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| - The other day I stood face to face with a most hideous and unbecoming creature imaginable: a Troll. Yumeko has grown quite fond of summoning Infernals in the middle of Goldshire, and then watching the subsequent terror that ensues. Though I am more guarded against such a practice, I will always stand by her side and make sure that upon the breaking of the enslavement spell, the creature falls before it can deal any permanent damage to my love. A Warlock friend of my wifes that was still in training was brought along to view the mastery of the demon, however I am getting ahead of myself! Before we got to Goldshire, something else totally irksome had occurred. Yumeko had awoken before I had, and she must have quietly left the bedroom in which we were sleeping to take care of some business. During this time, she met the aforementioned Warlock and the two of them were discussing matters in the Dwarven District in Stormwind. Upon my awakening, I quickly made my way to my sweet love to see how she was doing, and I was introduced to the Warlock. After meeting the young woman, Yumeko made a request that nearly made my heart burst in my chest. She wanted to summon the Infernal in The Park of Stormwind, since it wouldnt be too crowded. Had she forgotten all that I had asked of her? Had she ignored the fact that I want to try to LIVE to have grandchildren and have the time that I want to be her husband? Particularly with the prior knowledge that TWICE we were stopped in the Park of Stormwind by the Ordo and nearly taken care of, how could she even consider doing such a thing? I was thrown, quite frankly, into a rage and my mood went from quite cordial to very, very sour. I felt bad for the young girl I had just met, for I was hardly in the mood to be nice anymore and she clearly got an impression of me that was negative, to say the least. It brings into question my wifes actions at any time Im not around just like that stupid Calithos incident. How, in the name of the Shadow, could she consider doing such a thing after nearly being killed the previous night?? At first, I told her I was not going with her to wherever she would summon an Infernal (she had accepted summoning it in Goldshire after I reprimanded her) but she shot me a look that hit my heart hard, and I decided to join them. With Karkune on her back, we traveled to Goldshire and summoned the creature. Once more the local animals burst into flame and died and several passerbys stood in awe and fear. The local shopkeepers ran away, screaming for guards, while Karkune clapped and smiled as if he had been given a brand new magic tome. The adept Warlock was very impressed at my wifes prowess, and after destroyed the enraged demon when the enslavement wore off, we were about to head back to Stormwind. It was at this time that the Troll appeared. I do now know what this creatures name was [OOC: Vodouwizan] but he stood on the road to Stormwind like a fool and hopped around like an idiot. He merely reinforced my belief that the members of the Horde are simply idiots. The idea that Yumeko wishes to realign with these creatures was fresh in my mind and seeing that I may have to lower myself to calling this cretin friend made my skin crawl. Oddly, however, something stayed my hand from destroying the animal right there in the road. Perhaps it was the fact that Yumeko was present, and undoubtedly a long, drawn out fight would occur had I melted him where he stood. I did polymorph him repeatedly, and laughed as he ran around as a sheep. I even shrunk him occasionally with my shrink ray, but I did not lay a hand on him. Others that passed through attacked him, but many were too weak to damage his formidable armor. He was very friendly towards Yumeko, however, and she seemed so happy to be in his presence. Nevertheless, I kept my distance and criticized him for what he was. Yumeko repeatedly, repeatedly defended the monster for being a sentient and feeling creature, and that because he smiled and had not tried to slaughter us, he truly must be intelligent. Rubbish. Absolute rubbish if you ask me. A debate of sorts erupted between two Night Elves and the Brey family, as to the racial tensions that have occurred between us, as well as the nature of magic. The tree hugging, animal loving, forest living Night Elves are so blinded by their leaves that they cannot even begin to fathom the untapped power of the Nether! Why, the mere thought of such a prospect, having the Nether at my fingertips, warms my chest and quickens my heart. As we continued to study the Troll, however, Yumeko called the Alliance a piece of.. well, I dare not say the next word, but lets just say that its synonymous with offal. Right then and there I took my leave and slowly walked back towards Stormwind. My wife and our child were so enamored with the Troll that she did not even notice that I had left! After passing by that idiot Wendall of the Crimson Hounds (who stupidly tried to recruit me) I made my way to the outside of the Slaughtered Lamb and sat quietly, contemplating just what to do. I thought back to our relationship prior to our marriage, and prior to our coming together, and I see the type of a man that I was. A close-minded, overconfident, callous Mage that saw other opinions inferior to his own and his own assurances capable of eclipsing any other concerns. These traits, I believe, are what had made my beautiful wife hate me, and I still see these traits come out occasionally. But she does not help me! Embracing a troll in front of me and blatantly ignoring laws does not help ease the concerns and reservations that I have! And her calling the Alliance a piece of filth, that is akin to calling my entire life filth. It is as if she calls the death of my family, my time in Dalaran, and my work with Daelin Proudmoore as nothing more than a black, seeping wound on the history of Azeroth, and that hurts. I sat there, for a very long time, and I do not know if throughout that time she even noticed that I was gone. But finally, after what appeared to be an eternity, she came up behind me and quietly laid my son beside me. She felt bad for hurting me and she said she wanted to study the Troll some more. I personally think she should have come and seen just what had angered her husband, but then again, she is a curious woman and I still dont know how she will react to certain situations. Nonetheless, she felt bad for what she had done to me though she continued to hammer home the wish to join the Horde. Though she angers me and drives me crazy sometimes, I love her with all my being and I told her that shes all I have now. I dont have Dalaran, I dont have a family, I dont even have the Alliance anymore. All I have is my wife and our child and yet, I think that I will be content with that. I fear that if we do realign with the Horde, I will be miserable, and I told her that. I do fear that I will succumb to despair and be unable to pull myself out of a depression but I suppose I am willing to take such a chance to better protect my family. Ive lived forty-one years for myself and for the Alliance, I suppose I can live the rest of my life for someone else. Needless to say, this was not the end of the evening, but rather the beginning. Though I grow tired of writing all these issues that Ive had to deal with have worn me out. However, following the conversation outside of the Lamb, I actually became a student and Yumeko became a teacher. I was going to have my first infusion of Nether energy, be that as it may and it felt so good. Archin Brey
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