On A Boat

Well, a ship, really. I still get those words confused.
It's such an eclectic crew. Goblins mostly, but humans, dwarves, a gnome, a couple elves, and a troll, even! I've been learning a lot, and I'm really good at manning the crow's nest, and doing stuff in the rigging. However, I won't be staying with the crew after we get to Kalo Kalimdor. I'll be helping set up a semi-permanent trading post! I'll also help scout around, and make some maps and things. It's all very exciting stuff!

I feel kinda bad about ditching Sven, though. He really isn't overly fond of ships, and he thinks the entire thing is ridiculously dangerous. I dunno. Like I care about dangerous. I mean, it's a whole new world, with crazy cow people and stuff! How can I pass up going there? Fuck danger. I want to live.

A Boat To Kali-Whatsit

Sven has been teaching me so much. He says I'm a natural, and I guess I am. People seem to ignore me to begin with. I am pretty sure they think I'm a young boy, or something. And I'm really good at hiding in the shadows. I've even learned some of the rogue tricks and small spells that aid in that sort of thing. It's really fun!
I overheard some goblin ship captain talking to a dwarf about something. They were keeping really quiet, and secretive. Which is why I decided to see if I could sneak over and listen in. They were talking about traveling across the ocean! Like, to another continent, they said! I'd heard some vague tales, fairy tales, really, about some mythical place the elves came from thousands of years ago. But they were talking like it was real! Apparently, the goblins have known about it for awhile. And this one small cartel is trying to make some money by trading things they're getting from over there. Seems like they've made some technological improvement in their boats that allow them to sail right from Booty Bay to some port in this other continent. Kali-somethin', I think.
Sven thinks they were just drunk and full of shit. But I am sure they weren't. Imagine, a ship that goes to another land!I have to get on that crew somehow. The goblin was the captain I think. I figure he'll need more hands at some point. Maybe I can convince him I'm useful, somehow..

I have to get on that ship.

Raven Hill

I'm not sure how I got here. I mean, I know, but the weeks have been a blur. I remember fighting with Sven, trying to get him to leave with the others. But he didn't. Then, I got sick, and something happened, and we had to leave Stormwind. We went south, and now we're in Raven Hill. Time seems to be missing somewhere. I think we've been here awhile. Sven is refusing to leave me. I'm not sure what to do. I don't really want someone following me around like a puppy. I know how he feels about me, and I know I cannot return those feelings. I know I don't want to return them. I just want him to leave me alone.

Winds and Storms

Marrin and Doth don't like me anymore. I hear them talking to Sven, when they think I can't hear. Maybe they think the large ears are just for show? I can smell the fear on Marrin. Fear of the ease I with which I killed. Fear of my prediction of the sailor's death. As if I caused it somehow. I warned him, didn't I? He didn't want to listen. I'm sorry if my not seeming to care bothers people, but if I let myself get all broken up over every person who ignored me, I'd be a wreck all the time. Sven, ever the stereotypical rebellious teenager, has been swearing up and down that I'm a good girl, and a sweet lass, and so on and so forth.
Sometimes I'm amazed at how he can be so street savvy, yet so stupid at the same time.

We arrived in Stormwind, and they said that after we were done here, we'd be parting. Sven had a fit, and went on about how unfair it was. I think he was threatening to leave with me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I would enjoy the company, and the extra training. But I wouldn't enjoy taking some kid from his family. He'd regret it almost immediately, I'm sure. Though I'm not sure if I'll actually be leaving, per say. I'm considering hanging around in Stormwind, and learning from some of the gangs around here.

A Boat To Stormwind

We got caught. Kinda. Some fellows tried to cause trouble while I was warming up the crowd. Said they knew us all from Brill, that we'd been hustling and stealing. The crowd didn't get angry, though. Some seemd to believe them, and some didn't. Either way, it dispersed, and we packed up. We booked package on a late boat, and were in the harbor when the men showed up again, this time drunk. They got belligerent, and then, deciding they had numbers on their side, attacked us.
Now, we have Marrin and Doth, who are both humans, and not too old. We also have Sven, who can't be too much older than I. There's Flin and Gregor, who are the muscle, and about five boys, between the ages of five and twelve, I'd say. And me. If you count the boys, they were about even on numbers with us. The older boys, Jon and Kint could fight, but they mostly just tried to keep the younger ones from getting into it. So it was Marrin, Doth, Flin, Gregor, Sven and I against the ten or so of them.
The men ignored the boys, and split up. About three went after Marrin and Doth, and five after Flin and Gregor. That left two more for me and Sven. Now, Sven is rather slight, and as you know, I'm none too tall or intimidating myself. Sven jumped in front of me, as if to protect me. I found it to be noble, if rather amusing. I'm not sure exactly what happened in the fight as far as all the others went, except that the men all got thrashed, and we came out with almost no injuries. I know that the two men on Sven and I went down quickly. I think I surprised the others, though. They didn't know I was armed, or knew how to fight.
Now, the men, they got off with only two dead. One was one who broke off of Greg and Flin to try to attack the boys, probably thought they'd distract one of us, or something. Marrin threw a knife into his back. The other was one of the ones who attacked Sven and I. They both went for Sven, so it was rather easy to catch one by surprise, and stab him in the kidney. Sven gave me hell, and said to try not to kill them, since we would be in enough trouble as it was.
They were all surprised at how easily I killed him, both in the physical sense, and in the emotional one. I repeated to them about how I'd traveled like they did my whole life, and learned how to fight at a young age. And how I never went unarmed anymore. I saw no reason to hesitate in killing someone who attacked me. That was the risk one took when they decided to attack someone, whether they're armed or not. They take the risk of that person being armed.
I think Marrin worries about me. She is always trying to mother hen me. She's been watching me since the fight, though. I think she's not sure if I need any more mothering. Or maybe now she thinks I need it even more.

I've never been on such a long boat trip. I absolutely love it, though. The ocean spray, the sun, the wind, the rain, all of it. It's amazing. I would sleep on the deck, if they'd let me. Sven teases me about how much I enjoy it. Sven teases me about a lot of things, though. I think he has a crush on me, or something. He's almost cute. For a human.

Southshore

Diary-
We spent a few days in Southshore. Sven, a male human, has been teaching me to pick pockets. I apparently have talent for it. Marrin and Dosh are the main merchants. They sell what basically amounts to one of those useless miracle tonics you see humbugs selling. They're good at it, though, and even when they don't sell, they make a killing off of the crowd. They send Sven and his people in, and they pick pockets, and cut purses, and all of that. They usually can only stay in a place a day or two, at most. But a larger town or city, like Southshore, can sustain them for a week or more, if they're careful.
They're having me help with the show until I can pick pockets better. Playing and singing. I make an ok amount of tips, I suppose. The gang all think I could make something of myself with my playing. I dunno, though. Seems like a lot of work to get from busking to playing for nobles and soirees and the like. Seems like it'd be easier to make a good living as a jeweler, like Llilith. Or even just stealing like these people do.

Out On My Own

Diary-
I left home about two weeks ago. I left my journal there, and finally bought a new one. It is red, like the old one. I wonder if Llilith will read it? I don't really care.
I have been on the road this entire time. I ran out of food and money rather quickly. I made some money and got some board at an inn in Ambermill by playing and singing. I then joined with a band of traveling merchants, and we are making our way to Southshore. The merchants seem to be more than they appear. I'm pretty sure they're a band of cutpurses and con artists. I've traveled with worse company, though.