John’s Blog

Stories and blogs about Hogit the Dwarf Warrior's adventures in the World of Warcraft.

June 26, 2018

John Bishop Blake

The Class is in Session Pt. 2

Panksdon raised an eyebrow. “That fucker still about?” he angrily. “Ignore it. He’s not worth our troubles, you know that, right?” John replied in his defense.
John crumbled the letter in his hand and threw it onto the fire.

“Did ya hear, by the way? Apparently Silithus is a mess – that sword that fell from the skies…” Panksdon began to explain. “destroyed everything. Heard from a source that a war between the Alliance and the Horde might be about to erupt even!” he finished, with a smirk.

John rolled his eyes as he took another sip of his tea. “There’s always a war going on.” he said.
“Sirs! Where is John Blake?” shouted a man at the door of the inn. “Who’s asking?” John asked curiously, from his seat, posing his mug down and throwing his feet off the wooden table, whilst staring at the man, worriedly. “Go’ a letter fer you!” he said as he searched his bag for the item.

He handed it to John before leaving almost in a hurry, without even saying goodbye.
John didn’t waste time in opening the letter with his own claw, as his hand became furrier at his will. He took the mysterious paper from inside and began to read loudly.

Mr. John Blake
You are requested to be present in the Dreamgrove in 3 days time in Val’sharah.
Should you fail to uphold this order, and you will be cast out of your title.
Signed: Iti’enne Wildroot

John’s faced turned into a frown as he read the second sentence. What could possibly be so urgent as to threaten his title?
“That doesn’t sound to good. I could ask Erediir what’s this all about.” Panksdon suggested as he approached John with a plate in his hand.

“It’s… fine. It’s fine, Panks. I’ll go there and see what the heck is going on… this really does strike me as a surprise though, the Legion’s gone, so, what could possibly be so urgent? But I guess there is no point in complaining. I should get going.” John finished, as Panks put his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t ya worry mate. You got time. Here’s your meal.” Panksdon said as he placed the plate with two cooked turkey legs on the table, in front of John.”.

“I appreciate it, but” John started “These news made me lose my appetite. I’ll get going.” to which Panksdon replied “If you say so, mate…”.

John Bishop Blake

The Class is in Session Pt. 1

Fear. It’s in all of us. One of most important feelings we living creatures experience to protect ourselves from threats, is fear. Everyone fears something.

It may be an event. Another being. An object. No matter what shape or form, you will certainly cower in fear and run. Brave ones however, may stand against their own fears – to the naked eye, they are fearless. But their hearts shake, petrified.

John Bishop Blake had nothing fear though. Not this morning. It was a sunny, summer day. Wolff was no longer a threat. Whether he comes back or not, everyone will be ready for him. The ones who are still alive, at least.

He was sitting on an old chair, with his feet upon the table near the fireplace, while focusing his attention a paper he had in right hand. It was a letter, delivered that same morning. It was from his father, Daniel.

My son,
As you may have heard, the Burning Legion has been defeated. Everyone’s cheering and celebrating.
I’ve kept in contact in Panksdon. He tells me of your adventures. I apologize for not having been able to be present, specially with the fight against Wolff, but as you know, the Broken Shore as kept me busy, and it still does, there is a lot of bureaucracy issues and whatnot to solve around here.
I really haven’t had the chance to say this a lot but, I love you son. Stay strong.
Signed: Daniel B Blake

John sipped on the mug of tea, held on his left hand as he read the last sentence of the letter his father had sent him, finishing off the sip with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.

“Honestly, he shouldn’t even have bothered.” John said out loud, hoping Panksdon, who was behind the counter would hear it and ask about it.

“What are ya talking about?” Panksdon asked. “My fa –“ John paused. He looked at the letter by the corner of his eyes. “Daniel sent me a letter. Wishing us to stay strong and all that crap.” John replied, with a bitter taste in his mouth.

John Bishop Blake

Hello world!

Hello everyone. Welcome to my blog. Here I will relate stories that happen in John Blake’s life. John Blake is a worgen druid apprentice in the RPPVP (soon to be RP only) realm Defias Brotherhood Eu.

I will also write some stuff about WoW itself, Blizzard, his IC guild and some stories about John’s father: Daniel Bishop Blake.

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