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The room was dark save for the silvery light of the moon. And the young and pretty Sin'dorei woman lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. From somewhere down in the plaza came the sweet notes of a band playing, and she found herself rising from the bed to stand in the middle of the room, and gently begin to sway with the time of the music.

Long red hair flowed down her shoulders, and she moved a delicate hand to pull some of the strands away from her slightly freckled face, as she took a few graceful steps and started to dance alone there in the moonlight of her room. The lady spun and waltzed around the room, letting the melody take her away from her troubles and cares for a brief interlude. Her hands raised to the sky as her body swayed and bowed to invisible ladies and gentlemen that hid in the nightly shadows.

Zyss' arms went around a ghostly suitor, as they glided across the floor, dipping, and playing with the music from below. The rythmn caressed her ears and body as she continued her performance in and out of the shadows of the small room. The song became her lover, bringing her to new heights of dance and passion as she skirted and flitted about the room. And the melody pulled at her heartstrings, and tears began to fall down her cheeks. And still she danced.

As the melody came to its slow and dramatic conclusion, she found herself laying on the floor weeping. Her arms about herself and her legs drawn close to her as well.

Kreindis Dawnstride had finally finished the string of training that he had been stuck into for a while. He hadn't been given very many breaks - not long ones, atleast. So he was happy for the time that he had now to relax. "I should call out over the guildstone for Zyss now... I don't want her to lose trust in me, because I've been gone for so long, and because she's been hurt by others who just leave and never come back..."

Kreindis pulls his guildstone from the small black pouch he carries it in, and taps it twice, turning it on. He then calls out for his love, hoping that she will hear him, and renew her trust in him.

Silvermoon City - entry: who the freak cares?!

An anxiousness or tension builds within me, Its cause unknown, the solution beat the sh*t out of something. So I have armored myself as I would in the field and take a few practice dummies as my own.

The first takes the brunt of my pent up frustration and anger. I find a fine sheen of sweat on my brow, and I feel warmed up to continue my "exercise". The second and first dummies are foes to feel my wrath, and feel them they do, as my blade and shield slice, chop, and smash into them.

And finally, I lay my weapons down for a brief moment, seeking my prize I had left beside the third dummy. A long two-head two-handed axe. I picked it up and its weight seems comfortable in my grasp. A few practice swings and I smile grimly as I began my training in earnest.

The torso of the first foe receives a noticeable notch out of the wood, even as the mighty head swings up and cleaves through the shield arm of the second foe. I ducked and spun with the great axe sweeping the legs out from under the third opponent.

I cannot help but smile as I shoulder the axe. I look forward to using this in the Plaguelands, bringing down real threats, not imagined ones. It felt good to let go and tear up the dummies, as well as get a feel for this new weapon I found.

Plaguelands, beware! There's a new paladin in town, and she's carrying a big axe!

Somewhere on the road to the Plaguelands -

The road is hot and dusty. And I find myself feeling sad and very lonely. I have barely come across a soul on my journey. And I miss my paladin.

I think of how we met, and how it felt to have his strong arms around me. I felt secure, more than I have in quite awhile, and I want to feel that way again in Kreindis' arms. I want to feel his lips against mine again, and I want to hear him say he loves me. I want and need to be with him again.

I spent the night in an orcish stronghold, its name escapes me. I went down to find me a bite of dinner, and had to put up with rude and crude comments from these lonely orcs. I ate slowly and smiled wickedly.

They are our allies, but I cannot help wonder how they would look on a spit over a nice big fire. I have turned down over a dozen of them, but this one does not understand the word no. I called for a protector, and he looked at them all with malice and hatred. Suddenly I had no problem having my own space.

I do not like to call them to me, for they seem to hate me just as anyone else. But I am strong willed, and they know me and my power. I shall have him watch over me throughout the night, just in case someone thinks with their little head, and not with the one between their shoulders.

Hurry my love, please. I need the comfort of your embrace and tender kisses.

Is it wrong that I feel more comfortable killing cultists and Dark Iron dwarves than I do going on a “Girl’s Night Out”?

It was an enjoyable evening though, and it did give me a chance to meet other members of the Fellowship, like Auxilia and Jana. I loved dancing, but I did not partaking in the drink…it really was for the best. I suppose I could’ve told them the truth, but how would I have put it into words? “When I drink I can’t just have one. I’ll have 100 more, sleep with random men, eventually go mad and probably kill someone.”

That would’ve killed the mood.

I wonder if they saw my hands shake with every glass of Moonberry Juice, but steady as steel on my bow?

The Gorge has eased my tension somewhat, at least when I stay out of the caves. My training must continue and I couldn’t think of a better spot. I do enjoy the hot ash, the elementals, and the wind on my face. My hair has been singed…I shall have to cut it when I leave this place. The Gorge is a tough place, but there is danger and excitement at every turn. The beast within, which hungers for kill, has been more than satisfied in this place.

Carinoth, we haven’t spoken in awhile. Perhaps I should contact him? Or should he contact me? I am unsure of the protocol here…I don’t want to interrupt him if he is busy…

This dwarf commander is giving me a strange look. Time to go see what his problem is…

Kreindis sighs. He hadn't been able to make contact with Zyss for a while now... and he missed her. It felt good to be with her - to feel her in his arms, and have her lips on his own. He wondered where she could be - if she was alright, what she was doing...

He just hoped that she wasn't doing what he hoped would never happen to him again.... betraying him. Memories that had long wanted to be forgotten raced through his head - replaying over and over again - finding out his love was with another, seeing them together... feeling the -anger- from having his love stolen from him.

He spoke to himself quietly, hoping somehow, wherever she was that Zyss would hear him:

"I love you Zyss..."

The land of Pandaria was glorious, more so from the back of her drake. She had finally won the right to fly here and it was fantastic! She was glad she could take a break from the endless work and relax with the members of the Fellowship.

The dance party had been fun, and she met someone she wanted to get to know better. When he turned out to be a High Elf she almost laid into him with her daggers. She was only held back by the others. Because she did not want to spoil the party attitude.

She went back to the Barrens to check on the progress of the revolution. Ghosting through the hills and finding strife everywhere. This was tearing apart the Horde. It was going to be a long and bloody war to get them back into what they once were. She almost wished the Sindorei could go back to being neutral and out of the middle of this. But then the glory would go to all the other races. Perhaps now was the time for the Sindorei to shine?

Meditation was not always the cure for problems. Sometimes it brought forth more from the bowels of his mind. His efforts to concentrate on becoming a monk only took up so much of his thoughts. Always it came back to trying to figure out what he could do to gain Ratheron's respect.

Then there was that sweet thought that kept flitting into his mind. Rhannah's hand in his, her body leaning against him as they sat in front of a fire and spoke with the others. He had dared to put an arm around her. But his yearning for more clouded his mind with flashes of fear and doubt. He was not worthy of her. Not until he could make his mind work with clarity of purpose.

Returning to the place where it had started he sat on the beach. In quiet meditation, gazing out over the water. Letting his mind drift while he listened to the sound of the waves. Footsteps cam near and then that voice...the one that whispered to him in his dreams.

"Rian?" came that sweet voice. He got up to face her with a smile, taking her into his arms for a hug. He wanted so much more. He dared to allow his hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her eyes.

They were so close, it would be so easy to just lean in and...but the thought of Ratheron's words chilled his bones. "Wrong! You are doing it wrong!"

Rian backed off and sat down again next to the fire. Rhannah sat next to him. "What is troubling you?" her soft voice soothing his churning heart. When she leaned on him and took his hand it sent waves of heat through him as if he were sitting in the fire and not just next to it.

"My mind is whirling in circles, I can see no end to it." he whispered. He leaned away from her briefly to pick up his guitar. Softly strumming it he began to sing to her. The song one he had learned from the master musician who had taught him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8S_BPVO53M

His voice soft and mellow, not perfect but full of his emotions. She liked his song and asked him to sing more. He strummed a bit and thought of his emotions warring in his heart. His voice lifted in an old ballad he had heard a singer do in a long forgotten little inn somewhere in his travels.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpVDuemlW4Q

His words felt as well as sung. He was looking into her eyes as he sang. Hoping his words were not in vain. Her eyes melted and she let a tear roll down her cheek. Before he could even wonder if she was sad or happy she sang to him. Her harp so beautifully played as she lifted her voice to him softly.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOFrGbuUqnQ

He played along with her, strumming softly as she sang to him. When she finished he could hardly move. His eyes glued to hers as he whispered. "I want...so much to hold you..."

Her moving to his side and snuggling into his arms was like heaven to him. His guitar set aside as he wrapped his arms around her. She looked into his eyes and he was lost, drowning into the depths of those emerald orbs. He could not stop himself from leaning forward to capture her lips.

What happened next was a whirl of flames and searing emotion. He awoke it seemed hours later. Their bodies entwined on the grass, barely covered with a cloak. He looked at her lying in his arms and knew their lives would become ten times more complicated after this night.

I know other things happened this week. I know that I went to a girls night out and that I had a lot of fun. I know that I helped the people of Desolace and Western Plaguelands, and did a million other things. All that seems so far away, like a distant memory.

The thing that stands out most in my mind was a memory created last night. A memory of a perfect night where I touched the stars and floated down to the ground wrapped in a cloud. Of a time where I was a princess and Rian was my prince. It felt like a dream, a wonderful, beautiful dream, but it was real. I was lying on the grass in the arms of my prince, a cloak our only covering.

I do not dare put a name to what happened between us last night. I don't want to spoil the memory. I don't want the cold harsh facts of reality to enter that small bubble of peace and joy. I must hold on to that feeling. No matter how complicated our lives are about to become, I want to be able to hold onto the memory of that one perfect night.

She awoke feeling slightly disoriented as she listened into the darkness. She knew she was not alone, for her arm was spread across a very masculine chest, and she had a leg cast over his waist. Then she smelled the scent of her man, Kreindeis, and Zyss snuggled closer to him. His body warmed her, and his arm held her close to him. And she remembered how she had gotten here.

I turned on the guildstone I had been given, and I spoke softly, seeking my love, hoping he was there, that he could hear my voice. And he answered! My heart beat faster in my breast, as I asked if he could see me. And he could!

I awaited his arrival at a lone bench outside the bank. Then I saw him riding a magnificent steed looking everything like my hero that I envisioned him to be. I ran towards him as he dismounted, wanting only to feel him in my arms once again, and to feel his arms around me.

As he held me I found tears of happiness flowing down my cheeks while I laid my head against his chest. When I looked up at his ruggedly handsome face, he smiled down at me, and gently wiped the tears from my eyes. Oh, my Kreindis, my sweet gentle paladin.

I have no idea how long we stood in the street, as the commerce of Silvermoon flowed all around us, but eventually we moved to the bench. We talked and I found I need his touch, I wanted him to hold me. It started by my taking his hand and holding it, then I snuggled close to him, and brought his arm around my shoulder. But it was he that leaned down to kiss me oh so tenderly.

My ear was against his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat. His voice was like a subtle music to me, I don't think I really heard what he said but was enjoying the presence of his warmth and gentleness.

Inn. I heard something about going to an inn. At first I was hesitant, but he merely wanted to be close to me, and did not want to let this closeness to end. We walked to the inn hand in hand. He squeezed mine several time, just to know I was really there, and not some dream he was dreaming.

He lay down, and I joined him, both fully clothed. It was his arm around me that allowed me to fall asleep. I have never felt so secure, so protected as when I am in my Krei's arms.

She gently kissed his cheek, and he stirred briefly, twisting to hold her in his arms close to his chest. Zyss sighed contently, laying her head against his chest, his heartbeat a gentle lullabye that let her drift slowly back to sleep in her beloved's arms.

The Plaguelands

The cursed Scourge wander about, I find my axe a pleasant gift to present to them, blades first. The axe is heavier, and I find its a slower weapon, but oh when it connects! I feel bone and sinew split and sunder beneath its sharpened edges.

This place is desolate, I find nothing to appreciate or find beautiful in the Light forsaken place. There is a reek of death in the very air, and I only supplement the death with my axe. I have only been here for a short time, but I find myself losing myself in the death and destruction I bring all around me. It is not a good thing, I think. My companions pull away from me, leaving me alone.

My sleep is restless, and I toss and turn. I cannot find a restful night's sleep. I must return to Silvermoon. If for only a few days, to regain myself. To throw away this armor and cloak of death I have created around me.

My first night back I slept soundly, dreaming of a paladin with the deep rich voice telling me of his love, and his arms around me. I hope I might run into Leon in these few days of R&R. Light I hope I find him, his dreamy eyes and warm embrace may help me to recover from the dismalness of the Plaguelands.

Journal of Kreindis Dawnstride:

I have been somewhat... behind with my journals recently. But, as is most cases, I have nothing to write about, so I do not write. I am happily now with Zyss again.. she called for me over the guildstone, or, maybe I called for her. I cannot remember. Either way, I ended up with her outside of the bank in the Royal Exchange. We stayed there for a while, talking about how much we missed each other. We kissed several times as well.

I asked her if she wanted to go to the inn with me, so that we could be together longer. She hesitated at first, and I can understand why. I should've said it differently, but, I explained to her that I meant to simply stay the night with her, nothing else. And that's all I wanted to do, be close to her. Is there something wrong with a man wanting to be closer to his love for a while after they haven't been together for two weeks?

When we were at the inn, we simply layed down together, fully clothed, and I put my arm around her and pulled her close, and we fell asleep, calmed by each others presence. She stirred a few times throughout the night, but she just snuggled back up against me and fell back asleep. It was nice to be with her again, I needed the re-assurance that she still loved me, and wasn't just trying to cleave my heart in two... again.

...I'm still not sure I'm even fully recovered from the last time...

The inn wasn't anything special, and the food was passable. But the beds, oh the beds were soft and comfortable, and she quickly changed from the dusty robes and cloak she wore to her new nightgown.

It wasn't so much a sleeping gown as a man's shirt that hung almost to her knees. It was soft and well worn, and as she slipped it over her she could smell his scent in the clothing already. She wrapped the overlong sleeves around herself and she hugged herself.

She had asked him for an old shirt, and he had been kind enough to give her one. Her Krei was a kind gentle giant compared to her. And she could smell him in the shirt, a scent that reassured her that he was hers, and she was his.

Zyss crawled beneath the covers, and brought the collar up over her nose. She slept soundly wrapped in his shirt and the scent of her man.

A smile was on her lips as she slept and dreamt of her rugged paladin.

Tonight was…interesting…

I stopped in New Dawn to visit Wings, and there I met up with Rhannah, Zanrim, Rian, and Carinoth.
A sudden happiness came over me when I saw Carinoth, it is hard for me to describe. I must have missed his company. Feeling his hand in mine, his arm around me…it was difficult to concentrate on the others around me with him so near. His stories about his family filled me with a sort of wonder…I have no idea what its like to belong to one. Daenith, his mother, is not someone I wish to meet. But I suppose I will have to eventually…right? That is what’s normal?

Nethers is such a beautiful creature…she seems to like me. Wings has reservations about Carinoth I don’t understand why. Perhaps it’s because he is a shadow priest?

As the night went on, I found myself giving Zanrim advice…Me? Giving out love advice? I can barely speak half the time, but handing out advice? Though I do stand by what I said. Love is not something you can hunt, nor chase, but it happens when it happens. Whether you are ready or not…I wasn’t ready, I’m not even ready to call it love.

It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t enjoying it, as awkward as it is. Carinoth is right though…each time we are together it is getting easier.

We excused ourselves from the others to turn in for the night…to be honest I wasn’t sure what to expect, or what he expected. I definitely surprised myself by being the first one to move in for a kiss! When he deepened the kiss, it was all I could do not to jump him then and there!

A kiss without compare... Being that it was Carinoth’s first is what stopped me from taking it further. I want him to be sure of himself. I want our time together to be something he needs…not something I need.

Now he is sleeping next to me as I write this and for the first time I find myself enjoying being under a roof, in a bed, next to someone…

Silvermoon - Journal entry: does anyone ever keep track of this sort of thing?

I have not seen nor heard from Leon this past day or two while I am in Silvermoon. Until I received a notification there was a package awaiting me. A package? I took it to a semi-secluded spot on the Royal Exchange, and opened it.

Inside it was the most beautiful flower I had ever seen. As I took it out to admire it, a slip of a note fell out also. As I read the note from Leon, my eyes filled with tears. He still thought of me, and he said he had been searching for something for me. And when he saw this flower, its beauty reminded him of me.

This is what caused the tears. We haven't seen each other for awhile, and yet we are in each others thoughts. What a dear sweet man he is to do this and I have kept the note, knowing he wrote it and thought about me like that. Oh, Leon, you certainly know a way to a woman's heart.

This lily seems to have a very heady scent, and I can smell it in my room as I go to rest for the day. Between its lovely scent and the sentiments from Leon, my dreams revolve around that romantic man.

I want so much to say my man, yet I do not have any rights to him, yet. I need to work on that.

From the pages of my journal:

Familiarity breeds contempt. Can one have complacency in life and not see the dangers? Does one fall into the mundane and accept it without realizing the dangers and pitfalls?

I have and did. I fell into a pattern, and kept repeating the pattern until boredom started to settle in. I don't want boredom, or rote, I want spice, and I want life. How did I allow myself to fall into that trap?

I had become distracted. Allowing other things to pull me away from the center of my life, my focus - my family, in particular my wife, Kel'tira. I think she sensed it in me before I came to recognize it myself. And I'm glad she did.

She is a rare and special woman, my Kel'tira. She's a proud woman, but not boastful. And there are so many qualities she has that I tend to forget just how wonderful and precious she is to me.

Me, I'm not special nor am I rare. I'm a dime a dozen rogue off the streets of Silvermoon City. Yet when I am with her, she makes me feel special and and precious. I am not a king or someone of high status, yet in her arms I am, and I like that, I like it alot.

She is first and foremost my friend, my best friend. She knows me more than I know myself, and I am so fortunate to have her as my friend. We started out as friends, and we could confide in one another. Nothing I said to her was ever trivialized, or tossed aside. She listened, and still listens. For that reason alone I love her.

We talked well into the night touching each other again in that friendly intimate way we do when we have something important to say. And I made that connection back with my wife.

My soulmate. I hesitate to use that word or term, for I had long a go called Karamia my one and only, my soulmate. Can you have two? When one is taken from you too soon. And then finding the one who truly does complete you to the point of being your true soulmate? Have I just been fortunate enough to have loved two women in such different ways, and had them return that love tenfold? I only know that Kel'tira is my last and only truest love of my life.

She lays beside me, sleeping quietly. I look at her so comfortable, so wonderfully beautiful to me. And I feel an ache in my heart, and tears well in my eyes. I love her so so much...

Ratheron opens his journal as he sits in the Town Hall of New Dawn, he looks up first before he writes and thinks on the night's events. He shook his head as he remembered how Rian had walked out of the training ring as soon as Rath explained how it would begin. He snorted to himself as he remember how Tai and Ashok handled it.

So my assumptions were proven correct. Rian does not have what it takes to be a monk, or perhaps I should say he does not have what it takes to train as a monk needs to. He will become a monk but he will be mediocre at best. He doesn't have the dedication, the drive or the initiative to reach his goals. He cannot see the bigger picture.

I believe that Tai pegged him correctly, he was afraid. He didn't show it, heavens he has learned how to mask his emotions but a Death Knight like Tai doesn't need to see it. He can taste it and smell it. It was what tipped the scales for me, I believe as I tried to reason with Rian to move forward and accept his first training exercise with me and learn his first two lessons. But he refused and as such I chose to not take him as my student. It was embarrassing for the man really.

He did it in front of his girlfriend, Rhannah, a woman I am fond of for her courage and drive to succeed. She would make a better monk than Rian. I took time to try and teach him and yet he didn't want to be taught, he didn't want to face the hard truths and facts that he needed to before he could begin truly training as a monk.

I wonder if perhaps my methods are at fault, perhaps I push too hard at first. But I look at Shadow and see that she thrived, she grew and continues to grow. My methods are not at fault I assure myself, it is Rian and his lack of spine. The man lacks the convictions necessary and so he cannot take the next step on that path in which he gives himself to his training.

I will continue to have Lineron push him physically. He may not reach the mental and spiritual levels that he needs to as a monk, but I will be sure that he reaches the physical.

The night was dreadful, not only was Rian humiliated by the bullying tactics of someone he thought was to be a good trainer, but he felt as if he could never please the man. Although Rian tried to be brave, there was no way he could stand up to three of the fiercest fighters he could possibly imagine.

All of his life he had been beaten by his brother and occasionally by his father for unfathomable reasons. He did not understand how training consisting of terrorizing someone who has no self confidence to begin with would even be allowed. It was as cruel and thoughtless as tossing a baby into a pool filled with sharks and simply telling him to swim or die. With no understanding of how this would even begin to help him with his low self confidence, Rian sat in his small cabin.

He could not face Rhannah, or anyone else of the Fellowship. He was humiliated and broken. This was not the place for him. No doubt Rhannah thought him a spineless coward for running away. Perhaps he was worthless and unwanted. In spite of his love for her, he could not stay and be humiliated further.

With a nearly broken heart he packed his meager belongings. She did not deserve a spineless coward. He loved her too much to shackle her to that fate. Leaving a small note to her should she come to his cabin, he slipped out into the darkness and vanished into the cold night air.

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My dear Rhannah,

You are as dear to me as the sun is to the flowers. The memory of your smile will haunt my dreams. I cannot stay in this place any longer. My path is solitary for in that way no one else comes to harm but myself. Forgive me, you deserve better.

Rian

(Hey, can I join this RP?)

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