On Adventures and Shenanigans...

[LostStranger]

Joshua's Diary: 8/28

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[Grakor456]

Dear Journal,

I am still struggling to make complete sense of our adventure. I suppose I should start off that we have succeeded in freeing the kittens, though I also think that maybe this could have been handled better.

We finally found the cave the gnome was hiding in. Along the way were a multitude of traps. Some Joshua disarmed the hard way, as he seems to be a little too eager to run ahead of the group. The others, our diver-friend Rigley managed to disable quite expertly. He is quite good with machines, I am impressed. He also disabled a robot quite expertly with just one swing of his shield! Of course, he also started lifting all the machinery he could find. I probably would have been more concerned about this if it wasn't all trying to kill us, and if I wasn't more concerned by our little friend constantly trying to get himself killed.

We then found the gnome. As I said at the time, I think for future endeavors we should set one person to talk and the rest of us stand back, as clearly we were stepping on each other's toes, here. The gnome was attempting to use the kittens to create new machines, such as an odd gun that shoots hairballs. (What would the practical uses of such a device be? Gnomes can be such confusing creatures sometimes.) I wanted the kittens freed, as many were stolen, but the gnome clearly was more interested in keeping them for his experiments. Joshua and Grayson got a little...aggressive while Rigley and Artair were trying to communicate. The result...didn't work out well. At least the gnome is still alive.

I hope he has someone to give him a much needed hug.

[ChampionMouse]

Liselle's Journal:

Today I have a lot of catching up to do with you, journal. Much has transpired in the past several days, including the fact that we ended up saving all of those kittens. While that is a rather large accomplishment, I find myself distracted by more personal occurrences. The other day, while in Ironforge, Sir Valorcrest and I had a very emotional exchange of dialogue with one another. I told him about the things I had seen in Northrend, and my concerns regarding my Husband. It is a great dilemma I am involved with, but I think I should seek to be happy in the present. There is only so much sense in worrying before it becomes foolish and unnecessary. I cannot know what actually transpired during that battle, and I should not torture myself by dwelling in the negative and focusing on my doubts.

Anyway, today was the day we returned back to Stormwind and dropped off all those kittens. I thought it was a wonderful day. The weather was fair, we had completed our quest, and everything was looking up. I really thought that it was going to be a fantastic day with much celebration, food, and good conversation. After witnessing Artair hand over his kitten to that woman, I decided that I wanted to surprise him. I told the rest of my friends to remain in Goldshire, and I went to return to Stormwind to get him another kitten.

I was stopped on the way back, however, when a man came running up behind me. He was yelling that someone was hurt in the forest and had most likely broken his leg. I decided to go with him, to see what I could do to help and heal this poor unfortunate soul. We ran through the grass a good distance when suddenly the man in front of me came to a stop. He turned, then, and pulled a gun on me. It was a horrible experience, to be sure. He demanded I give him all of my money and valuables after placing my staff on the ground. I was frightened, but I did as he ordered. He took all of my savings, and even took a lovely piece of jewelry that Artair had given me. I was devastated, but when the man pointed his gun and started shooting, I took off running. The Light must have been with me, for he didn't manage to hit me. I pray that maybe, just maybe, my staff, my heirloom, is still out there somewhere in the forest.

Anyway, to cut down on the length of this terrible tale, I met up with another friend of mine named Sir Tavren Black. He was kind enough to give me some money so that I could purchase back one of those kittens for Artair. No matter what frame of mind I was in at the time, I was just happy to be able to go through with my good deed for the day. Another Paladin, Brother Elyon Underwood, even replaced my lost weapon by giving me a hammer that had belonged to his mentor. I ended up getting a collar and nameplate for the kitten, and named it Sunshine after Artair's nickname for me. The collar was red as that is his favorite color. Needless to say, I thought he would rather enjoy the surprise.

He ended up taking me for a walk, and that was when the worst happened. We saw a group of wounded people laying on the ground by a cart. I went to heal them and help them, with Artair by my side. That was when we heard the clicking of pistols, and some strange folk came out to rob me for the -second- time that day. The wounded on the ground were all actors, and one even kicked me in the face! They beat Artair and I into unconsciousness and stole our possessions. So that money that Sir Tavren gave me, -and- the hammer were both lost. I cannot even begin to describe how horrible I felt when I woke up alone in a half sunken boat in unfamiliar territory.

I'll skip ahead again, but that was the craziest and worst of my day. I really cannot fathom why some people are so cruel inside. This life is so short, and to waste it by spreading misfortune and wickedness is...well...I can only describe it as sad. I want to pity these kinds of people, for surely they must be suffering inside, but it is difficult to hold back my anger at the unfolding of such events. Regardless, I will be reporting these incidents to the Stormwind Guard in the hopes that these criminals can be apprehended and punished. Let us hope tomorrow will be better.

P.S. I may be in love, journal. A detail that I forgot to mention in these early hours of the morning. I realize that it is not a perfect love, nor an intelligent one necessarily, but one that makes me happy. It is something to strive for, to work on, and to be content with. For all his self-imposed imperfections, Sir Valorcrest is an amazingly dedicated man and I cannot help but admire him when he pulls himself up after taking such serious emotional and physical wounds. That is really all I have to write about for now. I will write more soon, hopefully.

[Drumgar]

Was talking to Sunshine a while after we dropped those cats at Fishbowl's house, turns out Sunshine was in the war against Arthas... had a husband too. Seems like she's pretty torn between the idea of him being.... undead, what does that mean for her marriage? Does it still exist? All questions too big for me. I just held her and let her cry, she seemed better after it, but damn if it doesn't eat at her. We ended up talking some more, I think I love her. She started prying about some of the shit I left behind in Stromgarde... not that I don't want to tell her, I just... I ain't got a mind to look like a sap infront of her, when she needs a strong man. Not me, some kinda fool f**k-up that can't do a damn thing. First time I slept in the same bed as a woman tonight and didn't screw her, strange... not that I minded, sort of just, enjoying holding Sunshine. Looking at her sleep in the morning. Damn, I'm in love..... f**k.

[The dates pass, nothing written that seems particularly noteworthy.]


Guess first place to start is giving the cats back the orphans, didn't really bother to notice how they felt, but Sunshine seemed right peachy about it, so mission accomplished. We also took Patches back to whatsherface, she seemed almost damn near as happy to see me... I wasn't gonna stick around for long, so I dropped off the cat and was gonna make my way off, but she was wailing and crying, Sunshine seemed pretty concerned for a lass we didn't have any responsibility for... and she was calling for me, I suppose that's when it hit me again, letting someone down, but hell? I couldn't stay with her, I have Sunshine to worry about. So I dropped that white cat down and gave up my little friend... never even gave it a name, but it's gone, heh... always reminded me of Sunshine, white, pure, innocent, ain't got a care in the world, or well, at least the cares of the world ain't effecting her. She ain't got the weight of all the shit that piles on through life. Respect her for that.


[The dates pass, nothing written that seems particularly noteworthy.]

It's been a damn while, been busy, but I tell you what. I'm damn tired of this shit. I'm not going to have Sunshine be a victim, fucking robbed twice in one day? And again the next? I feel so damn useless... just reminds me of back in Arathi... fucking hell. After dad died, everyone was looking at Trid and me to keep the family afloat, Trid took dad's place in the military, but me? I was running around, sleeping about... stealing, hanging around with Hays, causing trouble, scraping around town, hunting trolls and fishing on the weekends, coming home near dead, while the family was starving and struggling, I just pretended not to noticed and kept escaping the house... it eats me up inside to see the look on ma's face when she'd be waiting up till the darkest hours of the night, worried sick about me when all I ever did was bring her shame... I can't bare the thought. I guess... that's something that eats me so about Liselle... she's like ma... and I figured... some shit like this was my second chance... but I'm failing her too... f**k's sake mate? What are you doing? You couldn't ever be a hero. Stop kidding yourself... but she seems to believe in you. Maybe... maybe, there's a damn chance you can be more then a damn fool. Finger's crossed, first thing you gotta do to prove this shit is get her staff back. f**k bandits and thieves.