Anne Stickney as Annephora
I tink mebbe love not in de cards fo' me just yet. ...well actully jus couldn't find big enough rock. Dat's okay, dey still keepin me busy here anyway! Dis week I took a break from helpin in Grom'gol, because o' de fire festival! Been runnin round all ovah de place honorin fires, and puttin fires out! I know, I know, you say "What does puttin out fires gotta do wit bein a warrior?" but de answer is lots! Mostly cos I went to de Alliance cities ta steal dere flames. Stormwind awfully hard, I got dere and got it -- almost got killed couple o' times, dove into dere canal. Human canals? Much cleaner den dat stuff dey got in Undercity. I swam and swam, den went through dis big tunnel, dey call it "tram." Nobody stop me! At de other end o' de tram is de dwarf city, Ironforge! Dey got gnomes dere too. Gnomes not so bad, me tinkin' -- dey made dat big tunnel all by demselves! I don't know how dey do it mama, dey bein so small, and tunnel bein so big, but dey did. Anyway, I get de Ironforge flame too after fightin my way dere -- dwarf guards are mean! I don't wanna 'urt anyone, just want de fire is all. So I take it, den I run! Well den I figure I oughta get de otha flames, so I go to Darnassus. Big elf city, full of big elfs wit purple skin huggin trees and dancin round. Didn't make it dere on my own though -- I was gettin on de dock in ... I don't know de name o' de town. Someting long and fluffy, like elf ears. De guards chase me on de dock, and out o' nowhere, a druid helped me! 'e was goin ta get de fires too, so 'e asked if I wanted an escort. I say hokay, and we go! Got de Darnassus fire easy, 'ad to run through de city and go get de one inside too. Much easier when dere's someone to 'elp out! We went to de ... big rock city next. Ex ... o ... dar? Funny blue men and women dere. Got dat flame too! I tink mebbe I coulda got de flames by myself, but de company made it much much bettah. Druid name be Irdud -- I know joo tink tauren mebbe not so nice, but dey are! Gotta go get more flames, but I wanted ta let joo know dat I still workin 'ard, and dat tauren awfully nice. Spirits watch ovah joo!
Sometime, big 'elp come from small tings like gnome. But den sometimes big 'elp come from big tings too. Glad you found big ting to 'elp you. Please don't 'it him wit a rock.
Spirits guide you,
P.S. Vol'jin be plannin someting big 'ere. Can't say more den dat, but joo may need ta come home sooner den you tink, at least fo a little while. Be careful out dere!
Robin Torres as Robinemia
I know you're dead. Really dead. Not dead and then reanimated to "live" again. But I'm writing to you anyway because I think I miss you. It's hard to tell in this unlife, because it's like we have only the shadows of our former feelings and passions. I think that many of us, the Forsaken, spend a lot of our efforts attempting to recapture our emotions. And so many of them go for the easy ones: vengeance, betrayal, anger -- easy to achieve and so strong that it's almost like the original.
But after feeling something like embarrassment when my new pet went into a very undignified frenzy, I realized that the more subtle feelings are more rewarding. In my opinion, if my undead brethren were to attempt the more challenging sensations, incidents like Wrathgate would not have happened.
I have been feeling something close to pleasurable when I adventure with my guild. I think there is friendship there. Camaraderie. Companionship. They aren't strong sensations, but they do have some meaning.
I go by a new name with them, by the way. My old identity is dead along with my body, so I have chosen a new one. No disrespect is meant to you, of course.
Yes, I'm sure I miss you. Because now I have a stronger feeling: sorrow. I hope you are resting peacefully. And don't worry about me -- I'm doing very well and might almost be considered happy.
With memories of love,