[areris-ironsah]

Report 3059

To say I got the shit beat out of me is quite honestly a grand under-fucking-statement. The Lady wanted to see how ‘durable’ I was. Now the girl who punched me did so with all the force of an Ancient behind her tiny pink fists and I’d be lying if I didn’t confess that a woman who can bring me pain like that, can turn me on at the same time. Ruptured kidney, bruised spleen, few broken ribs, and was pretty damn near to getting my face broke along with the rest of it. 

I stood there. Observing as everything descended into anarchy and in-fighting. Even ‘friendly’ fire against the head of the house. To be on point, I ain’t seen such disorderly, unregulated, degenerate display of such poorly disciplined disciples since I last toured the Stormwind Orphanage. The captain in me cringes at the thought of this behavior in the open.

From the moment they all arrived, the insubordination was clear. A legitimate conversation couldn’t be maintained while the three who I suspected would have likely been serving as security detail, were far more interested in playing ballerina and ass grab.

I lost my flask and by lost, I mean it was knocked out of my hand and skidded across the ground. I’m adding ‘one flask’ to my pay-grade.

Despite the tragic loss, the misery, and the irritance, it wasn’t an empty handed night. This might have taken me days... weeks. But the reward was instant.

No one ever listens to the blind drunk.

[areris-ironsah]

Report 3058

Stop fucking up your entrances, Ironsah. 

[areris-ironsah]

Report 3057

SI:7 on my ass already. What are the odds. Old comrade. Former arresting agent. Commander Ashtalon’s human dick sleeve. One fel of a day.

Just to be clear on the record, I was never charged with misconduct and I think that’s why Miss Agent is so pantie twisted with me right off the blades-edge. I think she’s still a little raw around the lady lobes after her case against me was literally fucked-in half. She’s smart, but Alkahest is smarter. We had strings. We had agents. We had tiny little plants all over the fucking cities. So my dismissal on the technicality that a ‘blindman’ can’t see the crime he is committing, left a scuff mark on her otherwise flawless record.

Have I yet listed how impatient I get, while being patient? Waiting for letter replies. Waiting for return contact. 

I still need to find a Mage and an alchemist to trust enough not to sell me some sort of mirror-gender-swapping-formula-in-a-glass-bottle. Worse case... I’ll ask Van Zant. 

Overall a general consensus of the last few days has been wildly unproductive. Fulfilling. Frustrating, is perhaps the most accurate phrase. Ain’t that things are falling apart, only that on my end, things are taking longer to come together 

[areris-ironsah]

Report 3056

Warrior training does not mix with alchemical experimentation. The use of invisibility potion effect is broken when landing TOO HARD upon any ground surface, when performing long jumping to cross deep bodies of river-- because we all know plate sinks. This conflict of two interest (Being me and Alchemy) make subtly difficult. And me look like a fucking jackass.

I encountered the group I sought out in the desolate waste-fall of Deadwind Pass. A few seemed to be engaged in a less than friendly brawl and my presence seemed undesirable. All ignored me, save for one. A Miss Ane, who could have benefited from a loosening of her corset and a drink I didn’t offer.

They all belonged to House…. some fucking name I can’t begin how to spell, which is the same name as a Lord who wanted me to go play fetch with his lost loyalist. I said I’d think about it and I did, which was I wasn’t going to play fucking hunting party for what appeared and sounded like a routine thing. Maybe she just ran away? Maybe she went with whoever took her? Maybe she’s a star crossed lover running away from daddy to be with her forbidden sex-toy.

There are no fewer orc shits I could honestly give, by the end of the night.

To conclude this overall brief reprisal. House…. whoever the fuck they were again… is pointedly a “Family” which means whatever you are asked to do, you aren’t paid for. You aren’t a mercenary for hire, which given the last two-hundred years under the Alkeheist banner that I’ve served, has been all that I am.

I find no real threat is posed in any form this stew of rejected murloc slop. They’re quick to tear each others throats out and like children, resilient, yet abiding to listen to “Big Papa Lordy”. They’ll cause more problems internally, more mortal wounds brawling, than I can ever fathom reaching beyond their ‘tight knit circle’.

[areris-ironsah]

Public records submitted by Commander Charam Ashtalon detail a rescue team charged with locating, then Private Ironsah, before their withdrawal from Northrend. The soldier was reportedly captured and later discovered within the bowels of an apothecarian laboratory. Tortured and experimented on, Areris was left a deformed corruption. His body mutilated; his eyes greatly damaged and his system flooded with arcane energy.

Upon recovery, attending medics were able to purge most of the overdosing pollution from his body, but could do nothing to repair the wounded elf's eyesight. One thing noted in documentation from his healers, this overload of arcane had left a residual imprint within the Kaldorei, allowing for him to note the magical auras of some and see them as shallow silhouettes in his eternal darkness.

While further investigation is required inorder to conclude if Captain Areris Ironsah is fit enough to continue his service within the Kaldorei military, he has been threatened in to a forced retirement.