(( This is a continuation of a RP I started with a few people a couple weeks ago that ended up kind of trailing off, regarding the homless situation that Alliance are experiencing in Westfall and in Stormwind (though its more hidden in the city). It's being posted in journal entry format so if you feel like jumping in, by all means go right ahead.))
For months I’ve carried with tome with me, but I’ve never felt the urge to write in it until now.
It’s been several weeks since I began my little excursions into Stormwind, dropping off little toys and some cured & pickled food to the less fortunate of the city. Usually it goes by without incident, occasionally I’ve heard some children squeal with glee when they see the things I’ve left on the windowsill when I was a bit to noisy in leaving them there. I can only assume they think I’m Greatfather Winter coming early, but that isn’t the reason I choose to write this entry now.
I leave this entry in this journal in hopes that someone may find it and know what happened to me if I do not make it out of this, and why I didn’t come home this night.
It’s really all my fault for going about this the way I did; free running through rooftops of the city instead of simply swooping down and depositing the items in the needed places. I guess I found it a bit of a thrill to dodge the aerial patrols and wandering guards, the sort of thrill that I no longer get to experience as a father and husband. The sort of thrill I wish I could have just forgotten now that I am in this predicament.
Maybe I was just having too much fun, maybe I was just overconfident, or maybe it was just plain stupidity, but I stopped watching my footing for a moment and I lost it as I went to jump between buildings in what the inhabitants of this city call the “Mage Quarter”.
What I remember isn’t to clear, but what I do remember is feeling my right foot slide out from under me as I went to propel myself between the nearby rooftops, and watching them fall away from me. I can remember reaching to try and catch myself but only feeling something solid catch my throat and then the world went black.
This leaves me where I am now. I came to inside one of the derelict buildings within the section of the city that was ravaged by Deathwing upon his return to this plane. My right leg is broken in several places from what I can feel when I try to stand up, but it is in a splint and I don’t know how it came to be that way. There is also a bandage around my throat, also unknown as to how it got there. I’ve tried calling out for my drake partner, I know she’ll probably give me a earful along with my wife, but I can barely breathe right now, much less make any sort of noise.
If I’m unable to get home, I want to say that I love my wife and kids, and I’m thankful for all the joy they have given me, but I pray to whatever powers that be that I can be with them again.
I can hear someone or som
For months I’ve carried with tome with me, but I’ve never felt the urge to write in it until now.
It’s been several weeks since I began my little excursions into Stormwind, dropping off little toys and some cured & pickled food to the less fortunate of the city. Usually it goes by without incident, occasionally I’ve heard some children squeal with glee when they see the things I’ve left on the windowsill when I was a bit to noisy in leaving them there. I can only assume they think I’m Greatfather Winter coming early, but that isn’t the reason I choose to write this entry now.
I leave this entry in this journal in hopes that someone may find it and know what happened to me if I do not make it out of this, and why I didn’t come home this night.
It’s really all my fault for going about this the way I did; free running through rooftops of the city instead of simply swooping down and depositing the items in the needed places. I guess I found it a bit of a thrill to dodge the aerial patrols and wandering guards, the sort of thrill that I no longer get to experience as a father and husband. The sort of thrill I wish I could have just forgotten now that I am in this predicament.
Maybe I was just having too much fun, maybe I was just overconfident, or maybe it was just plain stupidity, but I stopped watching my footing for a moment and I lost it as I went to jump between buildings in what the inhabitants of this city call the “Mage Quarter”.
What I remember isn’t to clear, but what I do remember is feeling my right foot slide out from under me as I went to propel myself between the nearby rooftops, and watching them fall away from me. I can remember reaching to try and catch myself but only feeling something solid catch my throat and then the world went black.
This leaves me where I am now. I came to inside one of the derelict buildings within the section of the city that was ravaged by Deathwing upon his return to this plane. My right leg is broken in several places from what I can feel when I try to stand up, but it is in a splint and I don’t know how it came to be that way. There is also a bandage around my throat, also unknown as to how it got there. I’ve tried calling out for my drake partner, I know she’ll probably give me a earful along with my wife, but I can barely breathe right now, much less make any sort of noise.
If I’m unable to get home, I want to say that I love my wife and kids, and I’m thankful for all the joy they have given me, but I pray to whatever powers that be that I can be with them again.
I can hear someone or som
