Grimy journal pages in the custody of Commander Vaq'negh of Doomguard:

~39

Seven solid days and nights ankle deep in snow in Alterac and covered in blood….tokens.. Lust.

Fortnight spent in Ashran… still not enough…more war tonight.

Stormwind was good.. one for the books....

Stormwind Beach House?

Beach.

Beach..

Beach….

Beach Party tonight. Why on earth those silly elves insist on such merriment is beyond me. War…War is all that matters!

~40

Surrounded by children… so many children… Pulled out all my toys, laced my tongue with sugar and whispered promises. So many.. All types ...sizes…smells!

Shu’halo tried to stop me. I left the Horde ones alone.. Just this once.

Grabbed the goat when he wandered off…her hair is lovely. To taste that flesh.. Oh…

The Windmill is secure. Must think on how to do this to leave no trace.

Not fast enough.. Stupid stupid!

They found me.

Fel….


((Just an intro to something that happened tonight involving both Horde and Alliance. Will get a full story up later today. Open ended.))