefly to look at the temple.  It did look like there was something going on top.  An eerie green glow flickered intermittently with the orange glows.  He pointed, “Fires. They’re going to die.  They’re going to die.  No!  They’re alive!  Master teacher takes care of imps.”

Zorrot pounded the ground with his fist as the two elves continued to look towards the temple.  They could see the fires too.

“Noooo!”  Yappy screamed, “More at the portal.  Felhunters.  They’re going to die!”  Yappy threw himself to the ground again.  “Can’t watch master die.  They’re going to die.  The felhunters come for him.  He tries to slow them with fire.  They like magic.  They eat magic.  They eat Master!  Master is dying!”  Yappy wailed loudly.

Master’s friend started out of the camp and towards the temple.  The archer grabbed his arm, “Don’t go.  You’ll just get yourself killed too.”  The archer glanced up at the top of the temple as he continued, “They may survive, and they may need our help after.  We’ll wait until they contact us with the mirrors, or a calmer imp.”

Yappy rolled around on the ground, continuing to cry.  He stopped suddenly, standing up to clap.  “Skelvegen kills them!  He kills the felhunters.  He takes the axe and cuts away the tendrils and then kills them!  Oh–  Oh no.  He goes to the portal again.  Aaaaugh!  Doomguard!  Master burns the guy.  Master getting tired.  They’re going to die!  No, the doomguard is banished!  The other guy is tired too.  They do more fire spells.  The pitlord hits him!  He falls to the ground!”  Yappy paused briefly, watching the events play out through his master’s eyes before relaying what was happening to the others.  “There’s someone else.  She comes and banishes the other.  She takes some of his power.  It’s safe to have some, not all.  It’s safe.  Take some, she says.  She thanks for help to banish him.”

“Are they okay?”

Yappy nodded, “Yes! They want to get out now.”

The elves sat to wait as Yappy began jabbering on about gold and power.

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Hethurin’s Notes

  • I’m learning chronomancy from a dragon.  I know I probably shouldn’t even write that, but I have notes in my other book on my lessons, and I keep my personal notes locked up in the same place, so I guess it doesn’t matter so much.  I don’t think anyone can get to them to read them in the first place!

  • The weird part is that I’m still his teacher.  We’ve decided, that for the time being, it’s better if he appears to be my apprentice, instead of the other way around.  So he still comes to the morning lesson with Des.  I’m a bit worried about that as well.  I’ve seen the way she looks at him.  She’s not very subtle at all.  It’s not like I can tell her to stop flirting with the dragon.

  • Anyway, after the morning lesson, Des goes to practice in her practice room, and I meet with Renner to have my lesson.  He’s patient, but I can tell he sometimes is a bit frustrated with my limitations.  I’m sure to improve.  I’ve already seen some of the things my future self can do..  I practice when I can, which has been a little difficult with my father and sister visiting this week.

  • The visit is going well.  My father and I have been fishing together a lot.  I didn’t know he liked fishing so much!  We went to Booty Bay the first night, and since, we’ve gone to Northrend and just outside of Silvermoon.  We’ve also went to the spot on the shore below the house.  Without a portal, you would have to climb down rocks or go all the way around to get there, so it’s really quiet there.

  • We’ve had some time to talk anyway.  He’s worried about things at home.  He insists that nothing is my fault.  He keeps saying he should have done things differently, and that he’s sorry.  He really likes talking about what I want to do with the house, and the future of the school and everything.  He says he’s proud of me, and that he wants to see me succeed and realize my dreams.

  • We’ve talked a little about other things too.  Mother, the Ghostlands in general, the possibility of visiting him in Silvermoon, and my trips with my apprentices.  Things like that.

  • Lani and Des went to Silvermoon to a party.  I was surprised.  I didn’t think Lani would want to go to something like that, but I guess she’s looking for a husband or something.  She’s really freaked out about it because mother is looking for her.  I don’t blame her.  She said she’s asked father to look for someone to arrange something for her, but he won’t, so I guess that’s what convinced her to go.

  • I don’t think it went as planned.  They didn’t get back until the next day.  Father was worried sick about Lani all night.  I had retired early that night and didn’t know until morning, or I would have teleported to go look for them.  I did ask Renner to go with them though, so I’m sure a dragon could keep two elf women safe.  Mostly, I wanted to make sure Des didn’t do anything that her parents would kill me for.  She is in my care right now, and I know elves at that age hate admitting that they’re under anyone’s care.  I felt sending Renner would be the more subtle way of keeping an eye on her.  I thought it might be good for him too because even though he looks like an elf, he has trouble acting like one sometimes.  He doesn’t understand elf customs like marriage.  Anyway, he had a chance to observe other elves.

  • I guess Des got a guy’s address.  Lani had a key to the house in Silvermoon, so they stayed there that night.  Des missed her lesson in the morning, and Lani came back almost crying and wanting to speak with father right away.

  • So they went to talk, I went to my lesson with Renner, and I hope Des got some practice in.  Anyways, I find out after my lesson that they’ve been looking for me.  I still think we should stop time for my lesson so that my afternoon disappearance isn’t noticed so easily, but Renner says no.  I think he’s afraid that adding a couple of hours to each day would mess up my sleep.  Maybe there’s something else too that he isn’t telling me.  I suppose I’ll learn why eventually, or maybe it really is just my sleep.

  • Tik was the one who told me that my father was looking for me.  I went to meet with him in the sitting room.  He told me about Lani, and thought it was a good idea if I spent some time with her this week too.  I had to go to Silvermoon anyway to check on the robes I had ordered, so I asked her to go with me.

  • All the times that people have told me that I talk a lot, I wonder if they ever met Lani on one of her days like this.  She was all over the place.  I managed to figure out the main ideas.

  • First: She thinks all men are staring at her boobs.  I told her that’s impossible.  Not all men like boobs.  It is a bit silly of her to think that.  I didn’t call her silly, but I did try to convey that I think she’s wrong.  It’s not like she has much of a chest anyways.

  • Second: She’s really freaked out that mother is looking for someone to marry her.  I mean, really freaked out.  She’s panicking about it.  I can’t really say I blame her.

  • Third:  Father has been refusing to meet the men that mother picks out, so it kind of stops it right there.  She’s afraid of mother finding a way around getting his approval though.  I can understand that as well.  Mother would do something like that.

  • Fourth: Father isn’t looking for someone for her.  This is where I stop understanding.  What’s so wrong with finding someone yourself?  That’s what father wants her to do, but she keeps saying she can’t and that she doesn’t know how to pick.  Does father know any better?  His and mother’s marriage was arranged.  He’s never picked anyone before, well besides Xy, and that was mostly mother’s doing too.  Anyway, we know how that worked out.

  • But then, she says if father picked out a man for me, maybe we’d still be together.  Maybe.  If he wanted to live in the Ghostlands.  Maybe.  Besides, I can’t see father doing that.

  • But that’s not even the weird part.  After she explains all of that, she goes on and on about how father isn’t going to do anything and she might as well go to mother and marry whoever she picks.  I told her that’s not a good idea.  Then she goes into how since father isn’t going to, and I’m the only other male relative, then I should!  Me!  She wants me to pick her husband because father won’t and she doesn’t trust mother’s judgement.

  • I told her I want her to pick her own.  She started crying.  I finally agreed to look.  I don’t know how to look for a husband either, so I don’t know what she’s really expecting.

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Lanthiriels Diary

Dear Diary,

The party was a disaster.  I’ve never been so embarrassed before.  And they were all looking.  I can still feel their eyes on me.  I never want to go back, but at the same time, I have to.  If mother finds someone for me then things will be even worse!  I hope Des’s mother knows of another party soon.  Maybe the boys at the next one will be right.

We arrived at this one on time.  There were three men we talked to.  One of them kept shoving wine in my face.  I don’t drink!  I just wanted water.  No one seemed to understand that.  Finally, near the end of the night, he went and found the kitchen to get some water.  You’d think I asked him to travel to Northrend or something!  He was the one who said he was a ranger too, but Lin said he wasn’t.  I don’t know.  He was carrying around a bow strapped to his back like he was something.  He was way too young for me anyway.

The second one was also young.  He might have been crazy too.  He was wearing a mask and a robe and said he was a Dalaran mage.  I thought that was kind of insensitive given that a lot of people lost family members there recently.  He went and got rabbit ears then.  He was funny, but I don’t think I want to marry a crazy guy just because he makes me laugh, and again, he was way too young.

The third guy was older, and is a builder.  He was fit, and very shy.  He hardly spoke all night.  He looked to be closer to my age, but he also had a slight resemblance to my brother, except the muscles.  Still, it was enough that it would really creep me out to even try to kiss him.  That’s not even mentioning that he lives and works on Quel’Danas.  I don’t want to move.  My work is here in Silvermoon with my father, and I don’t want that to change.  I have patients who rely on me here!

I have a key to the house in Silvermoon, so Lin, Des and I decided to stay there for the night and find a portal back the next night.  It was weird being in the house without my parents there.  I can’t think of a time that I was alone without them there before.  I guess I wasn’t really alone.  Des and Lin were there, but they aren’t my parents.

I envy Hethurin in a way.  He was able to leave everything behind and start over.  I have responsibilities and obligations that I can’t just leave.  I have patients who are relying on me to be here next week to give them the care that they need, and we always have someone on Friday who needs to stay overnight for an appointment.  I usually stay in the office that night and check on them regularly.

Maybe since father won’t pick someone for me, and won’t meet with the ones that mother finds, I should approach mother and tell her I’ll marry whoever she picks, with or without father’s approval.  I just want to get it over with.  I pray that whoever he is, he isn’t too horrible.


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Sims 3 Screenshots

Images are below the more tag!  There’s a lot this time!

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Another Sims 3 Video!

Sanimir plays piano.

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July 26, 2013 · 11:11 am

Sims 3 Video!

Aeramin plays drums at the bowling alley for tips!

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July 26, 2013 · 11:08 am