Caeridar's blog

Caeridar had barely been at the office for an hour, staring blankly at the paperwork infront of him, while Ol’ Emma pratted on, detailing her troubles and complaints to the stuffed shark head Caeridar had attached to the wall a week earlier. The aftermath of the Summer’s Twilight Gala was a stack of bills and thank you cards which would need to be taken care of. The night previous had been exhausting, both to himself and Tahamine, and both had fallen asleep the moment they had hit the mattress of their bed on the Aura.

Caeridar smiled. He’d always been quick to grin and tell a joke, but how often had he really smiled in the past few months since coming to Stormwind for the Azeroth Ale Society. Those times he had smiled, it was in the company of Tahamine Albescentgale. For eight months now, the better part of a year, Caeridar had waited. He had been there for Tahamine, supported her in her when she was at her lowest, been there for her when she needed a friend. Occasionally even when she didn’t realize she needed a friend.

The sun was setting on Lakeshire, as Caeridar drove up to the inn, a box of freshly baked cupcakes in hand for his recently injured friend Xarian Azphel. Xarian was a collegue of Tahamine’s from her days in the Order of the Ivory Flame, and about a week prior had been on patrol in Northrend when he was severely injured. His commander, Rinehart Hopeherald, had been looking for the assailant since, while Xarian had spent his time recovering in the Inn of Lakeshire, close to his family.

 Caeridar stretched as he walked through the Trade District of Stormwind. He’d been up since the earliest hours of the morning, and spent most of the day making sure the plans for the upcoming Summer’s Twilight Gala were going off without a hitch. He met with all sorts of people wanting to be involved in the event (or at least promoted by it) and spent more then a few hours directing his employees. The sun had fallen just behind the roofs of Stormwind when Caeridar decided to call it a day.

 I ran into Jon Greyhawk the other day, the "Cheese Salesman" who also was previously incharge of intelligence gathering for the Azeroth Ale Society. We've maintained a friendship since he left, I've provided him with ales for his needs, and he's provided me with information. The Society does employ someone in charge of intelligence, but as of late I've been having misgivings. She did try to drug me, and in general, seems to not like me. I can deal with that, but being the son of a fisherman, you learn not to depend on just one net.

 I might have lost my mind at some point in time on Friday, simply rushing for the last minute preparations for the Ale and Wine Tasting. Gathering the food, preparing the fireworks, getting everyone organized to hold the event was a challenge, but the Society rose to it. Everyone did what they could to make the event go smoothly, and I'm damned proud of them all.

 I'm staring at the wings Miss Maderaa brought to me before she took off for the night, I'm starving but I can't seem to find the energy to reach for them. It's been a long few days, and it will be a couple more before I get some rest, with the Ale and Wine Tasting coming up Friday night.

On top of that apparently Craft Ramsay did far MORE work then I expected when he was head of the Society. Caius is a damned good administrator, but there's so many things that need my signature or simply approval. I'm heading to the officer earlier and getting "home" later.

 Alrighty, first off, thanks to Tahamine for the assistance in this. This is a happy ending, instead of the sad one posted in the 7 years thread. With so much that can happen in a long time, who knows where our characters will be in the future. And... a little sappy happiness never hurt, right?

 “Well, here we are Caer... the middle of gronk-fucking nowhere...” The Trident’s First-mate Keith Eisengrim snorted. Eisengrim was a simple farmboy from Westfall who had, all his life, just wanted to get out of Westfall. A pirate crew offered him the chance, but he soon found himself morally at odds with their lifestyle, and during a raid on a Kul Tiras Convoy, he jumped ship, literally, and turned the tables on his former crew.

 Now.

 This story is used to explain Caeridar's absence over the next few days... The rest of the story will be posted on my (and Caeridar's) return.

Six Months Ago...

 Well, at least I talked some sense into Nicene before I go...

At least I think I did. At the very least I said some difficult things she needed to hear. And I think she listened. I can hope, but in  few days she might just become Tahamine's problem instead of mine.

No. No point in even thinking like that, Erasleigh, you're going to come back.

Apparently Nicene ran away. I say apparently because the girl hadn't shown up at work for weeks, and I'd heard nothing but vagueness on the matter from Mairead.

She ran away from Patrick Morgan the other night. I want to believe it's because she came to her sense about some things, that she grew up a little.

Somehow, I doubt it.

Morgan showed up at the Ale Society Office, wanting our help to find her. That wasn't going to happen. Between everything else going on, there's no way I was throwing my hat in the ring with that lunatic. That would be bad for business.

 Every night since Kul Tiras, it has been the same dream. I will give it to that damned Sea Witch, she does know how to torture someone. At first, I feared the dreams would be violent, bloody messes where I watched those I cared about most die in horrible ways.

The witch is more nefarious then that.

It's a dream of something that occurred when I was eight years old. I had climbed a tree, and sat in it watching the boats come in. How the witch has access to my thoughts... I've no idea. But she needs to die.

 I am not sure exactly who found me in the middle of the street in the dead night of Boralus, but I owe them much. As I lay, flitting back and forth from consciousness to unconsciousness I heard only concerned whispers.

"He's lost a lot of blood."

"It's like some animal mauled him."

"Do you know who this is?"

This entry deals with some not so nice stuff. It's not overly graphic but implies a nasty incident in Caeridar's back story. It's a little intense, so... just a head's up

 A streak of white ran by the restaurant window as Tahamine and Caeridar finished their meal, Tahamine tilted her head ever so slightly to see her brother bolting into the restaurant where the two were now dining. Raising from her seat to go greet him, Caeridar watched as a horde of men and woman came around the corner and ran their way down the street past "The Fresh Catch"

"Khan where the fel have you been?" Tahamine asked.

 The spa known as Absolute Deck-adence was on the corner of a strip of stores in the commercial district. The building looked fairy small on the outside and was covered from top to bottom in various pastel colored shells. It was not Tahamine's first choice in her choice in heath resorts at all. She had often heard from her mother and neighbors that it was a place to avoid but, with her low funds since the "excursion" to New Hearthglen she had to make do with what was available.