Dear Tryste (Contains strong language)

[Noble]

Dear Tryste, if you can find this.
I fear I don't know where to start, I guess I'll do so from the begginning. That is, our adventures in the Plaguelands. (Or rather you saving my idiotic self.) After we took refuge in the tree log in the Plaguelands. I was quickly awoken with a start as I heard a crack, at that moment I'd looked at your peacefully sleeping self, I began to grow uneasy and frightful, only for my fears to be worsened as I heard a scraping sound against the tree log. I quickly bolted upwards - Right into a blunt object. Panic overcame me as I felt a sting against my jaw. And then I was out.

I woke up the next day in a cold, dark cave, I stumbled upwards and quickly attempted to gain sense of my surroundings. It took a while but I realized I wasn't alone - There were other figures of several seperate races aside me, a human paladin, a few orcs, a night elf, and a Sin'dorei or two.
After a few brief words with the group, the human paladin and I rushed off towards the end of this.."cave." We noticed a chute..or..sort of rail-like thing near our position, slightly above us as we went down a ramp, it became obvious we were trapped in a cell as we took sight of the locked door.

And thats when the guards came, mostly coldblooded deathknights, a night elf or two.
I remember them calling us out, a human with a purple tabard demanding all the..other prisoners to line up. I heard them arguing over how you should tell prisoners to line up. After several moments of their er...dispute, the prisoners had finally managed to form a line - It became obvious that several of the guards knew a few of the prisoners. Traitorous bastards..all of them. One of the guards, again the human in the pink tabard demanded our names, after intimidating one of the night elven girls I think, and asking a forsaken woman's name, I lied to him regarding my name. Slvan Hellblazer I told him. He didn't doubt it for a fucking second, which suprises me.
After that the other prisoners and I went back up to our main spot, the ramp I mentione earlier, we took refuge there and almost immediately begun discussion of escape plans.
While I acted like the most eager out of all of them, I didn't care for escaping at that point. I heard a gnome say something about inspiring mistrust amoungst the guards.
My hand is starting to ache, and I'm getting tired, but its been a day since all of that happened, I'll cut this short.
I'm wounded, risking possible death, I've been struck and beaten by the guards three times today. I just managed to get ahold of this and given permission to write down all the shit that's happened to me. Its been the second day and I'm already starting to loose it...One of the orcish women offered to help me, she broke a stick and burnt it or something and gave me a ...makeshift pencil. One of the guards tossed a piece of paper down the chute and this is what I have to write with.
Tryste - If you're reading this I might be dead, do me a favor and bring me back.
Aman'thul help me.