Everything is new agian

I feel so alive! I would imagine that strikes most of you still living as an odd statement, but this existence isn’t nearly what I expected.  I still breathe.  The sensation of air filling my lungs is wonderful.  However when I draw in a deep breath and hold it there is a barely perceptible but embarrassing whine.  That hiss of air leaking from a small tear in one of my lungs.  It’s really annoying when I go underwater.  A constant stream of bubbles sprouting from my chest following me wherever I swim.  I still eat.  I still drink.  I even sleep when the feeling strikes me, though it seems to be more out of habit than out of necessity. 

Oh and the politics. By the gods how I hate politics.  While there currently is not an active campaign of war between the Horde (of which I find myself a member) and the alliance, there are open hostilities between the citizens of both factions.  Small scale skirmishes are defiantly the norm.  To make matters worse there are several other factions bent on destroying both the Horde and the alliance.  I’ve come to understand that my existence is the result of a virus of some sorts.  Most of those reanimated are mindless slaves to some important sounding litch-king.  Those of us reborn absent of such control have Lady Sylvanias to thank for our freedom.  So naturally we subjugate ourselves to serving her ends.  The Horde hates the alliance and vice versa.  The Scourge hate everybody and want to take over. I hear stories of giant insects that are also trying to wipe all of us out.  As if all that isn’t enough there is also an active recruiting campaign to get soldiers through a dark portal to another realm of existance to fight a war on some far off planet against yet another threat to all other existance on this world.   This says nothing of the countless other gangs of thieves, cults, xenophobic villages, hostile wildlife and murlocs.  I really really hate murlocs.  Needless to say there is no shortage of adventure here.  So what is a guy to do?  For me right now it’s training and exploration.

 It might have something to do with that blow to the head with a mace I took a while back but I have to admit I’m not exactly the brightest candle in the chandelier.  I have absolutely no affinity for magic whatsoever.  That along with my fascination of weaponry of all kinds has led me to join the ranks of the warriors.  I’ve embraced my training with a passion, taking on whatever quests and menial chores people would give me.  These jobs allow me to explore new areas and really exercise my combat skills.  Every weapon, be it sword or axe or stave has it’s own unique way being put to maximum use.  So I dabble in all of them.  The times I love the most are those moments of clarity where something just clicks.  I have an epiphany along with a surge of adrenaline as some realization or experience ingrains itself into my memory, and I am stronger for it.  Sometimes it happens in the field just as I have killed an enemy, or other times when I report back to my various employers to tell them that a job is complete.  Usually after I have a couple of these moments I will speak to the warrior trainers about my revelations.  Always insightful, they are more than happy to teach me new tricks of the trade (for a small fee of course)  I’ve made rapid progress and am already rank 10 within the Warrior’s order. 

  The pursuit of excellence in all the schools of weaponry have caused me to worry a bit about money. So much to learn and everybody needs a fee to train you, though the money spent here is well worth it.  I have no interest in being an artisan, and since my adventures take me all over place I’ve taken up mining and herbalism so that I can gather raw materials as I carry out my other jobs.  These in turn I sell or trade to the artisans which has given me more than enough coin to cover learning fees and even enough to purchase some better weapons and armor.  As I understand it I could even be considered somewhat wealthy for one who doesn’t have an older family member or guildmate who sponsors them.  With that money I’ve been able to take up residence in the Undercity.  Also I have enough cash for extensive weapons training.  I’m just going to have to take a little trip to do it.  Those zeppelins have fascinated me ever since I first saw them outside of Brill.  Tomorrow I’m going to get to ride one for the first time.  I’ve got to go to Orgrimar for training. Even farther beyond that I’ll have to trek to Mulgore to the city of Thunder Bluff for the final aspects of my training.  Apparently the darkmoon fair is there as well.  I’ll have to see what that is all about.  Well, until next time.

~ by pithias on March 12, 2007.