Tales of Mojîto

Mojîto's Journal; Twentieth Season:

Most things start at a beginning of some sort, my true beginning is twenty seasons into my adventuring. It was around this time that I happened upon another Gnome, one of the fairer sex...Stárfire. She and I got to talking, got to know each other, and started a new plan; <The Gnomeland Security>.
It may sound silly, it may even sound dumb, but I can assure you that with these new ideals that she and I share, it will one day ring truer than anything the silly SI:7 can through out there. I know that my older brother, Leeroynimoy, has done some work for said organization - and they pay well - but what true purpose can such a government-ran group really have? We Gnome have suffered far too long the heat and stench of Ironforge.
Don't misunderstand me, I am pleased and most thankful that our cousins, the Dwarves, have taken us in. However, they have done little to help us regain our home that we once had in Gnomeregan. We are still exiles! So many years have passed, and we have seen no progress. It is for this purpose, and this purpose alone, that The Gnomeland Security has risen from the ashes. So much like a Pheonix ready to strike, we are prepared to do whatever it takes to regain our once great and intelligent soveriegnty! We long to belong, we strive to understand, and we want nothing more at this time than to have a permanent home!
I may be young still, compared to my brother or his friends at The Children of a Fallen God, but I have what so many lack...faith, courage, willpower! And it is with those in my mind and heart and that Stárfire and I will see this through to completion! After all, we are Gnomes, we are Warriors, we are smart and tough, and we will - pardon the bad pun - rise to the occassion!

Mojîto's Journal; Twenty-seventh Season:

I tire of Duskwood and it's various needy people. For nearly six full seasons I have clammered from one horrific spot to the next, twice been bested by some abomination that goes by "Stitches", and seen horrors and beasts my mind would have never percieved on its own. Mostly it's a lonely road I travel, taking care of things for the people of Duskwood, moreso Darkshire itself. I found some hermit out behind a cemetary full of zombies and skeletons who enjoys something called...*gulp*...Zombie Juice! As if the creatures weren't bad enough, the people there apparently haven't faired well in the mental department.
I have, however, seen some action outside of this dank and dark hole of a region, I journeyed into the wetlands on a couple of occassions to take care of some business there. I get to travel to Stormwind sometimes, not that bad. Though, I have to admit, I almost prefer Duskwood and it's horrors to the beastly creatures that are the politicians of Stormwind - ha! The thought of them being called anything close to human is hilarious! I know warlocks that wouldn't want them as minions (too hard to control, or too powerful, I assume).
At any rate, I write this in a short reprieve from my duties while I rest and eat at the local inn. The only bastian of anything resembling humanity in Duskwood, at least anything worthwhile. Mayhaps it's all the time with our Dwarven cousins that has me so comfortable at a tavern, but I welcome it nonetheless. As I look out to set forth on this twenty-seventh season, I wonder what lies ahead. I've heard so much from Leeroy, that I can't pick where to go next! Although, with the way he talks about this Crater out on Kalimdor, I do long to go there. Though he warns against it for a while longer. Alas, I must endure the sufferings of Duskwood a little longer, I think maybe Hillsbrad Foothils is calling my name. I've heard decent things of Southshore. Regardless, almost anything should be brighter, and just for being so, seem a happier place!

Mojîto's Journal; Twenty-seventh season (supplimental):

I seem to be doing a lot of errands - they call them quests, but most are quite menial in nature - involving the undead. But I think as of now my most hated errand is anything involving these vile Worgen! As far as I'm concerned they should all be slain on sight. I had gotten into a rather heated debate once over whether of not we should try to find a cure for their affliction, but I think of them to be only one step away from the scourge. I would honestly rather work with a Goblin before I ever work with, or on, or even near one of those creatures. That is, of course, unless what I'm working on extermination!

Mojîto's Journal; Thirty-third Season:

I thought I was finally done with that stupid Duskwood, then I had to some Warrior Quest out there. Granted, I got a good helm for it, so I suppose it's not all that bad. But now, to the best of my knowledge, I am done! I spent some time out in the Hillsbrad Foothills. Met up with some friends - of the taller variety - and we killed some Syndicate members, a few ogres, several yeti, as well as mountain lions and such. All-in-all it was a more or less productive area, but I think I've found a much more pleasant place. Well, pleasant along the lines of much killing to be done!

While doing some missions in and around the Foothills I found a lone Troll Warrior, who ironicaly spoke the Common Tongue! Not this was impressive all by itself, but he gave me a challenge. Bring him a small list of particular supplies - of quite an odd nature - and he would summon somebody for me to fight. I am promised a great weapon for completing this task! So in order to do this I had to make a run to an area called Stranglethorn Vale. There are raptors, lions, panthers, trolls, gorillas, and Light only knows what else! It's a large area, home to a major nuetral city, as well. Booty Bay seems a nice enough place, if odddly designed. Then again, what do you expect from Goblins, right?

Well, I suppose it would be about time for me to head out, I need to make a stop way up in Arathi for part of this new little errand said Troll has sent me on. Mostly I'm just glad to be done with all those silly Worgen! I swear, I will one day wipe them all out! Kill them all! They are so bothersome...

Mojîto's Journal; Thirty-sixth Season:

I recently decided to drop the engineering, there was far too much upkeep with very little reward. I have since decided to start fresh with Mining, and pick up a new skill - Jewelcrafting. I have seen the things it can bring to a fighter, and heard of some more from my brother (Leeroy does like to talk). Beyond that, I have been doing a lot of running around with some friends I've made along the way. Which is partly why I have failed to write of late, I missed three whole seasons! I have been busy, and been enjoying myself along the way.

However, not all has been fun and games; I know before I had mentioned my dislike of Worgen, but there is a much more foul stench in the world, and unfortunately it is within the very organization I have promised myself to...Warlocks. I can't put my finger on it, exactly, but everything about them seems to be, well, wrong. And to make matters worse, one of my own brothers has taken to this horrific and dark magic. Poor Gerrack, I fear for his soul - not to mention the souls of the people he fights.

To make matters even worse, though I do so enjoy the company of Stárfire, she was apparently holding the place of leader of The Gnomeland Security for one of her associations, or sorts...who happens to be a Warlock also. This, Mortá, now I take orders from a Warlock! They are all Gnomes, and as such are all brothers and sisters, but to think that they have left their souls in the hands of the Nether.

I suppose I shall have to learn to live with it, at least long enough to gain back our home - then perhaps we will be ina position to rid outselves of such oddities.