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Farseer Viraaj laid his pack on the bed. The heavy pack bounced once and then seemed to give up, mirroring the bone deep weariness of its owner. Viraaj let out a weary sigh and sat heavily in the chair next to his bed. It was comfortable and cushioned, large and very sturdy to support his heavy frame, and was his one indulgence made to order. Glancing around the room, he saw everything was mostly undisturbed. A few things were slightly out of place, probably from when the landlady came in to clean every week. He thought there might be another reason, but the thought eluded him until he decided it wasn't important.

Instead he cast his mind back to the six month trip to Outland and his ultimately futile search for Marta and Aldera. He'd scoured the whole of Outland, following up rumors and clues, but to no avail. The changes to the Draenor he remembered disturbed him deeply. Familiar places were horribly transformed, corrupted by the Burning Legion. What must Aldor look like now, he wondered? His one pleasure there was in making sure he sent every demon he encountered back to the Twisting Nether. He knew they wouldn't die, but he could only hope it was painful.

Now, he was back on Azeroth, in Stormwind, and right back at his starting point with nothing to show for it. He wondered how Stephann and Lillian would react on seeing him after so long. He feared they would be angry, but hoped they would forgive. As he considered, he took out his gear and began cleaning and mending all the equipment that had been used hard on his trip. His armor was darker now, no longer the light and cheerful blue of before. It seemed to match his dark thoughts. Slowly and carefully he worked on bringing his weapons, armor, and clothing to serviceability, concentrating with Zen like focus on the task at hand until, as he finished sewing the last travel shirt, daylight began to shine through his window and he realized he'd been up all night without noticing.

As he changed into clean clothing he considered that he wasn't exactly back where he started. He'd taken the time during his travels to learn the Common tongue better, and he knew for certain his mate and their child were not in Outland. That was something. Thinking about his loved ones, he took a viewing crystal out from the bottom of his pack, staring at the image of the two for several minutes before placing it carefully back in its old place on the windowsill.

Turning to the door with a heavy sigh, he braced himself, set a smile on his face, and walked out his door to face Stormwind again.

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The Meeting

Viraaj woke slowly, feeling as if something wasn’t quite right. His bed, normally soft, felt hard and cold, while his head pounded and his side ached as if as staff had jammed into it hard. Slowly, he opened an eye, the bright light of the day causing his throbbing head pain to go from general discomfort to a specific and acute pain on the back of his skull. His eye perceived cobblestones under him, and only after a few minutes did he realize he wasn’t in his bed, but was lying in an alley in Stormwind, the human capital. Continuing to look up, he saw a pair of armored Draenei hooves, leading slowly up armored legs, chest, and finally to a glowing blue orbs of smoke where eyes should be on a Draenei face. The face itself was obscured by a hood that concealed his facial features.

“That was very foolish of you, Viraaj. But… I suppose that is not so unusual for you, hmm?” The figure spoke in a voice, deep and disturbing in tone, one that Viraaj knew and which made him shudder each time he heard it. This was the voice of a Death Knight. Undead, formerly Scourge controlled utterly by the now dead Lich King, finally free of control and allies to Stormwind. Not only a Death Knight, but a Draenei Death Knight. This was a servant of the Light and the Naaru in life, now cut off from that which practically defined all Draenei, unwelcome even among his own people now.

Viraaj flinched at the sound of the voice as well of the memory that was flooding back, memory of a human female with a sad tale of a sick child who could not afford the healer’s fee, and would the noble Draenei please come and see? Just this way, as the human led him into the Old District of the city to a spot at the end of a long alley. It wasn’t until the human turned around with a sly smirk on her face that he grew suspicious and his guard came up. As he began chanting a spell of protection, a stabbing pain hit him in the side, while he felt a blow from a weighted sack fall on the back of his head and blackness overtook him at the same time he felt the sensation of falling.

Sitting up, Viraaj found himself in that same alley, with no sign of his attackers, but with a Draenei Death Knight only a few feet away, radiating the frigid cold found only in the high, windy peaks of Northrend. The fierce cold came off him in waves, and even his armor was covered in a thin layer of frost. Sensing Viraaj’s discomfort, the Death Knight stepped away a few paces until Viraaj could no longer feel the cold coming from him.

Viraaj blushed furiously at the memory of his foolishness and complete misjudgment. The Death Knight simply stood, still and silent and watching Viraaj as he struggled to process what happened to him and make some sense of it all.

“Who… who are you? How did you know I was here?” Viraaj began to overcome his embarrassment as his natural curiosity kicked in. He had never been this close to a Death Knight, much less on of his own race.

“I am called The Wraithstar among my brother knights.” The draenei spoke quietly, his voice still seeming disembodied and reverberating throughout Viraaj’s head like the sound of many people’s cries of agony were forming words at his command.

Viraaj began to get his wits back, such as they were, and now recalled the Death Knight spoke his name as he was waking. He also noted the Wraithstar, as he called himself, didn’t answer the second question. He thought about his mentor Firmanvaar and his friend Lillian, both very wise people, and what they would make of this. He knew they would tell him to think carefully and try to work out what was going on. To be persistent in his questions and above all, to ask good questions. The thought of his friends strengthened his resolve and swept away lingering traces of any fear the Death Knight’s presence seemed to generate. Wraithstar cocked his head slightly as he watched Viraaj, sensing the shift in the shaman’s attitude and starting to smile slightly under his hood.

“You did not answer my other question, Sir Wraithstar,” Viraaj spoke now, his voice filled with the authority of the elements he commanded.

Wraithstar continued to watch him for an uncomfortable stretch of time before chuckling with amusement, itself a disquieting sound, and giving answer. “You are correct. I did not. I am impressed that you noticed, and so I will answer. I have engaged someone over the past few months to watch and follow you. They alerted me to your foolishness and I came to ensure you were alright. I discovered you so, unconscious and robbed, but still alive. You awoke shortly after I arrived.”

The answers were just confusing Viraaj now. Previous clarity of thought gave way to more questions, overwhelming him and muddying up his thoughts. He struggled to regain control of his mind and make sense of what he was hearing, while Wraithstar simply stood and waited with what appeared to be the patience of the dead. Which, one of Viraaj’s many blooming thought tangents noted, was probably exactly the case. Finally, struggling with his thoughts, two questions drove themselves to the forefront.

“How did you know my name, and why are you having me followed?”

The questions were asked with less confidence, as his previous clarity of thought disappeared like a ship in thick ocean fog.

“Because I know you, Viraaj, even if you do not remember me. I knew you on Draenor, and on the Exodar. We are bound by death” Wraithstar answered quickly and without hesitation, then walked away, leaving Viraaj stunned by the answer, mouth agape and mind furiously working to remember this Death Knight, his second question once again unanswered.

(Just a note that this was written before I lost my computer and internet around six months ago, and I’m just now posting it. Just thought I’d comment to avoid any confusion about the next post for Viraaj)

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Diary of Farseer Viraaj

Outside the Blue Recluse tavern, the usual crowd of people were gathered. City residents mingled with freebooters and adventurers of all races, along with students of magic discussing lessons, their teachers, and most importantly, fellow students.

At one table just outside the tavern, a rather large Draenei sat at a table, mug of coffee at hand and a writing kit laid out. A well made, but simple box, with a smooth lid for writing, an inkpot, paper, and several pens. The Draenei absently chewed on one of the pens as he concentrated on putting his thoughts on paper. He didn’t gather much attention near such a jaded and cosmopolitan establishment in the capital city of humanity. In the countryside, any Draenei, much less a huge specimen, would be noticed, stared at, and talked about for weeks. Here, he got second looks from few people, mostly adventurers sizing him up. On the street there were many people coming and going. While some sat at other tables nearby conversing or arguing, others just stood quietly and watched.

Unknown to the Draenei, the attention of one of these watchers was on him. A cowled figure stood next to the tower, keeping still and watching the Draenei. He was oblivious to the attention. She’d noticed he didn’t seem to pick up on people near him. While he didn’t notice his observer, other watchers did, and wondered why the hulking Draenei would garner such attention. He was obviously one of the lower class laborers and didn’t appear worth watching. Their theories varied from the benign to the sinister, but they were all wrong. His watcher ignored the others and continued to watch the Draenei, going over mental notes about his human associates, members of a group called the Sapphire Crusade, most recent rumors involving them in some sort of disagreement with the Kirin-Tor of Dalaran. She imagined she would be asked to investigate the group more thoroughly, but that was for the future. At present she simply stood and watched him quietly as he wrote and crossed out and wrote again, his face locked in deep concentration as he struggled with the paper, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. She knew he was writing an entry for his journal.

Journal Entry

Today I got hurt bad by demons. I was looking for maps in some bildings for my frends Stefan and Lillian. I met some other pepul who wer ther frends, too. I don’t remember there names. We saw some demons and we faut them but I got mad and they cut me with there sords and I was bleeding a lot. They said to get the girl so I think they were trying to get Lillian. Every one faut real good but me cause I got mad and stopped thinking. We found books and maps. Stefan and Lillian were hapy so we did good. Also there was a new person called Norgorber who is in the Safire Crusad also and he is my new frend. Fiting demons made me sad after bcaus of you no wat. Also I hurt. I am going to rest now cause I am tired and I hurt.

The draenei put away his pen with a sigh and looked over the paper dubiously. It appeared he wasn't pleased with the result before  tucking it away in the writing kit. His watcher almost betrayed a sympathetic look. She'd read his writings and they were really bad, though she'd noticed gradual improvement. As he left for his quarters in the Old District, she followed. His quarters were small and shabby, but very clean and tidy. There were no luxuries except a crystal with the image of an adult Draenei female and a smaller draenei female child. She knew this because she'd been in his quarters many times. The next time he left, she would get the paper and look it over for anything of importance. As he stepped into the building where he lived, she settled in for a long wait.