January 28: Catching Up

Journal, journal… it's been far too long since I've last written. Pages have not been filled since the day Deathwing came, and much has happened since that point. Where do I even begin?

Ludovick and I got married the evening before; it was small, just us, and pledged ourselves to one another. Little did I know that his heart was not as truly in it as mine. While I admit wrongdoing the eve after the Shattering-- I thought him dead, was completely distraught-- I worked hard to win him back.

And then he insists on going to Lordaeron to find the walking corse of his daughter, aged perhaps… maybe seven, if she lived? I think he held hope of finding that Amelia whore, as well. I accompanied him, and we enlisted our services within the Argent Crusade. Unfortunately, I was relegated to menial enchantment and alchemy tasks. My leg still troubles me, as it always does.

I left Lordaeron and he stayed. Little did I know that his quest to journey through Lordaeron was accompanied by some harlot I had forbid him to talk to. Some younger, blonde paladin fully functioning limbs. I suppose he got tired of me. I got letters, at first. Then they became fewer, and fewer. I scryed upon him using our rings-- and found him with her.

[The writing at this point devolves into violent threats and scribbles and ink blots. This happens for the better part of a paragraph.]

He's chosen his path. I have chosen mine. It saddens me that they are no longer entertwined, but so be it. I've removed all of my things from his apartment; the kitten is mine, as well.

I did leave him a few things. His whelp has been left caged, and will likely starve and be dead upon his arrival. On his desk I have placed a pistol with two rounds. In his stash of alcohol and other sundries, a single vial of Zeal. I do hope that his new woman gets to see him stark-raving mad as he copes with his addiction.

[The writing at this point turns into more frantic scribbles. Parts of it are barely able to be made out.]

He will come back to me.

He will need me

again.

And when he comes to

me again, he will know the

bitter taste of not getting what he wants.




Until then, I've become more involved in the education of a young sorceress within the Covenant. Emmercy Dray is her name-- and I am sure I've heard it before-- perhaps in Lordaeron? Either way, her situation is very interesting. Her chosen path of magic deals with souls of the dead… and her significant other is a paladin. It reminds me of Ludovick and myself; I wonder which one will crack first.

I took the girl out to a shack in Duskwood, and taught her how to kill. I thought she was going to lose herself not to the insanity that burns quietly beneath, but to the sickness of seeing a corpse for the first time. I imagine she's gotten over it.

I think in time, I will instruct her on how to make Zeal. The majority of my testing has been completed. It is time to seriously put it to market, now. There are plenty of miserable fools that want to escape this world, but are too cowardly to take their own lives. They will pay a pretty penny for a few hours of release… and come crawling back for more when they cannot tolerate reality itself.

I will be a very rich woman.


--F.P.