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Oh my god finally. I was starting to get a headache. You guys have no idea.

You can't cower under your blankets. That won't protect you from the real monsters

...WHAT?

Why do I look like...this?

Why is the king's ring on my finger?

Some advice, please?

I shall make this offer once, as Hallow's End draws to a close.

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Come. Witness the burning of the Wickerman. Paint your faces with its ashes and let those who would oppose you know you are a force to be feared. Celebrate the truth of your free will.

Even now, I am no monster

It feels weird, not having fucking creatures being pissed off at me for once.

They’ve sent me home from work because I...

Triaging a mass casualty apparently reminds me, biologically, of home, of the battles before I was...sent here.

It’s...not good. I’m not... I realise this is a risk and I was briefed on what I can do now, one of our programme therapists is the one who talked to and sent me home, but I feel so strange and shaky and...

Does someone have ideas to help, when it comes to apparent “flashbacks” as they’ve called it?

Anyone wan' ta go ta a festival?

You know, that was probably the best Winter Veil I've had in... years.

And my usual ones in Azeroth involved meeting the man himself

Think I found my faith again. And all it took was a phantom of mother

I couldn't be home, of course, the way I'd wished for, but I did, actually, receive a package from Greatfather Winter all the same.


The note said that he understood I missed my people and my home and the package was filled with things that the surviving Gilneans had left for me, at my grave. Notes, dried flowers, some drawings from some young ones...My favorite sweets from Tess, my sister, gloves that my mother knitted, and...a letter from my father thanking me for the service I'd rendered him.

Not too exciting the last until the bottom where he wrote the things I most needed to hear.

Gilneas still cares for me. I mattered to my father as more than his lost heir, but as my own person too, my mother and my sister remember me.

If I can't go home, at least I have ensured, through my own service, that my name stands as one who did his best for his people. I can be satisfied I was a prince like that.

It's coming on Winter Veil and I am HERE. I'm here and yet I should be dead.

This...is not the easiest set of circumstances to consider. Not that we had very many good celebrations for a long time now, in Gilneas. War has a way of making things impossible to manage but, all the same my thoughts are turning towards it and...

It's difficult, this first one by myself.

At home, we would be having Brewfest at about this time of year.

I miss it.

As I can't go back, who would object to Brewfest on our own terms in this world? Organised pub crawl this week-end, perhaps?

Not to mention I've finally given up some of my illusions as they apply to on the job training and I've finally started passing tests. You may yet see me with your ambulance in future yet.

But. Beer, song, and fun. Who's in?

I've been warned 'face twins' existed, but face fraternal twins of the opposite sex? Are those a thing? Because I swear one just walked into registration.

What exactly IS this world again?

I’ve news!

I found a company that will allow me to shadow for a bit, and get some practical volunteer experience, signed up for driving lessons, and am on track for taking classes to start the process of getting what counts as an education for this world next month. Thankfully I can read and manage numbers but history, science and near everything else will take some time. But here, I can learn how to help people and save their lives without being a priest, paladin, or druid or the like. It’s a first step, but one well worth it, as things are definitely looking brighter.

I shall always long for Gilneas, but keeping busy with these things, and with my job, and the new brothers in arms I have discovered still make this worth living, after all.

It was posed to me today, by a stranger, but one who is familiar enough to Gilneas in sound and build, I was forced to pay attention to the question, and consider my approach to it.

Peace or Freedom. Given the choice, which one would I sooner have?

I knew my answer straight away, though there is a difference between the sort of peace one rolls over and shows their belly to obtain and a peace that gives the people the right to be free from strife while maintaining their dignity and right to live unburdened by the constraints of slavery.

And there is much that I can do to make it happen here.

Templar Lock:

I accept the Grandmaster's offer. Consider me your novice now.

I should be grateful I am here, alive, and out of pain, able to make a life, should I not? Stiff upper lips are the mark of any proper leader, and maintaining dignity, not giving into selfishness and sorrow for what I cannot, at any rate, return to. Yet, despite my shame, my thoughts still turn to Gilneas, to what was, and what could be, and to my family...

Well, time for some bracing tea to make things right, just NOW, I do suspect. And for the future, finding something I can throw myself into that helps another would not go amiss. There's a preserve for wildlife that could use people, I am told.

Univeritys have changed since Ive last been, bleeding hell

I've learnt how to get a job that's available, I fear and while it's not the most rewarding of careers, it will put clothes on my back, strange as your world's are, but how do you go about, once you've chosen it, getting the job you WANT when you've got absolutely no record, even from home, to cobble something meaningful together?

Princes don't exactly HAVE jobs, where I'm from, so you see it is all a little...

Something. It is something.

Any ideas now I've got something in mind for how I get them to take me seriously?

I...am going to guess that pulling a weapon in public's the offence that got me arrested for the night, then?

Father? We WON! We drove them back from Gilneas, and then...I’d not give her the satisfaction of killing our KING, when I was there instead, and able to sacrifice for my people, but I had never counted on waking again, after her arrow...

Instead my death has brought me here. Is this some odd sort of an afterlife? A odd portal into another world?

I’m no longer near death, though I’m in some pain, and quite confused, so any explanation would help quite a lot. The Greymane legacy would be most grateful for your assistance.