More misery

When I woke up this morning on Fray Island, Ysabelle had already gone – which I was expecting.  I didn’t see her until later in the night, when the entirety of the Guard met to assault Theramore Island.  Ysabelle and I arrived in the marsh together, but kept our distance from each other.  I figured it wouldn’t really be appropriate to be pawing her while listening to Alkaiser give orders on where and how to attack – as much as I might like to have been at the time.  

We were each broken into smaller groups prior to invading the island fortress.  I was placed with Miralan, Achates, and Fandaleen.  At the time I thought maybe Alkaiser intentionally placed me in a different group from Ysabelle, but I convinced myself I was just being paranoid.  After what happened later that evening, though, I’m not so sure.

The assault went well for the most part.  We went through the town without much resistance, it took Jaina Proudmoore herself to turn us back.  Even though we were bested by her, we still considered the assault a success.

Afterwards, we each made our back to Silvermoon.  Jaina had us pretty well scattered, so we all trickled into the city one by one.  I met Fandaleen and a few others at the usual gathering place, but left shortly after to change into some more comfortable clothes.  This plate armor is going to take some getting used to.  As I was out walking around I came upon Chrysalis and Nefarirr sitting by the fountain.  Nefarirr was pleasant enough, but Chrysalis saw me and lunged, grabbing hold of me and pulling my face to hers – at first I thought she was going to kiss me, but no such luck.  She was furious, she told me how Alkaiser found out about what Ysabelle and I had done, and that he had ended things with her.  She told me that now Ysabelle was a wreck, that she was begging and pleading him to take her back. 

Then Chrysalis bit me on the neck.  She was blaming me for Ysabelle being so upset, and I just didn’t want to hear it.  I summoned my horse and got away from her as fast as I could.  She tried contacting me through my brand, but I ignored her. 

Just last night Ysabelle told me that she loved me.  She told me that she wanted to be free to be with me.  Why she would lie about that I don’t know, but lie is what she did.  She wanted to be free from him, and she got her wish.  Now she’s upset over this?  Did she ever even want to be with me?  Did she think she could keep me on the side forever?  She knows what it’s like to have to compete for someone’s affection, I know that she won’t tolerate being someone’s second choice.  But she expects me to endure what she cannot?  I don’t know what the truth is anymore, and I don’t even know if she’s capable of telling me the truth. 

This has just been too much.  I’ve been going back and forth with her for too long.  I’m sick of it, and I’m finished.  She deserves the misery that she feels. 

Hot and steamy

For some reason I agreed to join Fandaleen and Ysabelle in that wretchedly hot Stranglethorn Vale.  We spent most of the time ripping through some troll ruins, or at least that what they’re called.  Are they really ruins if the trolls are still living there, though?  I should have asked Fandaleen, she would have known.  Anyway, the trolls were no challenge for us, the only real obstacle of the evening was the oppressive heat and humidity – which didn’t seem to bother the girls.  I think I have a really poor tolerance for uncomfortable situations.

Our tasks completed, we all decided to rest for a while.  I don’t recall where Fandaleen went off to, but Ysabelle and I returned to Booty Bay and got on the boat to Ratchet.  Once there, we swam out to Fray Island.  Perched up on a hill there we watched a young draenei woman fight in the ring down below, the crowd of spectators screaming and taunting her.  She didn’t let them phase her, though, and she defeated every opponent she met.  Hope I don’t bump into her in the Arathi Basin. 

The noise from the crowd went down with the sun, and we turned our attention to the seemingly endless expanse of ocean under the full moon.  We talked for a while, and I was pleasantly surprised at some of the things that Ysabelle said.  As much as I love her, it’s always frustrating the way she frequently has to run off after such a short time with me.  She told me though that she hopes for that the end soon, so that she and I can be together.  It was clearly both what we wanted, considering what was done that night.  I only hope that day comes sooner rather than later.  I don’t like sharing. 

Taking a break, again

Last night was spent tearing through Razorfen Downs with Achates, Fandaleen, Jadael, and Ysabelle.  The place didn’t give us a whole lot of trouble, it was made easier by the way the undead creatures were so susceptible to my light-based attacks.  Achates found a nice new cloak, and the lich down there was holding a plate helm that I quickly relieved him of.  

Afterwards I went to see my trainer and learned a wealth of new skills, the most exciting of which being the ability to summon a warhorse.  No more blisters from running halfway across the world in mail boots!  I also learned to carry heavier armor, which is even more uncomfortable, of course – but I’m used to that.

Later on I tried to contact Ysabelle to see if she’d like to get together (preferebly in a place not crawling with walking quillboar corpses), but she was busy with Alkaiser.  So, I thought I might try to meet up with Chrysalis - it had been a while since we’d seen each other – but she was busy with Alkaiser, too.  Used to be I could count on at least one of them, but I suppose I ought to get used to this. 

I’ve decided I’m going to take a bit of a break from this mess, go someplace where I can rest and be alone for a while.  Someplace far away from Silvermoon, preferably.  Tonight there’s supposedly some important meeting of the Silverguard, but I’m sure they’ll manage just fine without me.

Maybe I’ll have some sort of epiphany while I’m away and come back with a fresh perspective on things.  At the very least, I hope I can sleep.

Back to business

Much has happened since I last wrote.  With the Silverguard I took part in a raid on Darkshore, Chrysalis has followed me in joining the guild, and I ventured into the fallen Gnomish city with Ysabelle, Achates, and Fandaleen. 

Chrysalis has gotten much stronger, and I feel like she’ll soon be better with a sword than I am at the rate she’s going. 

Fandaleen is a lot of fun, I’d like to get to know her a bit better. 

It’d be easy to think Achates to be in over his head in just about any situation, the way he carries himself, but I know we would not have made it out of Gnomeregan without his help. 

Ysabelle has opened up quite a bit since we first met.  I haven’t spent as much time with her as I might have liked, she’s been seeing someone – which I didn’t know until know until recently.  Which is fine, by the way, I just don’t know why she didn’t mention to him to me at all, I sort of figured this out for myself.  Still, I wonder if he knows where Ysabelle’s been spending her nights. 

It doesn’t matter, though, I’ve just focused all my attention on getting my work done.  I can’t really say that I’m happy, but at least I’ll be doing some good.  I’ve been having trouble sleeping, too.  Seems the only way I can sleep through the night is if I stay up half of it chopping centaur (or anything really) to bits until I’m too exhausted to do anything but pass out.

The Silverlord has commented on the rapid progress of my training – the result of all these late nights - but I know I’ve snapped at people I probably shouldn’t have in my exhaustion.  The last time we saw each other, Ysabelle also said something about me being more reckless than normal.  Maybe she’s right, I don’t know.  Either way, I’m not hers to look after.  That much is clear.