Gilnean Harvest Witch. Knight Captain of the Stormwind City Watch. Spirit whisperer and speaker to nature. Asks come from fenril aka Faeril Starfallen. (Main blog.)
āNothingās changed. Youāll go home. Youāll be bored. Youāll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. Youāre too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They donāt even get your name right.ā
An obvious bomb is set where Morrowgrove can see it. The fuse is not lit but a sticky note is attached. āIt is best not to mourn times gone by but smile gleeful at the memories they leave. Thinking of you, wherever you are. May the rest of your days be peaceful andā¦quiet.ā
If that note wasnāt attached to a bomb itād be burned vigorously. Instead thisāll be disposed of with a disappointed mom look about her. Sheāll stay retired. Thanks.
Iāve thought about it but in the end thatās a big olā nope. Iāve gone to Guild Wars 2. Itās been much nicer and virtually drama free. I fear Iād find the same drama retail had if I went to Epsi.
Iāve thought about doing like wow discord rp or something but I forget to post often enough Iād feel bad for anyone thatād offer it. :(
Hence the struggle. Iāll just keep missing the good olā days.
It was like any other average day in the office. Paperwork that felt ceaseless, letters, court documents, and case reviewal after case reviewal to determine follow ups and courses of action for proceeding onwards. It was when mid afternoon broke and the sun was at its peak the worgen guard captain left this paperwork nightmare to procure...more papers. Though this was a simple trip to her mailbox just outside the office door. The box naturally was stuffed full to the brim, it was after all a weekday when courts were in session and cases were tried.Ā ācase resolved, summons...ā she huffed, groaning seeing anything with noble seals stamped well aware she had to offer a response in kind to whatever that letter may be.
It was a thicker folder at the bottom of the mail that grabbed the worgenās attention. Her ears folded back seeing the senderās rank. A field marshal? High Command? That was never a good sign nor a desire to get personal mail sent from those positions. On the back it had aĀ āread upon receiving.ā stamped to the paperwork. So Alexandria closed her office door, took a seat and dared to open the folder. A clawed nail sliced the top open delicately to dump the contents with little grace at all onto the desk. A loud clattering made her look at what had fallen.Ā
A badge?
She picked it up, seeing it wasnāt a new Captainās badge rather...a Lieutenant Commanderās badge sheād be quick to set it down, taking her gaze to the letter that accompanied the badge.Ā
āTo Alexandria A Morrowgrove,
Due to catch ups, reformation of ranks, and review of your performance youāve been given the appropriated rank deserved after your actions both on and off of the field. Your promotion is immediate and the badge is enclosed within the folder. With efforts in the Shadowlands escalating youāre being reassigned to assist with front line efforts to stop Sylvanas Windrunner and her lackies.
Your reassignment is effective immediately, your deployment will be done within a week of this send out. Your destination for further orders is known as Korthia.Ā
We are sorry for how sudden this change is, and hope matters can be kept in order within the unit youāve commandeered over the past couple of years.
More will be said and done in person.
Congratulations,Ā
High Command.ā
A brief but damning letter. Effective immediately? She knew the ranks had been thinned with the wars but this? A clawed hand raked through her mane, there was so much to do. Paperwork and office clean up. Then it hit her. She sat back in her chair to look around the office. This wasnāt hers anymore.
It was Terranās.
She had to tell Terran the next time she saw him. The Captainās badge pinned to her chest sheād remove, setting it down. That newer badge sheād unclip, putting it in place where the Captainās badge had been. Sheād have to get it shiny, to prepare for what was to come.Ā
Then there was telling Valorian...though that was. She laughed out loud in the empty room. Heād already gone to Korthia as a volunteer. Whisked away by duty in the night heād gone before anyone could fuss too much about his sudden departure. This news came for the worgen and she alone would deal with the realization of where she was going. This promotion felt like a sinking ship needing a new captain to plug holes. Not something to be celebrated.Ā
Sheād prop her elbows on the desk, rubbing her face with claws until her cheeks hurt from claw tips pressing into the flesh. Not enough to cut, enough to hurt however and it made her eyes water.Ā āSpirits...I donāt get a choice in hopinā heās ready for mā job. I wusnāt ready for it...ā Alex shook her head.Ā āI wusnāt ready for it at all.Ā ām sorry Terran. I just...hope Iāve done enough tā prep ya for wot happens.āĀ
Alex got up after awhile, going to her office door. Sheād start the afternoon now by taking her name plate and picture down from the door and hallway respectively. While things were slow and she had time she could clean up, prep, get things in order for whenever she and Terran would see each other next.
Sheād have to tell the unit farewell.Ā
OOC bit:
Due to amounting IRL stresses and a massive disenchantment with WoW Iāve decided on my own accord itās time I take a massive break from the game. Guild leadership of the Stormwind City Watch (WrA) is being passed on to Terran.Ā
This post is a way to retire Morrowgrove out to become more of an NPC background military character assisting the front lines. The promotion was the easiest way in my opinion to go about it.Ā
Iāll be around on discord still, though my main games I play will likely be Guild Wars and whatever else is hiding on my steam account Iāve neglected over time.Ā
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