08-10-2010, 05:18 AM
((OOC note: Sorry if this is so mundane, the next few entries should be a bit better. This is the diary for my human hunter, Marie, and this is my first time doing something like this.))
Prologue:
The day had finally come where I felt myself ready and trained to take on the dangers and trials that a traveler must face when setting out into the world. Between the three continents of Azeroth, and Outland, there is much to explore in both its places and people, and I am just old enough to get started on such adventures.
Stormwind is one ride from the tram away. From there I will head South, and hunt for a living.
Entry 1: Booty Bay
Today I met a peculiar fellow named Sir Rick Lewenheart. By his garb, and the way he acts, I could only assume he was a knight. Despite my tattered, woodland clothes and the many furs I carried, he seemed to take to me as a lady, and urged me to take shelter from the constant rain of Booty Bay. The warm air of the jungle kept me from freezing in the weather, and it felt nice to listen to the pattering drops, but I didn't want to keep this noble knight worrying about me. I had accepted his invitation into the tavern, and we sat together, talked, and I enjoyed a nice glass of milk.
I am not sure what he saw in me to treat me with the utmost respect in politeness. Perhaps knights just do that with all women, but either way I chose to treat him the same way he had chosen to treat me. It wasn't too long before one of his own acquaintances was found in the tavern. The other man was Nathaniel if I recall; he seemed to be just the opposite of Rick. Rude, obnoxious, loud; I made sure to tell him that he should not act this way. When he had disregard my demand to behave I had taken what was left of my milk, and threw it his way. I didn't see what happened afterward, a gut instinct told me to run and before I knew it I was out the door.
Waiting out under the docks, I sat in the water and sands. I could only hear the rippling of water, how it flowed with the waves, and the stomping of the boots above. I think I like it under there, something about it is peaceful and no one disturbs me. I think I'll go there whenever I need some time alone. It didn't seem like Nathaniel was going to pursue me, but I figured I had hidden long enough. The dock was just a short swim away.
On the docks, I took to a higher vantage point, jumping onto one of the roofs. I must admit this place is neat, how I could go beneath the houses or run on top. From up high I could see the people, and Rick was an easy find. As we met up again it no longer rained, and it was the time where I told him I was going to explore the jungle.
Rick affirmed that he knew Stranglethorn well and could serve as a guide, and yet, it seemed that I was taking the lead most of the time. I think he nearly fainted when I went headstrong into some of the pools. The guy was convinced there were crocolisks about, but I am pretty sure they don't like to stay in an enclosed space of water. We had eventually taken a hike up a trail, and found some tents. The knight was worried that they belonged to someone else, but I wasn't going to use them anyways. Instead I led him further on, until we got to a cliff.
The view was wonderful! It was like seeing the end of the ocean and sky, where they would embrace one another at the end of the horizon. Rick and I stayed there for awhile, just watching, talking, he wanted to know much about my life but the more I tried to explain the more I realized I sounded like quite a simple woman. He said it seemed silly a few times. I guess it's harder to explain things on the fly than to take time writing your thoughts down in a book.
Either way I had a nice time with him. He was so friendly and made me feel welcomed in Stranglethorn. For that I gave him a cape made from one of the hides of the tigers. It didn't quite match with his other things, but I think he liked it.
Eventually Rick and I said our good-byes. It was hard for me to persuade him to go back without me, but I wanted some time to reflect upon this place. Stranglethorn was dangerous, yet serene, and I knew I wanted to spend more time here.
And I think I will.
Prologue:
The day had finally come where I felt myself ready and trained to take on the dangers and trials that a traveler must face when setting out into the world. Between the three continents of Azeroth, and Outland, there is much to explore in both its places and people, and I am just old enough to get started on such adventures.
Stormwind is one ride from the tram away. From there I will head South, and hunt for a living.
Entry 1: Booty Bay
Today I met a peculiar fellow named Sir Rick Lewenheart. By his garb, and the way he acts, I could only assume he was a knight. Despite my tattered, woodland clothes and the many furs I carried, he seemed to take to me as a lady, and urged me to take shelter from the constant rain of Booty Bay. The warm air of the jungle kept me from freezing in the weather, and it felt nice to listen to the pattering drops, but I didn't want to keep this noble knight worrying about me. I had accepted his invitation into the tavern, and we sat together, talked, and I enjoyed a nice glass of milk.
I am not sure what he saw in me to treat me with the utmost respect in politeness. Perhaps knights just do that with all women, but either way I chose to treat him the same way he had chosen to treat me. It wasn't too long before one of his own acquaintances was found in the tavern. The other man was Nathaniel if I recall; he seemed to be just the opposite of Rick. Rude, obnoxious, loud; I made sure to tell him that he should not act this way. When he had disregard my demand to behave I had taken what was left of my milk, and threw it his way. I didn't see what happened afterward, a gut instinct told me to run and before I knew it I was out the door.
Waiting out under the docks, I sat in the water and sands. I could only hear the rippling of water, how it flowed with the waves, and the stomping of the boots above. I think I like it under there, something about it is peaceful and no one disturbs me. I think I'll go there whenever I need some time alone. It didn't seem like Nathaniel was going to pursue me, but I figured I had hidden long enough. The dock was just a short swim away.
On the docks, I took to a higher vantage point, jumping onto one of the roofs. I must admit this place is neat, how I could go beneath the houses or run on top. From up high I could see the people, and Rick was an easy find. As we met up again it no longer rained, and it was the time where I told him I was going to explore the jungle.
Rick affirmed that he knew Stranglethorn well and could serve as a guide, and yet, it seemed that I was taking the lead most of the time. I think he nearly fainted when I went headstrong into some of the pools. The guy was convinced there were crocolisks about, but I am pretty sure they don't like to stay in an enclosed space of water. We had eventually taken a hike up a trail, and found some tents. The knight was worried that they belonged to someone else, but I wasn't going to use them anyways. Instead I led him further on, until we got to a cliff.
The view was wonderful! It was like seeing the end of the ocean and sky, where they would embrace one another at the end of the horizon. Rick and I stayed there for awhile, just watching, talking, he wanted to know much about my life but the more I tried to explain the more I realized I sounded like quite a simple woman. He said it seemed silly a few times. I guess it's harder to explain things on the fly than to take time writing your thoughts down in a book.
Either way I had a nice time with him. He was so friendly and made me feel welcomed in Stranglethorn. For that I gave him a cape made from one of the hides of the tigers. It didn't quite match with his other things, but I think he liked it.
Eventually Rick and I said our good-byes. It was hard for me to persuade him to go back without me, but I wanted some time to reflect upon this place. Stranglethorn was dangerous, yet serene, and I knew I wanted to spend more time here.
And I think I will.