Due to changes in real life, I have to quit playing Driva :( She was my first World of Warcraft character and has been with me through all the delightful discoveries that can be found in the game. I'm not sure I will miss her, but it breaks my heart to leave my guild. Them I will miss profoundly.


Word is that recently a gnome was seen single handedly taking on the scourge forces outside Mord'Rethar in Icecrown. Charging straight into countless enemies she was unheroically torn to pieces, taking only one solitary ghoul with her. There were no remains to recover, but nearby a young domesticated worg was found howling continiously. An argent champion tried to retrieve it but never could coax it into coming to her, nor get close enough to grab it. It is reported that the worg still roam the hills, keeping clear of scourge and alliance alike.

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Be well,
Driva

I woke up in the Salty Sailor tavern with a hardened resolve.

I will fight through this. If it means I will feel no human warmth against my skin for the rest of my life, so be it. She needs me, and I'll be brave.

My life as I imagined it will never come about. My heart is broken in a way I never could foresee.

I don't know where I will go from here.

Driva and Brougham killed their very first evil full size dragon! Awsome.

The story behind why Driva is in a murloc costume is too long to be told.

Driva has been talking for the longest time with a very beautiful person (but oh so tall!). I think we have become best friends because I told her so much, but she says she don't make friends, she listen to people like as if it was a profession. I think that's silly, you can't make a living listening (but you can make a living talking, Driva's met a lot of persons that make a living talking about dragons and queens and magical objects).

She makes me feel a lot better about myself and she says it's not my fault that my uncle and Zyr died (but I don't really believe her when it comes to Zyr because a lot of people said she in fact did die to save me and some friends), and most importantly Kiki (that's her name for short and I call her the short name because I like her and I think she likes me too) said that the evil feeling I had that I was happy my uncle died maybe wasn't so bad after all and even when I was sorry that someone who really loved me passed away maybe I wasn't so wrong in feeling relief too because some love can be oppressing and some love might not really be love at all (but I find that last statement very strange).

All in all Driva feels like she has started a new life and I don't drink anymore and I am grew tired of Azuremyst so I'm exploring the Borean Tundra where I like it very much. I run with Jimmy and miss Zyr very much so I'll go looking for her some day and hope she likes my new hair. Kiki says it's not realistic to think that I'm cursed so it made Zyr and uncle die because they said they loved me, because then it really must have been they who were cursed and not me, because they said it. It's perfect logic. And papa hasn't died even if he never actually said he loved me but I'm sure he does (he knitted me a sweater).

I'm full of life and full of love and it's all thanks to Kiki and no one can stop me now. She says we should talk some more but I don't see the point in that since I'm so happy now and don't want to talk about sad things anymore.

Zyr came to me today. Stumbled with Zhalikher in tow onto me in Azure Watch if you can believe it. I thought she was hunting me down, but she wasn't; it was just coincidence. I think perhaps fate has linked us together... Or maybe that's my aching heart that's hoping.

We talked some. Not much. Zhal's wife died, and he tried to drown himself, so Zyr was following him around to make sure he was safe. He was a mess. Much like me I guess.

We went to the beach and Zyr told me something important, showed me more of herself. I told her something important too.

She said we'll be alright.

I so wish I could believe her.

(( Oh, and Driva's story got tightly linked with Settle's a while ago ))

There's a stupid dragonhawk here with me. It's scaly and icky, but I do admit it's convenient to have a firebreather around when it comes to setting up a fireplace. Wish it could spit beer too.

Unfortunatly it doesn't, and my stash is close to depleted so I'll have to head for the closest village today.

I so hate this place. Everything is pink and "Go with the light" and "Be kind to those less fortunate" and "Remember the lessons of the past."

But it's far away from home, and that's fine with me. Perhaps "Be kind to those less fortunate" involves giving me free alcohol.

It's all my fault.

Things are not going well. I'm fleeing, but not from something tangible. No pirates nor troggs.

Too many memories have come back to haunt me, things I thought I pushed away for good.

Nothing good can come from me.

I ran into a night elf in Duskwood yesterday, the strangest chance encounter. He had a pet wolf with him, or as he called it: "his partner", and he jumped me the moment I entered the inn in Darkshire, enquiring me if I had any meat on me. The whole thing unsettled me some, but in Duskwood, things like these might be expected after all.

Turned out he was a friend of Zyr, a friend since way back apparently. I found this strange too, I can't remember that Zyr ever mentioned someone who went by the name of Arkiden. Well, she was gone a long time my girl, and I don't have the right to pry open all her secrets from that time, if Arkiden is one of them.

Driva masters the air and the tundra!

(( I never could find a good way to publish the chat logs from my gaming sessions, so now I put them in one place at dfbackstage.blogspot.com. All fish jokes explained. ))

Sunday was Booty Bay fishing contest. Driva got a bad start and lost with four fishes. Zyr came late when it all was over. Zhaliker got drunk, waved his fishing pole on top of a table, engaging us in a wild dragon story only to later drop unconscious at our feet.

I won't talk about Old Ironjaw.

Was I really this young? Look at those innocent eyes. Oh papa, Driva has come long way from home.

Driva and Zyr got invited to that knights house, Zhalikher is his name. He and another fellow argued endlessly about the Lich King and about saving a friend of Blazér's (another man we met in Goldshire). I thought I'd cry in the end.

I escaped with Brougham to Lion's Pride, and look who showed up later if not the death knight and his partner in squabbling. Imagine my surprise when the death knight started dancing and challenged me to a drinking duel. The man might be worth talking to after all... A good drinker he was too. Cheers to that!

Zyr brought me to the Caverns of Time. Outside there were two dragons, and I thought that was sweet. Then there was another one at the entrence, one who talked to us! And inside... Buildings in the stone, people frozen in time, a huge hourglass, night elf technology and the most beautiful moon I have ever seen. Well, perhaps second after the full moon in Dun Morogh...

When we came back to Tanaris we got hugged by a tiny blood elf, and later in Goldshire tavern a creepy but kind of nice and talkative death knight told us the Stormwind king was bad that thought we should fight blood elves. I think the death knight was right, but I didn't want any guard to hear us.

Later me and Zyr just sat silent by the lake in Goldshire, and after a while Brougham joined us.

Might have been one of the best days in my life so far.

He is real! He exists! I caught him, I caught him, Driva caught him! I was fishing in Ironforge, and suddently he took my expertly chosen bait. Zyr came to celebrate and then we fished some more together.

Last weekend, in the spur of a moment, I jumped onto a ship to Northrend. I explored some around the Borean Tundra and then flew to Dalaran. Driva loves Dalaran! I'm actually thinking of moving there, even when I like Ironforge as much as I do. Driva will think about this.

Arriving at Valiance Keep. The last leg of the trip went through huge polar ice sheets. The air was crispy cold and Driva did get a sense of coming home right away. Snow and Ice are part of Driva as much as heart and tummy.

Look at this! Northen Lights!

In the cave path between Dragonblight and Storm peaks I found this skeleton piece of a dragon. Can you conceive its living size?

The Gryphons flight path to Dalaran, through Storm Peaks.

I admit I forgot to take pictures of any Dalaran site except for the Toy shop. I know! But Driva is a grand master engineer...

Finally, I just have to show you this piece of art I found in the inn I slept in over the night. What is this, really? I don't know if I love it or hate it, but art is not Driva's area of expertise. Oh, and I changed my hair. Now that Driva is ambassador she thought she should look more important.

Driva fights a lot for the Alliance in Alterac Valley, Warsong Gulch, Arathi Basin and Eye of the Storm. I mostly like the heat of battle, but sometimes it's nice to have a little picnic instead. Dustear agrees, she doesn't care much for fighting, she hides where she can, poor thing. Dustear is the rabbit, the night elf battle cat is Swiftypaw.

Now, as far as Driva is concerned the world is put right in order: Zyr is back. Just like that, "pop" out of nowhere. Beyond Redemption had a romantic picnic scheduled for Tueseday evening, and there she was, like no time had gone by at all. Silly Driva is dizzy with all sorts of feelings, love and happiness marching at the front. I'll spare you a detailed account of that and stay with reporting about the evening, with pictures of course!

Chiryo in blue, Meelai the one in ponytail, Raptre with a new haircut. Next to her Vigorat, also new hair, and above him Zyr. Cruo is tanning beside Driva in the top middle.

There she is. If I had no pictures I might have thought I imagined things!

We heard the King of Stormwind had come back, so we went to pay him our respects... or poke him. We met Kargonsa on the way, a tight mouthed sarcastic warrior from the guild.

Looks mean.

Oh noes! Chiryo poked the king! Driva doesn't want to be thrown into the Stockades!

We fled to Deeprun Tram and Ironforge.

This king I poked. He is nice. Doesn't throw you in horrible prison.

Long story behind this picture... We went to Gnomeregon, a second time for me. Maybe I'll mention it in a later note, we will see. Now it's time for bed.

Adventures in Nagrand! Driva and Brouham are busy busy these days. Killing demons, jumping on trampolines, flying dragons... No time to write!