Writings - Idryl and Jumwa/Velstiel

[Jumwa]

(( Here we'll compile a list of often fragmented writings from these characters.  It will take the form of letters, journal entries, notes and so on.

These are not necessarily in chronological order.  More explicit letters and works can be found here.))

[Jumwa]

A beautifully written letter on expensive paper.  Despite the skill and quality of the writing and instruments, a couple mistakes are made and crossed out.

My lady Id,

As I await renewed assault in these chilled towering halls, I find my mind ever drifting back to you.  No, not simply my promise to investigate herbal possibilities here, though on that I have not forgotten, I assure you.  My mind, instead, focuses mostly on how comforting your warm embrace would be.  I feel the only thing that could rip the chill from my bones here would to be nestled upon our favourite seat in the study by the fire with you curled upon my lap.

It is a wretched, sinister cold, my sweet lady.  It pierces my being like no sensation of hot or cold has in many a year.

As you may recall, my previous studies and experimentation's have left me with a rather dulled appreciation for changes in temperature.  I sweat in heat, but I rarely notice it.  Cold, especially, is something that goes totally unnoticed.  Even atop the Storm Peaks I felt nothing of it out of the ordinary.  However, here, I find it sinks into my very being.  It is a disturbing feeling after so long.

It is wholly without sympathy to the realm of the living.  It perhaps explains why I have not found you so much as a weed to harvest from this towering Citadel, no matter how deep or high I plumb it.

Soon we shall march on the laboratory, however, and from it I pledge my word that something of value shall be returned to you for study.  This labyrinth is not void of knowledge, of that we can be most certain.  And from it you must be among the first recipients of that hidden wealth of knowledge.  I shall not fail you, and my axe swings shall strike all the harder in the name of you, glorious lady Idryl Bitterose, and your pursuit of knowledge.

My time runs short.  The clods and nincompoops about me finally pull themselves together and manage to remember they are a fighting force.

I hope soon I return home to you, trophies and prizes of discovery in arms, to a heroes welcome.  For to be champion of your cause is my chief aim, a thundering legion in one that serves your mighty purpose.  Our mighty purpose.

Your sweet lips, tender touch and supple, yielding body await me beyond these ghostly walls.  I know it, though the place seeks to steal the memory of the feeling from me.

Your Knight Errant,
J.J.

[Anjasa]

Dear Diary,

I agreed to move in with J.J. today. Things are complicated, of course. He’s married to Anjasa, whom is of course living with him as well. They’ll be sharing a bed, and I’ll have my own separate bedroom. Just as well for that. I prefer my privacy, after all.

I still struggle with the idea of how I’m going to tolerate living with her smug face day in and day out, but I figure that life here will be worth it.

I also dare admit only to you that I relish the idea of the pain this would cause Maglin. Fair game. He hadn’t even bothered to visit in months, so enraptured was he in her claws.

No matter. I’ll be having my books moved in this very eve.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

Week one of the new living arrangements has come and gone with very little cause for alarm or concern. J.J. has spent most of his time with me in my room or the study, and we’ve made a great start on several of our research projects. He said he would be showing me his laboratory later in the day but did not want to overwhelm me so early in.

I look forward to being overwhelmed, all truth be told, but I think it’s best I let him lead the way. I’m groping blindly in the dark, as is. The lady of the house is, thankfully, rarely home. Out sleeping around, no doubt. Women of her calibre have no sense of thankfulness for what they currently have, but only what they can have, no matter if it’s stolen from another woman or not.

She takes with both hands, then lets it all drop when the mood strikes her. I can’t see what J.J. has seen in her, for it’s certainly not anything they hold in common from my calculations.

Perhaps it’s just jealousy speaking.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

It’s been a while since I bothered with you and for that I apologize. Time has been pacing at an increased tempo that I have been unable to take time away from my studies and research to write of my more personal findings.
However, I must take time for today, for J.J. had proposed to me. That is to say, he wants to wed me.

Again I’m grabbing around in the dark, unsure of where my footing stands, but I said yes regardless for if this is my one chance to be happy, I want to grab it. That’s what they’ve said, anyways. Those in the ‘Tribe’ I’ve bothered to speak to.

I don’t know how Anjasa has taken it and I’m not sure I care to. I’d rather have nothing to do with her, and I try not to. I haven’t seen Maglin around, but that’s no surprise. He doesn’t know I’m here, anyways. After he left me in the tower, I’d rather he not see me. I’ll let him know after the wedding.

I know this sounds like I’m complaining, but my happiness is written across my face. I’m excited, terribly so. But diaries are not often places for happy thoughts. Regardless of my misgivings, I set up a brilliant welcome home celebration for the two of them and lavished them both in a loving embrace. Let bygones be bygones.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

I told J.J. about Maglin and I.

Wedding is still on.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

Anjasa invited me out for a, what she called ‘Girl’s Night Out’ for the evening before the wedding. I was tempted to decline, but J.J. said he’d like for me to get to know her before we become a ‘family’. Although I’d rather keep my distance, I see his point. I agreed.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

The wedding was pretty fantastic. It was kind of frightening at first due to Fairtide, the woman whom I had requested perform the wedding, was detained. There was a priestess there and she did just fine, though. I can barely remember any of what she said. Luckily both J.J. and I had our vows written down, so I have them saved in my keepsake box.

I had a golden dress tailored for me and it fit divinely. J.J. seemed quite enamoured with it, luckily. I kept my hair long and curled, but it went a bit frizzy in the heat. I don’t think anyone noticed. They never said anything. J.J. was done up just like a knight. My dashing white knight. Well, blue I suppose? Or does that refer to the armour colour?

It was a strange kind of ceremony, I guess, though what can what expect when blending cultures. We still exchanged rings, and vows, but aside from that everyone was asked to volunteer their hands and sacrifice blood. J.J. sacrificed two cuts so I wouldn’t have to – I could only imagine the look of the scar. Besides, his has already healed. Peculiar that trolls are able to regenerate so quickly and yet live so short. Perhaps the stress of having to regenerate uses their life force more quickly than if they had taken the time to adequately heal. Of course their short life span may also have something to do with the warring of the Tribes. A small asterisk is placed at the end of this sentence as though it were a marking of reminder.

Sorry, diary. Back to the wedding. Of course, I had no idea how it would have gone. The Chieftess did not attend, for which I was grateful. Though she and I have managed to come to a friendly understanding, I still get the feeling that I am not completely welcome. She makes a good show of it, anyways, even offering support and enthusiasm. No doubt of what she’ll be doing behind my back in order to get ‘even’. There’s something strange about her. Honestly I have no idea what the two have in common asides from abnormally high sexual drives. Perhaps that’s all it is. Maybe she’ll come around in time.

We’re on our honeymoon now. Up in Quel’dalar, hidden from prying eyes in a tiny house tucked into the woods. We rented it from a recluse that was in denial about the Scourge attacks. I almost pity him. But not really. To be honest, we didn’t do much different other than pause our studies for the time being. We don’t have our research material and testing subjects out here anyways, not that we could fit them in this house. The temple in Zul’waja is really unparalleled as far as research facilities go. Plenty of privacy.

Jumwa’s outside. He said he wanted to try cooking some fish for dinner. I hope he remembers to remove the bones. I better go check on that.

Forever yours,

Idryl Bitterose
Wife to Jumwa’jin


Attached to the entry are two copied letters, obviously Jumwa and Idryl’s vows to one another. On the following page is a small sketch of the two of them holding hands at the wedding.

It seems rather unfitting to try and pledge my words of love to you, Id, in de spoken word when all that has become of us was due to a string of lovely, eloquent and stimulating letters.

But so be it.  My dear lady Id.  In so innocent a beginning as our academic correspondence, even then, I felt de first twinges of greater feeling.  Through our pens came much emotion, even when we did not intend it, I believe.

Your letters were like eagerly awaited parcels of food to a hungry stranded troll.  Jour words bright and titillating.

I found in you, in those early days, a brilliant companion.  A brilliant prodigy to share in my most secret and precious passions of knowledge and discovery.

Those parts of me so few, if any, other’s have seen.

By our first meeting we were long friends, and yet still more awaited. Today all that has culminated into a true love, that has transcended the boundaries of language, written or not, and of all other barriers that stood between.


When we first met, truly met, I was cold. And alone. And abandoned. True loneliness held me captive in those mountains. But I was studious. And diligent. And every letter I received sent a tiny ray of lights through the darkness of the manor.

And slowly, I regained awareness of the world outside the walls of my prison, and the life that was put on pause. And I remembered about...

The following trails off here, and she’s scratched out the beginning of the sentence.

You made me happy enough to see past the exterior. This from someone who spends her life worrying about exteriors.

Your brilliance lit my heart aflame, as clichéd as that is, and melted my fears and prejudices to a manageable nugget.

J.J., I have never met an intellectual match, someone who thirsts for knowledge and pure unbridled understanding that could parallel my own.


Dear Diary,

Anjasa is balled up on the bed next to me, lightly sleeping. She keeps making tiny sounds as my quill rubs against the paper, as if she’s telling me to shut up.

It was a nice night, as far as I’m concerned. Was a gesture of good will, if nothing else, and she seemed receptive to the idea of family. I’m curious about how much she knows about Maglin and I and whether she knows what she did to me. She holds no guilt on the topic, I don’t believe. We went to a bar and then to a fancy hotel room where we soaked in the tub and drank cold spirits and talked. She’s not as stupid as she seems and asked appropriate questions about my work and research.

We spoke at length about J.J… Jumwa as she calls him, and of what a great troll he is, and how supportive and loving he can be. She warned me of his temper. I’m sure I won’t have a problem, I told her. She nodded as if she agreed. She looked a little melancholy, but perhaps that’s just because she knows what she’s giving up.

No mind to it. We comforted one another before she fell asleep. I’m unsure of how to feel.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

I confronted Maglin today. He denied he did any wrong but apologized profusely. He cried. I have to go to Jumwa for council – he’s my twin but I don’t know I’m ready to let him back in.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

That fucking succubus will never be summoned to this realm under my hand again.

The treacherous woman has been hiding Maglin’s letters from me, refusing his calls and lying to him all this time.

My strength is not as heavy as I had thought and my control over her was weak. I must redouble my efforts and not fall trap into trusting in my own abilities again. I must be diligent and constantly reassess my abilities without prejudice and bias.

I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with Maglin. I feel I owe him an apology, but at the same time, if he wanted to see me…

I B


Dear Diary,

I apologized to Maglin, nothing more. It’s time to rededicate myself to the research and stop being so caught up with these immature mental games. It’s time to move on.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

I had an amazing theory in regards to lichbloom and icethorn. Testing will commence immediately.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

Jumwa took me to the great Black Temple today to study and research their gardens and facilities. I took many samples to bring back home including various interesting species of plants and flower life.

On a more personal note, however, I’d like to state that the temple is awe inspiring and the lavish sin’dorei living quarters were like something out of a fantastical novel.

Absolutely breathtaking.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

Sorry for the delay in writing, but things have been steady with work. I quickly write to inform you of the fact that we are currently packing to leave Zul’waja tonight. We’re relocating to Terrokar for the time being.

I mourn the loss of our research.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

Anjasa has gone ripe mad. J.J. has let me run some testing and experiments, but none of much value. Will need to see the other test subjects from the Temple before proper treatment can be guaranteed.
Passage into Zul’waja is not safe at this time.

Idryl Bitterose


Dear Diary,

We are settled in Terrokar. J.J. asked if it would be fine if Maglin moved n with Anjasa, which, of course, would mean he’d move in with us. I gave them my blessing. I feel no negative emotions in regard to it and actually look forward to having him around once in a while. I have missed him, I confess. We had a lovely, brilliant spark of happiness and it fizzled, but there’s no need to not enjoy the bittersweet afterglow of young love.

He’s my twin, after all. Of one heart. Besides, ever since Anjasa went insane, she’s been looking dazed and lethargic and confused. It will free up more of J.J.’s time for research to have her properly taken care of. Provided my brother doesn’t…

None of that, dear diary.

I have not been able to see my test subjects and assume they have all been terminated. We will have to rebuild, quickly. Anjasa has adamantly refused my follow up examinations and discussions in regards to her psychosis. Her symptoms seem to slowly be improving in that she hasn’t been mumbling the same words over and over.

Idryl Bitterose



Dear Diary,

J.J. approached me about the possibility of helping Anjasa become with child. Major restoration magic will be required as well as a possible catalyst to properly direct the restorative flow. Due to the age of the injury, I recommended caution.

Perhaps this would better be stated in my research tomes…

Idryl Bitterose



Dear Diary,

I’m amazed. It worked.

Perhaps this catalyst can be used again in the future for regenerative possibilities precluding the longevity experiments… Will need further research subjects before we’re able to proceed. Due to Anjasa’s state, J.J. is staying with me in the evening. I revel in how much more we will get done without her distractions!

Idryl Bitterose

[Anjasa]

Contained within Idryl’s large volumes of research tomes. Each tome is bound with ancient, glowing ruins, a faint green brightening the dark, brown leather. All are enchanted to only be read by those with the proper security clearance – that is to say J.J. and her. Should anyone else open it, the pages will read to nothing more than a dark fairy tale.

Today,  April 9, J.J. and I collected what samples and information we could in preparation of abandoning Zul’waja. The place has gone rancid with power and most of our experiments have become compromised, including the experiment of icethorn and lichbloom combined to make a gel that will adapt to the body and become impenetrable as well as the multiple experiments in longevity.

The research was coming along nicely in both cases, however we have had many issues with instability of the test subjects who have become subject to fits of aggression as well as insane ramblings. Many had to be destroyed, however we are leaving several in order to better get a handle of what kind of power we are dealing with here. I will return daily as time allows to further understand the effects. Currently we do not have all holding cells filled and lack several varieties and ages of specimens.

Details on the current testing to follow. We have had to terminate test subject 10283, 09374, 10743 and, unfortunately, 07384 whom was our oldest and most promising test subject. 07384 was a Sin’dorei child, aged 13, whom was paired with 08743, a troll child, aged 12, in a promising demonstration of the role that love or affection may play in the interracial longevity project. Both had been held together in near isolation, given objects such as books and toys, as well as romantic items such as flowers in order to demonstrate courting rituals. Test subjects both seemed well adjusted and receptive to courting rituals. As neither had entered their adult state, however, more testing would have been required before conclusions could be drawn.

If a troll and a sin’dorei could mate and successfully produce offspring, it would lead one to the idea of a common ancestry of perhaps the night elves. More research would be required and new test subjects will need to be retained once our new laboratory is set up.

On the following pages are illustrated descriptions.

Test subject 10364: Human: Female: Aged: 29. Undergoing testing for gel armour. Suffered rashes and burns as well as skin discolouration to a grey hue. No other signs of scourge presence. Since the attacks on Zul’waja has become catatonic and hides in the corner of her cell. Refuses to eat or to move to empty herself. Will be destroyed before we leave.

Test subject 09372: Male: Troll: Aged: Early 30s. Undergoing testing for longevity via soulstone preservation and transportation. He is currently fourth in his line. The soul has currently been rejected by 2 hosts, however has taken quite well to this one. Similarities include body shape and stature, as well as social caste and Tribe. Will lead to more research upon the similarity of brain patterns and how they align with the rejections of soul. Since the attacks on Zul’waja has become more aggressive. Was found hovered over test subject 10943, the 2 year old Quel’dorei child. Upon further inspection it was found that he had carved out her heart and devoured it, though the rest remained untouched. He screams in his sleep and pounds on the door. In isolation. Will remain for further testing. When testing is no longer required, soul will be retained and transmitted to next in line.

Test subject 08342: Female: Sin’dorei: Aged: 20. Undergoing testing on longevity via interracial breeding. Currently no success in ability to accept troll donors (multiple). Experimentation continues. Has become catatonic since attack and will continue to be nursed for experimentation process as long as her body continues functioning.

Test subject 10834: Female: Kaldorei: Aged: Unknown. Undergoing testing on longevity via interracial breeding. Currently successful with sin’dorei. Seven weeks along. Seems almost feral since attack, hunching over and protecting her womb. Eating an appropriate amount. Will no longer accept cooked meat and prefers raw.

Test subject: 09954 and 09955 : Male twins: Trolls: Aged: Adolescent. Currently undergoing testing on endurance and stamina. Not held in cell. They will be transported with us to new location in order to make the move go smoothly.

Test subject: 09345: Male: Sin’dorei: Aged: Unknown. Currently undergoing  gel testing. Skin has taken a slightly redish hue and eyes flicker with a slight azure colour rather than the bright fel green. Slight growth to teeth. Used as successful donor for 10834 prior to gel testing. Currently working as a donor for 09837, however further testing is required. Has not currently been successful. 09837 has already produced a child naturally and body seems able and willing to produce again. Since the attack, has been aggressive and dominant with mate as opposed to his previous calm and slightly sadistic mannerisms.

Test subject: 09837: Female: Troll: Aged: Late 20s. Currently undergoing longevity via interracial breeding. Accepting of experiments. Lethargic. She bit off her own tongue the evenings that the terrors began and has difficulty eating. Will decide within the day if experiment should be terminated, though it would be a shame considering her cooperation.

Test subject: 10087 and 10088: Male: Troll: Twins: Early 20s. Currently preparing for soulstone transportation and development. Have been very aggressive since attacks. Held together for purposes of personality shadowing and had to pull them apart from wild rutting in the night. Good test subjects otherwise.

Test subject: 10344: Male: Draenei: Unknown. Currently undergoing study on longevity. Has been kept in isolated safe room, decorated for comfort. Interrogated once per week on subjects of the eredar, the naaru, and their elder life spans. Was set to begin testing on biological functions within the month. Slated for dissection and study.

More draenei subjects will be required for testing on longevity and interracial breeding. Rumours about draenei and orc children as well as orc and ogre children. More research will be required. Once new facilities are up, it may be wise to focus more appropriately on the effects of interracial breeding as well as the gel armour transplants and their effect on longevity in the future. Current conditions do not allow for test subjects to leave the temple and all experiments are now considered void, moving on to their new phase of testing for the power in Zul’waja. Will be fed and cleaned as required, but otherwise undisturbed before interviews in the following month about their experiences.

No experiment will be released in the interest of public safety.

[Anjasa]

Test Results – Orb of the Sin’dorei

The orb of the Sin’dorei is a temporary effect that changes one’s physiology to mimic that of a sin’dorei. The body physically changes shape and, given the length of duration, very little adverse effects occur. Occasional discomfort and aches, though generally eased by a mild healing spell.

Prolonged usage of the Orb of the Sin’dorei has more adverse effects, however they have not been properly researched.

Using Test Subject 10203: Troll: Male: Aged: 36. No other experiments performed on him. He was changed to a Sin’dorei using the orb within a proper summoning circle. Elements were set up in order to prolong the transformation. Subject was removed from summoning circle and bound with several runes providing protection and binding. Subject was then aged using the patented orc aging process.

Subject aged seven years as Sin’dorei with no adverse reactions. Was able to transform back safely. Aged as a troll through old age and he died a natural death after approximately twenty years aging him to fifty six in natural troll years. No adverse reaction to transformation. Will require further testing, however with limited facilities, time has not allowed such.

J.J. is eager to begin self testing and, given the previous test result, I will go ahead while advising caution and diligent transformation. There is no long term effects for transforming for minutes of the day and thus I draw the conclusion that long term transformations will likely be more dangerous than short term transformations.

All transformations must be within the proper summoning circle with medical equipment on site.



Test Results – Orb of the Sin’dorei

J.J. Has successfully transformed using the orb of the Sin’dorei with minimal problems. Body is in working and functional order, including vital organs. Further testing will be required on a prolonged basis as aging will not be provided for subject. Obviously.



Test Results – Orb of the Sin’dorei

Further testing will be required and safer method of transformation will need to be looked into. After spending approximately 36 hours within the Sin’dorei form, reverse transformation was impossible after multiple tries.

Consulted with Magister Andulin Sunscorn and she informed me that it is possible using an inert alchemical compound combined with healing and dispelling magic that would activate it, powerfully targeted at the transmogrified individual.

Side effects include vomiting, rapid bone growth, and possibly death.

Upon focusing the healing and dispelling magic upon a mirror, J.J. was able to dispel himself of the enchantment. Reminded subject to transform within 24 hours in order to avoid further problems.

Testing will resume immediately on other trolls in order to better find the cause of the glitch and to provide subject with a more accurate view of the limitations of the disguise.