Lorenne Merrick. Mage and scholar. Don't forget it because I won't repeat it. If you can't keep up and can't comprehend the things I say, stop reading and go play in an ogre den.
People often say I'm a pessimistic person and that I'm too critical of other people. I'll agree with the former and disagree with the latter. I'm stubborn and set in my ways so there's no hope in changing me. Right now, I'm sitting here trying to figure out where things went wrong. I've thought about this over and over again, but the way I figure it, nothing has been right since the beginning. So, I'm left with figuring out where it went most wrong.
Honestly, what the hell did I do to deserve this?
I ought to blame the stupid gnome that got me into this mess. You see, I eavesdropped once and found myself interested in the conversation two strangers. Why? They were talking about something not many people talk about. Alliance and Horde peace. Relative peace between them anyway.
"Lorenne! Quit writing in your stupid diary and get down here! I don't have all damn day. Idiot human..."
"I'll come down when I feel like coming down, Lucienn! And it's not a diary. It's a recollection of stupid decisions that got me here!"
"Fine! Let them find you, kill you, and read your diary. I could care less."
I really hate her. I can stand most Blood Elves and their habit of thinking themselves better than others, but I really hate her. The thing about her that I find amusing, though, is that she can't stand any other race. Not even her own. Well, there is a Troll, but she won't admit to liking him.
Anyway, back to the stupid gnome. I was eavesdropping, yes, but I also wasn't trying to hide the fact. The reason peace between the Horde and Alliance interests me is that the Blood Elves are extremely knowledgeable in magic. Being a mage, I'm sure there are people I could learn a lot from. I can't exactly waltz into Silvermoon City unless I have a death wish. Which I don't.
Now, this gnome, he noticed me listening and asked for my opinion. I told him I agreed with peace, but mostly for my own selfish reasons. However, being the pessimistic person I am, told him I seriously doubted peace becoming a reality. I still doubt it. As of that night, I decided to join his group and work toward a relative peace between the two stubborn factions.
Thinking back on it, what a stupid idea...
Something (or someone) along the way got me stuck in Silvermoon with the bitchiest Blood Elf in Azeroth. Just my luck. And no, I can't teleport away. I don't have the reagents and Lucienn can't get them for me. The thing is, she's being watched because the guards are suspicious of her. Even Kirzil--the Troll Lucienn won't admit to liking--has been checked before. Luckily, he didn't have anything suspicious on him at the time.
I sighed and closed the journal. Leaning back in my chair, I looked toward the door where Lucienn's pet raptor, Sevaris, lounged lazily. I learned the hard way that Sevaris was quicker and meaner than he appeared. Though he lay half asleep, he was on guard and ready to strike at any moment. He scares the hell out of me. I find it best not to make sudden movements when he isn't fully awake.
Moving slowly, I stood from my chair and took soft steps to the stairwell leading into the lower level of Lucienn's home. I could hear her banging on something and cursing. While this was typical of her, her mouth was unusually foul.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned around and held of a jumbled mess of metal between her thumb and forefinger. "You know what the flying hell this is?" she asked me. I thought maybe it was one of her mechanical animals gone wrong, but I shrugged my shoulders. "This piece of shit is a prime example of not having the correct supplies. Why don't I have any supplies, Lorenne?"
As she glared at me through green tinted goggles, I mentally wished her pet would go crazy and eat her. Slowly. One limb at a time.
"Because there's a damn human in your midst and you can't leave her alone because she may do something stupid and be discovered?" I replied dully.
"You do have a half a brain!" she exclaimed. She stood there for a minute, scowling, until her long ears began to twitch and her gaze snapped to the stairwell. I turned in time to see Kirzil lumbering down the stairs. "Stupid Troll. Since when did I tell you to let yourself in any time? I don't recall saying that. That worthless raptor of mine..."
He simply grinned. "So you still got da human here, eh?"
"Unfortunately," she mumbled and turned back to her table strewn with tools and various bolts and metal pieces.
"She seems okay ta me. You an' her are kinda alike."
The Blood Elf dropped her wrench and looked over her shoulder. "Stop saying stupid things, Kirzil. I'm nothing like her. What the hell is wrong with you?"
He found an empty chair to the left side of the room and looked back and forth between Lucienn and I. "I tink ya are. Both of ya are grumpy and like ta insult people. Outta the two of ya, Lorenne is a little bit nicer a'least."
I shrugged. "At least Kirzil can be pleasant to me."
"First of all, Lorenne, I don't have to be nice to you, but I am. I haven't turned you in yet, have I? No. Second of all, she's no more pleasant than I am," she said, turning to the troll. "You're always saying stupid things. Why?" Something in her expression made him throw his hands in the air in defeat.
"Okay fine. I won't be complimentin' her anymore. Happy?"
"No, but that will work."
Truthfully, I think there's something going on between the two of them. I don't have any proof, but there's got to be something. Looking to Kirzil, I figured I'd ask him if he found anything helpful. "So, what's the news today? Find anything?"
He shook his head. "Sorry. Dem guards got a pattern, but dey don't leave any open spots. I tink we gotta come up wit another plan to get you out, Lor. I been workin' on that one though. I got a couple friends dat can make a pretty good ruckus and maybe distract the guards. The best ting is dat they be Trolls. Mar'zil is damn big Troll, too, so it's gonna take more den a guard or two ta get him down."
Lucienn snorted. "And the other one?"
"Khadivh ain't as big, but she be tricky. She be a shaman so she can keep 'em under her fingers. I already found 'em and dey agreed to help. The two of dem like causin' a bit of trouble."
"You Trolls are a pain in the ass, you know that?"
I sunk into my chair, frowning at my situation. I couldn't possibly be stuck in this house with Lucienn forever, could I? I listened to Kirzil and Lucienn bicker for a while before drifting into my thoughts. I thought back to how I met Lucienn and wished it never happened. Actually, I met the stupid Blood Elf through Ailora and Thaeos.
I should put this in the journal...
Not long after joining that wretched Gnome, I ran into Ailora in Stormwind. Literally. I went flying into a muddy puddle. Nice girl, but she has too much energy for her own good. She was berated by her companion Thaeos, but I was still thoroughly irritated. Thaeos actually told me their story after running into them a few times in the Mage Quarter. Everything was just fine before then.
Come to think of it, this was the beginning of everything. My ass falling into a puddle was the start of it all. A little lame, don't you think?
Excuse me while I wallow in self pity.
A/N: Hoo-rah. -flops into the Warcraft fanfiction-
Next chapter should come shortly. I think.
