The Inn Keepers daughter is a Trinket that Hearths you back your home inn, ( or hearth place) , and it’s an archaeology drop.
The story in Wow is that basically it is a wayward innkeepers daughter of ill repute that embarrassed her father so he made a deal with warlock to turn her into a hearthstone so she would always come home.
But why does she appear as a a ghost?
I will tell you the real story… ( or at least a better version)
The Highway Man by Alfred Noyes
Once upon a time a Highwayman loved the Innkeepers daughter
“He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. “
The redcoats used her as bait to capture her lover the Highway man
” They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! “
for they knew he would come to her
“Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way”
and he kept his word
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
and to save her love she warned him.
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
When he heard of her sacrifice,
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
But he died too
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
So I would like to think that the Inn Keepers daughter, is a hearth stone because she will always be waiting for her lover by the moonlight in the Inn. ( except in the poem she is Darkhaired instead of a red headed giggling ghost.
I Love this poem, and when a guildy first spoke of “The innkeepers daughter” I started sprouting poetry in guild chat, and I was disappointed that my impressions of what could have been a romantic backstory of an innkeepers daughters sacrifice in a wow piece, was actually a father killing his daughter because she shamed him. ( She appears as a ghost randomly when you use the hearthstone so what happened to her if not death?)
But because I have this poem now on my mind, on my tongue, on my heart and in my ears – Loreena Mckennitt does an amazing version of the poem in song ( of course I sang along)
Flavourtextlore discovered that “Your justice point Gear is named after Famous Poetry” as pointed out in a Article by Joystiq
In keeping with the theme of using poetry for Gear ( and that I love The highway man ) I have almost completed a outfit.
Weapon
torrent of darkness
Helm
French cocked-hat
Pants,
Breeches of Brown Doe Skin
Chest
Coat of Claret Velvet
A Neck
Bunch of lace
A belt
Gypsy’s Ribbon
Maybe a Off-hand
Dark Red Love Knot
Matching Rings with a set bonus
black cascade
black waves
Trinkets
cascade of perfume
stroke of midnight
I am Just missing Boots cloak and bracers
