......

...where am I?

Yoo-hoo?

  Cal? Calindrava hon? Are you here? It's me, Melindrava. Where are you?!

  ...

  ......

  .........*sigh*

Not again!

  Why does my sister keep doing this to me?

  She's sent me a bird. What the heck does she think I'm going to do with a bird? Cockatiels don't even taste good, so there's no point in cooking it, and the damn thing LIKES me! I opened the package - in hindsight, the airholes should have been a warning - stupid bird flies out and tries to perch on my head.

  And Zhar'grave says it's "cute".

  *sigh*

They're Not Overalls

  Took long enough, but I've got some new gear. I no longer look like some human hick standing knee-deep in cow effluent, talking about the weather.

  I don't look cool and scary, either.  I need to work on this a bit more.

There are SOME limits.

  So, I think we've established that I'm nasty. I am Forsaken by choice, I'm a warlock by trade, I have no qualms about killing the living and ripping their souls out, whatever, it doesn't bother me. Even so, there are some things that you just don't do.

  I got a bit annoyed when I found out that Thule Ravenclaw (you've probably heard of him, he had this nice little setup on Fenris Isle with undead gnolls and so on) made his servant Alaric into an undead against his will. That's Lich King stuff, okay? Bad. And then he went and chopped the poor guy's head off and gave it to his gnolls to play with! Sheesh!

  (Admittedly, I probably wouldn't have reacted so badly if finding a talking head in a gnoll's goodie sack hadn't given me the heebies. Us warlocks don't like being given heebies. It looks bad.)

  Anyway, I felt bad for the poor guy, so I found the rest of his body and then got him into a nice quiet niche where he could rest. Then I went and killed Thule, because like I said, there are some things you just don't do. Or if you do 'em, you get consequences. I felt like being the consequences.

  Oh yeah... Sis got us into a guild. Apparently it's run by a friend of hers, some blood elf she met in Silvermoon. The friend is filthy rich, too, so this is pretty good! I'd be more cheerful about the whole thing if I wasn't starting to wonder about Zhar'grave, though. First he acts like a little kid going for a pretend ride in a boat, and now he's making jokes! "I... am void... where prohibited"?!? What the heck does that mean, anyway?!

No, Zhar.

You can't have a ride in the boat.

...Because the corpses are using it right now, OK?

*facepalm*

I swear, sometimes being a warlock is like babysitting.

Good grief, not again!

  I swear, my sister likes dressing me up like a kid with her dolls. And now she's learned from the whole tuxedo incident - she's started sending me clothes with decent buffs on them, better than the stuff I had before, so I kinda have to wear them...

  Sheesh. I look like I should be the clueless human hick in the field growing the pumpkins, not the scary undead warlock poisoning them.