[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Dear Diary,

I asked Xarola what to do, and she said that she thinks he definitely likes me, because he comes to visit all the time. I don’t know if that’s true, because Orledin comes to visit all the time too, though he spends all his time in the kitchen. I just thought he came along because he was bored, or to keep an eye on Orledin or something. I can see him doing something like that. I said I didn’t think so, because he’d never given me any signs or anything like that. I also told Xarola about how they treat Hernester, and she said I should go and talk to the captain there. I really don’t think he would listen to someone he doesn’t even know. A lot of people don’t like being told they are doing things the wrong way. Xarola said he’d listen to me because I’m undead and I know more about it, well that’s not really true in my experience. Then when I was already there I could talk to Salenicus. But I don’t even know what I would say. He stopped coming to visit anyway, so I thought that was the end of it. Then Linarelle came to see me and I told her about it, and I guess she talked to him because he changed his mind and brought flowers.

They were nice flowers. I’m pretty sure they were bought in the city because they aren’t ones that grow here, and it’s still a bit too cold for flowers. There was a card too, with a poem. He didn’t write it but he said that was how he feels. It was a nice poem. I didn’t know he felt any of those things. I mean, just because I’m the only person here who is undead too. I guess there’s the ranger, but she doesn’t talk to them. So he picked me because I’ll talk to him. He said that he was lonely, I can understand that at least. But it’s a long way to go just to talk to someone every day. I mean, we can’t do any of the things in the book — well, most of them anyway. That’s another thing, he said his wife used to read those books. I don’t know what to think about that. Does he still miss her? He probably does. He’s a lot older so I should have figured he would have had a family before. He also said he doesn’t care that I’m a human. Obviously I don’t care that he’s an elf, but I think elves tend to care a little more about that kind of thing.

They have the night patrol, but they take a couple of breaks during the night. I said it would probably be okay to meet outside in the garden, as long as I tell Tik. It wouldn’t be a good idea for them to be coming inside in the middle of the night, it might wake people up and scare them. But out in the garden, or the woods would be okay. Salenicus said he was going to try to get Orledin and the other ranger to stop here. I hope they aren’t just going to be standing around the whole time. That would be awkward.

[Story] Sorelle’s Diary

[[ Kids are off on Spring Break this week, we’re also preparing for our moving sale next weekend, so it’s kind of busy around here. Doing my best to write anyway! ]]

Magister Fairsong brought me some wood from the city. There’s a cloth bag and it’s full of little pieces, all different sizes and colors. I don’t know what kind of wood any of them are, but they seem like they’re nice. Definitely nicer than firewood for carving. Most are squares or rectangles but some are triangles, or have a little curve. There are also some metal tools and a book about how to carve things. I don’t know how much Salenicus knows about it, so hopefully the book is useful to him. I have everything ready for the next time they bring bread. I tried to give Magister Fairsong some money for it, but he said it was okay. That was nice of him. When I asked him about going, he thought it was for me. I guess I could have said it was, but then he’d notice when I was never carving it. Maybe I could learn too, but I already have my own hobby. Two, actually, sewing and gardening. I just said it was for someone else, I’m pretty sure he could figure it out because no one else ever talks to me for more than a few minutes, besides teachers anyway.

I think he was kind of upset about that, like he thinks they should be spending more time with me. If they don’t want to, that’s okay. I don’t want him to force them, having people pretend to like you doesn’t feel good. It’s my hope that eventually they will get used to me and someone will be able to see past it, but it does take time. I’m not ashamed to admit that I probably wouldn’t have wanted to talk to a dead person before, either. Loralinde is really interested in ghosts, so I have a feeling she might ask me about that. It’s kind of her hobby, I guess. Even being a magic student, you need something to do in your own time. She says she talks to the different ghosts here and is trying to study them. I don’t know how the ghosts feel about it. If I was a ghost it might feel like she was being kind of nosy, but I’m not a ghost. I have seen some in the ruins of Lordaeron though, and there are other kinds of undead there. I could tell her about those if she asks me. If she really wanted, she could go and see them for herself but I do not recommend it. That city is really disgusting and smelly. I’m dead and even I could smell it.

He also asked a lot about the ball, like if I was going to go. I can’t eat anything, so it’s awkward to just sit around and watch everyone else dance. It just makes me feel sad and more left out. I didn’t want to say that because I think he already felt guilty when I said that people don’t talk to me. But even he didn’t allow undead until recently, or did he forget about that? Orledin and Salenicus weren’t even allowed to come in until I came here. And that was only because Magister Raleth vouched for me. If not for him, I wouldn’t be allowed here at all. I don’t know, I thought about sewing a new dress, I have some nice pastel fabric and I could make some fabric flowers to go on it. I can’t use real flowers because I don’t want to pick them from the garden, plus these ones won’t die. But it seems like it would be a waste to make a dress for a party I won’t even stay at. I still have a little while to decide.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Dear Diary,

Orledin came to the school again, he baked some little cookies for the baby that looked like a baby head. That sounds weird, but they were cute. I wish I could have eaten one, I bet they were really good. As soon as he arrived, he went right into the kitchen again. I don’t really think he wants to talk. The other death knight came too though, he was out in the sitting room while I was studying. I’m trying to get better at arcane, especially portals, so I’ve been doing extra studying in my free time. I think it would be great to be able to just go anywhere I like. Well, anywhere I’ve seen before, but that’s still a lot of freedom. It’s not that I don’t like it here, just sometimes it would be nice to go somewhere on my own.

He asked what I was reading about and I explained, he also wanted to know what I do when I’m not studying. I said that I like sewing, it’s fun to be able to make something out of just some cloth and thread. I’m not an expert or anything, but I’m pretty good and I can make some nice things. It’s handy when I can’t get to any shops, which I can’t here. I could ask Tik or the headmaster to buy fabric for me I suppose, but they won’t know exactly what I want. I like to be able to see and touch it before choosing. When I lived in the tower I never got fabric so I just had to use whatever was there, those dresses weren’t very nice. Since they’re going to build a greenhouse, I thought I might try gardening as well. I don’t think it would be too difficult and I like the idea of being able to grow something, make something pretty where it wasn’t there before. Plants won’t care that I’m not alive.

From what he said, being a ranger is pretty good. He said he likes that Sunashe yells at him, which I thought was pretty weird, but then he explained that he meant because he’s treated like a regular elf, and not an undead one. That makes sense, though I still don’t think I’d like getting yelled at. There are three undead rangers, they’re all elves but one is a girl too. Plus the one outside. I don’t like that they call him the “lawn ornament”, even if he’s lost his memory it’s still not very nice. I think I’d be upset seeing him there every day and reminding me of what’s going to happen. I hope it doesn’t for a long time. There must be mages working on stopping it, right? If that’s even possible. I’m the first undead person allowed here, and that’s only because Magister Raleth vouched for me. Otherwise I’d still be banned, and so would the undead rangers. I told the death knight that it still feels weird sometimes, like they’re trying to be friendly but they don’t really know how. Which might be true.

I am looking forward to Shattrath though. Salenicus said there’s a market there, and undead aren’t banned, unlike Silvermoon, so I’ll be able to buy things. I have some money saved up so I hope they have some nice fabric. It’ll give me something to do at night that’s not loud. I don’t want to disturb anyone. I also want to get some more journals for writing in. I don’t know what else, maybe some garden tools, but I think Terellion might already have those. But it would be good to have my own.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Diary

Orledin kept his word and brought some bread to the school. Usually Terellion makes it, but I have to agree that Orledin’s looks really good. I can’t say whether it tastes better or not because I haven’t tasted either of them. He also brought the other death knight along with him. Orledin just sort of left him in the common room and disappeared into the kitchen with all the bread. He was in there a really long time, I suppose he was talking to Terellion and Tik about cooking or something. I thought he wanted to talk to me but I guess not.

The other death knight was okay though. He’s not as cute as Terellion, but he’s okay. He was worried about sitting on the furniture because he’d been outside. I told him it was fine. People come in with way more dirt than him all the time, usually Xarola and Vyn after they went for a walk, and the other rangers come here sometimes too. As long as you don’t put your muddy boots on the couch or something, but he didn’t do that. That would make Tik upset, although he was still in the kitchen. We talked a little bit. He asked about what I’m studying and where I’m from. I explained that I wanted to work on my arcane and frost magic more so I can take my final exam, and that I’m from Dalaran. He didn’t ask which Dalaran I meant, which is good I guess. I don’t really like talking about that anyway. He wondered if death knight frost magic is anything like mage frost magic, I don’t know but I said he could maybe talk to Raleth about it, or Keyalenn. So he’s going to come back to do that. I would think it’s not the same, because death knights don’t get magical training that I know of, but maybe they can learn something from him.

I did ask what he did before, and he said he helped find lost death knights. I thought that was strange, like how do you lose them? I thought they were all under control, though I suppose they aren’t now. Or what if they just become too broken to fight anymore? I know it happens to Forsaken eventually. It must happen to them too. I told him I meant when he was alive, and he said he worked on the docks, I guess that means unloading them and such since he said he didn’t sail on them. He said there were humans and dwarves there but he didn’t say anything about either of them. He spoke common though, which is good. He said that he and Orledin went through demon portals to fight them. That would mean they were in the Nether, which is really dangerous. He said he didn’t know if it was, but where else would demon portals be coming from? Unless they were opened by someone who isn’t a demon, that’s the only possibility. Back when I had to study in that awful place, I learned way more about demons than I ever wanted to. He also said that he and Orledin killed dreadlords, except that he did all of it because Orledin wasn’t very good at fighting. I don’t know if he was exaggerating or not, it sure sounds like it because from what I know about them they are very large and dangerous. I’ve never even seen one myself but like I said, I know about them from books and my teachers. He said they killed a lot of them, not all at once but one after the other. Why would he exaggerate though? Unless he was trying to show off, but I can’t tell if he was or not.

I explained how I usually practice later in the night when the others are in bed. For one, it’s more private so if I mess up it’s less embarrassing, and for two it gives me something to do at night. It gets really boring sitting in my room alone so I usually use that time to study, or read. I borrow books from the other girls sometimes, though I’ve read most of them by now. Sometimes I sew, but in the winter it’s a bit dark for that and I don’t want the lights to keep anyone else awake. The death knight seemed interested in the library here, there are some history and adventure books that he’d probably like. I don’t think he’d like the girls’ books very much. Honestly, they are silly but I guess I like them because it’s the closest I’ll get to anything like that now.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Sorelle’s Journal

We had the big winter ball here. I wasn’t really planning to stay for very long, because it’s not very fun when you can’t eat anything and can’t dance with anyone. If I’m just going to sit in the corner, I could at least do it in my room where it’s comfortable. But the headmaster said I should go, and I didn’t know if it was required or something so I did. I have a nice blue robe that looks wintery. It just feels really weird and awkward to sit there by myself and look at all the food I can’t eat and people who are dancing with other people. I think Renner might not have anyone, but I hardly ever see him anyway. He was at the party though, at the food tables. The ballroom was very beautiful, though. It was hung with little lights and tons of candles, and glittery snowflakes and real branches from evergreen trees. Everyone was wearing their fanciest robes.

An elf asked if he could sit by me. He was really handsome, and he had very fancy armor. I think he might be a death knight, but I didn’t ask. He was definitely dead though. I thought he was trying to make a joke at first, he asked if the seat was taken. Then he asked if I was saving it for my friends. Good one. We talked a lot, he has a nice voice too. He told me that he’s one of the rangers out in the forest, and there are two others like him there, except he didn’t think they came to the party. Normally they weren’t allowed to come to the balls, but since the headmaster allowed me he changed the rules, I guess. Maybe that’s why he wanted me to come to this one. We talked a lot, he told me about the other rangers and about this other ranger that he likes. It figures that I meet someone who might actually be interested and he likes guys. An alive guy. I don’t mean to discourage him but I don’t think that is going to happen. I can’t see any alive person wanting to spend very much time with someone like us. Sure, it would be nice, but we can’t do anything that alive people can do. An undead person would be okay, I think. Mostly I just want someone to talk to, which I guess he can do, but I know it could never be anything more than that. Is that enough? I’m not sure. He did say he wanted to come and visit me again, or well, he wants to visit the school again. At the rangers he bakes bread and cookies and he wants to bring some by. He said he’d try to bring the other ranger along with him one time, he’s dead as well but he used to be married and he had two children. So he’s probably older, I don’t know if it matters now though since neither of us will age. And he’s also an elf, so I bet he’s handsome as well. I don’t know how to talk to guys though, especially elves, I think I should ask one of the girls here. Hopefully one of them would be willing to help me.

[Story] Story a Week 47

[[ Prompt: A story about a magic spell ]]

Sorelle sniffed at the jar warily. She couldn’t be sure if it was the right kind of butterfly wings; the label was long worn off. They weren’t normally stocked in the practice rooms, she had found them in a forgotten drawer in her bedroom. In her reading, she’d looked up what they might be used for, and found something intriguing — a simple illusion spell. Most were far too advanced for her, especially someone who mostly studied fire, but Sorelle had read and re-read the butterfly wing spell over and over and she was certain that she could manage it. She’d tucked the little jar away in a pocket inside her robe and padded down to the practice rooms. It wasn’t exactly against the rules to cast after hours, but she was still wary as she didn’t precisely know what the outcome might be. If something went wrong, she’d rather not have to explain it to anyone — especially the Headmaster.  

Illusion spells were especially finicky. While not as dangerous as fire spells, rooms could easily be warded to not catch flame, and you knew you’d get fire, at least. Not so with illusions; the result could vary wildly based on a hundred factors: the caster, the reagents, the location, perhaps even the lighting and time of day. The only illusion spell that Sorelle felt confident about was a simple color changing spell for objects. But if this one worked… she was getting ahead of herself. Sorelle took a tray out from the drawer and began assembling her reagents. She placed the little jar of butterfly wings on it, along with arcane powder, basilisk scales, fadeleaf, and spider silk. Checking the spellbook, she measured out the precise amounts of each into a stone bowl, and ground them with the pestle. She carefully shook the powder into a glass tumbler filled with water. If she had to breathe, she would have held it as she recited the spell, following along with her finger.

She didn’t feel any different. No tingling or even any magical residue. But the real test would be when she looked into a mirror. Sorelle rushed to the sink and looked into the mirror above it. Nothing. The same skeleton face with its sunken eyes and leathery skin looked back at her. Discouraged, Sorelle went back to her book again. Surely she had overlooked something, measured wrong or mis-spoken a word. She prepared the spell again, triple checking every step. Maybe it was the butterfly wings after all. Sorelle opened the reagent cabinet and searched for anything else that might work. There were moth wings, but that wasn’t really the same. Would they work? It could be dangerous. Sorelle put them back in the cabinet.

Once again, she ground the reagents and added the powder to the liquid. Once again, she read the spell aloud, careful not to skip or mis-pronounce any words. And once again, nothing. Sorelle sat down with a heavy sigh. It was foolish to think she could have cast such a difficult spell correctly, and foolish to think it would disguise what she really was. Every day she saw the other students, so happy and bright and alive, and she felt more and more discouraged. Maybe if she looked more like them, it would be okay. It wasn’t their fault, she could see how she looked. It was right there in the mirror.

“Sora?” Des poked her head in the doorway. “Oh, were you working? I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Embarrassed, Sorelle started to gather up her jars to put them away. “No — I mean, it’s okay. I was finished.”

Des paused. “Let me help you,” she offered, picking up some of the empty vials and jars. “I think the cake is almost done. Did you want to go get some?”

Sorelle felt herself smile. “Yes.” Maybe she didn’t need an illusion after all.

[Story] Ghostclaw Rangers – Sorrowmoss’s Report

Report from Undercity

I arrived at Undercity without incident. There were numerous gourds around the entrance and courtyard, as well as bonfires. I do not know the purpose of these.

Spoke with the city registrar, he allowed me to look over recent records. There was no Orledin listed, though he may have used a different name. Suggested that I check in the market area, as most pass through there.

It is difficult to understand people without jaws. Or tongues.

I asked about armored elves but that appeared to be too vague as they all said they had seen many of those. Orledin may have changed out of his armor, as well. None reported seeing a raptor construct.

The water is green.

There are a lot of rats. Also abominations.

End report