Nightmares... Each night again... Always the same... They're tiring... Luckily my mate is always there to drag me through everything. It is only thanks to her that I didn't die of sleep deprivation yet. I want to leave... go home... Away from the fires... But I can't... I shouldn't... Too much is at stake... I won't leave.
Taryn
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Except for the occasional skirmishes, things seem calm here. Tensions are still high, but I can't blame anyone. The Alliance and the Horde are still at war. And here we are, fighting side by side. Reminds me of min'da's tales about the first battle of Mount Hyjal. Life would be so much easier if the Horde and Alliance would stop bickering and concentrate on the larger threat. And get the hell out of lands that don't belong to them.
I will not be forgotten. This is my time to shine. I've got the scars to prove it. Only the strong survive. I'm not afraid of dying. Everyone has their time. Life never favored weakness.
This journal was given to me to record my thoughts about our efforts in Hyjal during what will be known as the fifth fourth war. However to truly face this threat I’ve found myself in the wintry lands of Dun Morogh. It is my hope that whoever reads this will find some value in it. My name is Tikar Wildseer, Druid of the Cenarion Expedition. With me is my friend and confident, Arjua. I will be writing on her behalf but her story is her own.
Why Dun Morogh? This is farther from the front lines than I wish to be, but the reputation of the dwarves travel far. It was not their Thunderbrew Ale that drew me though it goes will with writing. It was not their underground burrow into the mountain as impressive as that is. Rather, it is their relationship to the bears of their homeland that has drawn me here. For all my skill as a Druid of the Wild I have lost my bear form. I have decided to not write the details down for they linger in my mind enough. I need to move on. For now I stay in Kharanos, a small dwarven village. It is quiet here except for the trolls nestled to the west. Our time in the burrow of Ironforge was taxing on me. Arjua’s home is out here in the wild. In the snow. She does not belong with the dwarves and from what little she’s told me, among our own kin. I do not envy the state of the Savagekin but just a glimpse into her world may aid my own path. Today’s excitement has drifted off into a pleasant rest so I will conclude here for the day. The trip here has only been one setback after another.I need to meditate on the good that can come of this pilgrimage.
The true test of his choice lies forward. — The story of the Silithian.
08-18-2014, 08:12 PM (This post was last modified: 08-18-2014, 08:22 PM by aroes.)
Whoop first entry.
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Perhaps I've neglected this little book long enough. Light only knows why the Keeper asked us to do this, if we're lucky maybe it'll end up on the back shelf of a dusty library somewhere. Here I thought writing was supposed to focus the mind, maybe I should just get to the damn point. To put it shortly, I have no idea what dimensional rift opened up and put me here but these were not the elves I grew up hearing about. It just goes to serve as the perfect example of how desperation can lead to temporary social change. More specifically, their attitude towards those that use unsavory magics for a good cause.
Initially I was apprehensive about coming here, but I'll be damned if those Twilights are going to burn the world with their heretical magic. Even on a good day, most elves wouldn't bat an eye at a shadow user being drawn and quartered or whatever method of capital punishment the elves employ. Here I have found nothing greater than a passing disdain. How all this would play out if there was no war however is anyone's guess. For now, I think it'd be a good idea to take in the sights and hopefully make a few friends...preferably people that could spare me from the chopping block once everything settles back down to normal.
Entry 4:
(Written a week or so ago, I'm just lazy.)
Spoiler:
Everything is amazing! Where should I start? Okay, I'll start with this morning first. I went out into the woods away from the barracks with my Shan'do and he gave me a really long talk. It was really special and he told me why Ninde acted the way she did about Laineth and I. She thought that- never mind, it's in the past. But anyway, after we had this talk, he tried to teach me my first spell. And the best part is I DID IT! I cast my first Druidic spell. It's a healing spell and I used to to help a plant regrow. Since then I've done things like heal broken branches off trees and I even used it to heal a little bird's wing.
But that's only the first half of the amazing day I had. After I finished my lesson with the Keeper, he said I should find my sisters and have a proper sit down talk with them. So I did. I went and found them and we all found a spot to sit and talk. I told them about my learning and how it was going and then I told Ninde that when Laineth visited the other day, we decided to remain mates. I thought she was going to get angry again but she didn't. She just said that she understood and was happy for me. I almost fainted, I was shocked. But I was ecstatic at how supportive Ninde was when I told her I understood how she felt now.
To sum it all up, I had the best day in my life. I feel like I could take on the world. All my doubt and fear is gone now and I feel like I could do anything if I wanted to. Now I'm going to work even harder at my training to be the best I can be.
“Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed.”
— G.K. Chesterton
09-10-2014, 01:49 PM (This post was last modified: 09-10-2014, 01:51 PM by Krilari.)
Norostrasz's Log, Entry #1
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I can see where this path leads already. Shiasra insisted on letting me make a fool of myself. Instead, however, I’ve made a general of myself it seems. I’ve met only a fraction of the leadership here, but I hope to see this Buhayos before the sun sets upon my first day here. For the moment I remain content penning down what faces I meet with. I’m certain I’ll need some references before their titles are etched into my mind.
The Smaller Knight – An admirable warrior with a tactical mind to back it. He seems hesitant in my presence, however so do many, and his corpse-like state makes communication no better. He seems as willing to serve as he is to lead. I will have to pay attention.
Calling: Death Knight Profession: Blacksmith, Artisan Level.
The Larger Knight – He is a Vrykul. Other than that, I’m uncertain. A once-servant of Arthas, no doubt, but his similarly inevitable turn from the wretched king has me confused. Perhaps he is banished and thought weak in mind. No matter. His body is strong and resistant to the corpse rot. If nothing else, he will be a strong shock soldier.
Calling: Death Knight Profession: Unknown.
Sorley of None – The first half of the two lieutenants who work under the man known as Buhayos. A wise mind and sharp wit do not make a warrior. He abhors combat, seeming to fit more in a tactician’s role. Shows promise as a resource-scout, however mind the blind eye.
Shiasra – There is not much to be said on her here. I am familiar with her, her sharp words, and careless tactics. I pray to the Lifebinder that this new position grants her some modicum of sense.
Calling: Druid, Leadership (?) Focus. Profession: Yelling, Threatening, Whining, Instilling fear in the heart of enemies and Allies, Bringer of Wrath
Human Girl – Talkative under cover, quiet under watch. Claims to be more of a hearthwife than a warrior, despite her notation for being a ‘Druid of Death’. May serve as a useful camp aide.
Worgen Scout – Similar to the human girl in terms of how loose her tongue tends to be, however he speaks with a greater air of respect and confidence. Claims to be more useful on the battlefield than off of it, however he also has experience as a scout. May make for a good partner for Sorley.
There is an undeniable power here. I would be a fool to deny. The Firelord and his various servants breathe with a power I haven’t set seen before, not even in the Scourge who devoured half the world. I will look into this foe, I must, for I mayhap be able to use this power against them.
09-13-2014, 08:28 AM (This post was last modified: 09-13-2014, 11:03 AM by Vladdy.)
Paulton
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I'm finally writing in this journal I was given. I've always found comfort in pen and paper, but I just wasn't sure of what to write about until this moment. Few comforting thoughts pass my mind these days. It all started with Nuar in the monastary, his betrayal of our order. Light forgive me, but I hate him for it. Hate him with a burning passion; it is in no way justified, and it's as if the Shadow itself is coming after me. Coming to claim my soul. Do I even deserve the Light's embrace anymore? I've talked with Aidan to give him hope, but do I have any of my own? The answer remains unclear. I used to mistrust the Draenei simply due to their lifespans. "An immortal is an immortal," I would say. Though the more I talk to Nytamuur, I feel as if I have more in common with the Draenei than even some of my fellow Humans. They are a pious people, worthy of admiration on my part. They pray with fervor, and know the evils of the Shadow; this is something I cannot ignore. I can't say the same for Dragons on any of this, though. The more I travel, the more I see what Deathwing has done to the world. Large pieces of land falling into the Ocean, and countless lives both mortal and immortal being lost at his destruction. It's as if the Dragons have trouble caring for mortals, let alone themselves.
The most recent Dragons I have met have egos on them that would make a king blush, and they talk down to us as if we're nothing but pawns in a large game of chess. Insignificant to their immortality. Insignificant because we're not like them. Light have mercy on me, but the more I think of the subject, the more I feel the Shadow enveloping me. The Dragons are not like the Draenei. While immortal, the Draenei have a tenderness in their society, with some trust directed towards their allies. The Dragons only calls us "Mortals" and act as if we're children. Children whom are disposable in their forsaken war. I would be lying if I said I was fond of Dragons. Despite their years, they still have many lessons to learn about compassion. Maybe it's because of my mortal lens on the situation, but I cannot stand to even look at a dragon without thinking of Deathwing. I pray the situation gets better, and they prove that not all of them are condescending, though that is like asking for a miracle. Aidan is Undead, yet he has mustered up the strength to trust Dragons. Why not I? Sorley is a friend, though his jokes hurt me to the very core, and I feel as if I'm inadequate. As a husband, as a man, and a possible father. I trust my wife, but I cannot for the life of me understand why she treats me as if I'm a child; just like the Dragons do. No, perhaps not that bad, but I certainly cannot handle what I feel know is condescension on the part of my allies and closest friends. I need to take a drink of whiskey. I hope that my fears and insecurities go away if I drink enough. If not? I'll only look a little more like the inadequate fool everyone thinks I am.
09-13-2014, 09:44 AM (This post was last modified: 09-13-2014, 11:12 AM by Spiky.)
Agronastrasz Journal
The heavy journal is bound in gilded iron, and if not chained around Agron's chest or neck, is locked within a heavy set chest, locked through magical means.
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1st Entry.
I arrived in Hyjal at the bequest of my matron, to strengthen our foothold and oversee the supposed soldiers who have gathered there to fight the rising threat in the surrounding area of Hyjal.
I suspect my mother hopes I will come to respect the mortals to some extent, like my brother does. I have low expectations of their skill.
Upon my arrival I noticed a daughter of the Dreamer and a youngling, agitating the mortals with his games of boredom. They seem easily set off and quick to anger.
I was greeted by the two children of the Dreamer, my brother and two beings of unnatural life; Death Knights. Already my expectations, however low, have not been met.
The human Death Knight.
At first he seemed mildly competent with at least some understanding of combat and the toils of war, keeping his mind off of the spoils like any good soldier. He was eager to inform me of the numbers and capabilities of each individual.
He also seemed adamant in informing me that all of us were equal and should be addressed as such. Though of all the ones present today, he was the first to gain my respect.
The Vrykul Death Knight.
His looks are intimidating to the smaller species of mortals and elementals that flock to the banner of our enemies, already his use is greater than most others that have gathered here.
He knows of war and how it is won. Him and the human show use both off and on the field, in morale and companionship, something I will thankfully not have to deal with.
The Vrykul, despite his species, is intelligent and seems generally liked by the gathering.
The 'Priest' of the Light.
This peculiar mortal is the reason why I did not set my expectations high. Already he seems to loathe our presence and aid, even if the situation worsens by the day. But of course, being only mortal. He sees not the greater scheme of things, and seemed more interested in telling us about his devotion to the light, never touching upon his actual use in a situation of combat.
This concludes my evaluation from my first day in the field. I have interacted little with the rest, having gathered nothing but tidbits from their conversations while discussing tactics with the Knights, my brother and the daughter of the Dreamer.
Later in the day, my brother suggested a scouting party be formed and sent out to gauge the strength of our enemies position. I was told to observe from a distance. I suspect this was to sway my opinion on the mortals.
I was unfettered as they fought elementals and what looked like a cultist from my vantage point high on my wings. It was only when the Twilight Drake showed her wretched hide that things got interesting. They did not turn heel and run, as so many others would have done. I dare say they acted almost foolishly brave, but nonetheless they suffered no casualties or injuries beyond what I could not mend. I returned to the lake, my view of these mortals, somewhat changed.
I will never hear the end of this when this is over.
09-14-2014, 01:47 PM (This post was last modified: 09-14-2014, 01:50 PM by Vladdy.)
Patients, Lesson(s)
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The page has a few dark smudges on the lower right edge. A list of current patients is shown, in addition to lessons and overall knowledge learned.
Current Patient(s)
Roux Blackwood-Cooper - Wife, in her lap as a write this. Needs to rest more, heart is better, scared for her. She says I need to treat patients like people. Roux? No, don't kiss the patients. Talk to them, get to know them. Maybe treat other healers as such? Talk during spare time? No, study, improve. Roux is watching me write now. Oh, a pun. Maybe I could write more of these on a separate page? She just nudged my ear, odd way of communicating, this. Okay, enough writing for now. Have to save room for other patients.
In a separate spot on the right hand side of the page, written in small letters...
Organizer of other healers now. Aidan trusts me. Can't let down. Stressful. Need to organize nurses into one group, alchemists in another. No, need to make separate categories for all, know their names, know their abilities. Learn from that one girl; what's her name again? She's an alchemist, I know that much. Still don't trust the Dragon, but can't be openly hostile anymore. Dragons are large.
Note: Ask more questions, get to know people. Learn more about herbs and alchemy from the alchemist.
The call finally came. The defenders are finally helping secure ground in the Thicket. I'd prayed more of my sisters would've joined the defence, yet it seemed I was the only priestess among our troops and, along with the Warden Ironraven, we were the only two Kaldorei. Though perhaps I should be glad Keira wasn't there. She's strong but, in this place, I can't help but fear for her safety every time she goes out to fight.
Perhaps I misjudged the outlanders at first. They might be fools, and their fighting abilities are outlandish to me, but they get things done. I imagine the fight would've gone the other way if the outlanders weren't here in Hyjal.
I've decided to return to Hyjal. I figured the Elf, after what happened in that city, deserved it. Honor his memory, things like that. The Elves probably wouldn't grasp the logic of it, but f**k it. They don't need to. Damn shame Ausar won't be able to use that bow I got him. Coulda just left the Elf to his fate, but no. Had to try to be the hero. But f**k that Elf. The Blood Elf. Night Elf's cool. Better some honorless coward Blood Elf gets dropped into not-water than me.
Enough about that place. I think about it enough when I sleep. Anyways, yea, back to Hyjal. Back to the prissy little talking, the "Oh, I'm ten thousand years your elder so listen to me because I know all about being a fucking orc", the fake wisdom they gain from listening to half-trees half-elves and the half-stags half-elves and the ANNOYING FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT FLYING LIZARDS. How do you even learn from them? Can't they hear better than Orcs? Does the b***h's little voice not make their ears bleed? f**k.
Nope. Gotta stop being so angry, Sapna. Ancestors would be disappointed, 'we weren't always so angry'. My ass you weren't. You just actually got your battles done in such a timely manner that the anger didn't bubble to the surface. I swear, if the Twilights were half-fucking serious about this, they would have built some giant ass catapult and started flinging fiery balls of death at the tree. I mean, what, do they have to sing a song and dance around a root for it to catch fire? Even if so, they could just disguise themselves as Elves and do that and no one would think twice. Then bam fire and they win this war.
This entire deal is like some Bronze Dragon (those are the time ones, right?) is playing some trick on me. "Oh, someone wants to fight and learn about fire? Let's have her wait months then pin her up against humanoids! Yaaaaay ha ha I'm so fucking smart because I have scales and some bullshit reason for them being able to control time." I mean, what the f**k is that? Control -time-? Why do we have any issues? Why don't they just skip back with all their songs and all their love and that bullshit and fix everything at the root? "Oh, this Human's gonna summon a giant-ass demon to kill the world, let's hop back thirty years and kill him in his crib!" Come on, easy. Stupid ass dragons probably haven't even thought of that. Too busy frolicking with Elves or some shit. Whatever they've been doing for the past 10,000 years or however long the dragons live for.
Anyways, yea. I'm back at Hyjal. Ancestors seem to not give a shit, but we haven't been talking much lately as it is. Wraith's happy, though. He's loving it, even if we've gotten nowhere close to the Shrine. He's just happy here. I suppose it's like me and Oshu'gun. It's just comforting knowing that you've got so much shit nearby that's directly related to you. It's kinda like you're just connected to this larger heart with everyone else and the heart just spreads peace and comfort. I suppose that if Wraith's happy, though, and I owe the Elf, then I can stomach being here for at least a bit more.
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