((This is Keak's journal. I'm bored and Keak is dead, permanently, so I decided i may as well make his journal public. I'd assume that ICly one of the Blades ended up with this. Most likely Coriv or Vyndus.))
[The first couple of pages in the small, brown journal are covered in little doodles and sketches of faces. After this though, there is a page with a little, rather sloppilly written, writing.]
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Father's gone. Sef's nowhere...I'm lost. I'm going to try and find my way to the kingdom of Stormwind...Lordaeron is done. Undead and giant spiders everywhere...this place is like a living nightmare.
I've made it out of Lordaeron's forests. I think I'm near Elwyn now. I know I have to keep going, but it's hard. What exactly's happened to Lordaeron I wonder? The city was attacked but...is there any chance of reclaiming it? My home...my friends...my life, are all gone with that city.
[The next few pages are filled with sketches of shambling, walking corpses and worgs. After this, there is a slightly smoother and obviously more calmed writing.]
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Alright I'm in Elwyn now, I know that much. I've been walking around the forests for a day or two now.
I was ambushed by three bandits awhile ago. They shouted stuff about the deviad brotherhood or something, then tried to kill me. After the fight I looted their corpses and got about five gold total! Looks like these bandits had been having a good day, well up until they tried to rob ME!
((There are a few curses in this one, if you don't like em' don't read em'.
[There are a couple sketches and small drawings of faces and large trees, pretty much at random. Eventually there's a page with only a couple sketches of faces, and one of Cathedral Square in Stormwind.]
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Ok, out of the forests and into the city! This place really does remind me of home. Well, past home. Currently "home" is infested with undead and in ruin. The architecture in Stormwind is alot like Lordaeron's, there's just a slight lack of giant statues. Aside from that Heroes Valley place. I guess Stormwind sure knows how to honor THEIR fallen.
Alrighty now. I'm renting a room in the Lion's Pride Inn with the gold I looted off those bandits. Turns out they're a real problem in the forests here. I'm gonna have to find some work if I don't wanna live off the streets.
OK! I've managed to get a job....chopping down big ass trees. Pay is decent, I suppose it's fine considering I'm staying in shape. It's just pretty uneventfull. Oh! Unless those bandits come along! Then the guards have given us full permission to beat em' down! They said to avoid killing the bastards though. Guess they prefer to hold em' in that damn giant Stockade place.
[For a couple pages there are only pictures of cows, wolves and occasionally a few sketches of Defias bandits.]
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Well, been a long time since the last time I wrote in this old thing. Summary of the past...year or so. I've still just been working as a lumberjack, pay is still decent. The other guys can be pretty good company I suppose. Well, back on track. Nothing notable had really happened up until today. I was sitting in Cathedral square, praying. A couple of the Priests were able to tell I used to be a Paladin, they offered me free room there and I think some sort of job. But I turned em' down. It's been way too long since I've been in real combat with the Light. I can barely use it as is. Now where was I? Oh yeah, Cathedral square. So, I was practically napping there when I came across this guy named Tornadis. We struck up a conversation and after I started talkin' about my dull job and my previous work as a Paladin, he offered me a place in the Alliance Volunteer Army. Just some group of warriors who've come together and well...the name is pretty self explanatory.
Alrigt, I accepted the guy's offer. I'm now with the AvA. Got myself a tabard and some new plate mail...Ah, and I got my father's sword out of the case I've been keeping it in. Feels...wierd being back in armor and holding a weapon. Wierd, and sorta right. Like a part of me was gone until I put it back on. Well, I've been sent to Booty Bay in the Vale to watch pirate activity. It's not that big a deal, or exciting really. Just sitting around in the heat while watching some piss drunk men throw insults at eachother and eventually fight. Sure is some intresting activity.
OK! Finally, something good! There's some pretty well known captain named Cervantes Scila. He's been actively trading and selling slaves and drugs. I pulled on a mask and some black leather and bought a slave from him, then set the poor guy free. Two other AvA members also showed up. We're trying to join Cervantes' crew in disguise. Now that I think about it, dumb plan. But pirates are idiots, right? Shouldn't be that hard.
[There are small drawings of the Bay and Goblins for a few pages before an entire page is filled by a picture of a man with an eye patch, black hair, a rapier, and rather classic pirate clothing. Puffy white shirt, red sash belt and black pants.]
Spoiler:
I tried to join Scila's crew by contacting an underling of his named Butch. Dude was a little more observant than I thought. Turns out he was the guy who sold that slave I set free and he was able to recognize me. He wanted to fight so we took it outside the bay. He won, but apperantly I fought just hard enough to get his respect. We went back ot the bay and had a talk over a few mugs of rum. I can't imagine why, but this guy seemed pretty nice.
Well, turns out this Butch guy has been helping some girl. Just a kid really. Her name is Skipper. It's like she's his captain. Pretty damn funny watching a little girl order a guy like Butch around. Well, I'm hanging around with this "crew" for awhile. Just to see if it'll help me get closer to Scila.
Hahaha! Skipper is so funny! Not anything that she says, or how she acts really. It's just the fact that she's so young and she tries to act so serious. She said she got her hands on a map of some sort and she wants to use it to track down a treasure. I doubt it'll actually be worth the trip, but I've agreed to go with her. Few days on a ship, heading to an island. Should be a good chance to unwind.
