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Journal of Karamia Dawnstrike

The contact I had working inside Silvermoon directed me to someone in Outland. The trail grows warm as I stalk the mysterious warlock. It appears she was convicted of various crimes and sentenced to death. The magistrate presiding disappeared shortly after the sentence was handed down. The name I was given is only part of the one she uses. Clever warlock, hiding inside the true meaning. Virago is her true name, Blackthorn is a name she took much later.

For some reason I can find no record of her actual death. The trial was sealed and the records are top secret. What kind of crime did she commit? A long list of minor crimes are attached to the flimsy sheet of paper I was given. Nothing that would warrant a death sentence.

I have one contact to see in Shattrath. The Vindicator is said to be a very powerful Magister. If he is hiding her, I will have to figure out a way to get her out of Shattrath. If she did nothing that was outright against the current laws, then it had to be a political coup of some kind.

Perhaps she sided with someone who was defeated, and now she seeks revenge? I am thinking a former lover or mate that was killed at the Sunwell. Or she could be aligned with the Legion. The sudden realization is stunning. I must find more information.

Shattrath is an interesting city. I have been so busy it takes my mind off of Tyrael. But the implications are so vile I will have to warn him. I still hope we can save Aranthil. I find it hard to believe she has him that completely under her control. What is she using to control him? Is it a simple curse or a bond of some kind?

An old orc warlock I met in Orgrimmar sent me to see his mentor, Grokmar Swiftaxe. The orc was ancient, but he told me of a bond that can be forged by a warlock, that is broken by death, but it will be very hard on Aranthil. The shock may actually harm him as well. I hope and pray to the Light he is stronger than that.

The nights are long since I have been alone. Tyrael spoke to me briefly in Silvermoon, but I was distracted by a new member of the Fellowship. I thought I saw some sadness in his one good eye before he turned away. But before I could speak to him he walked away. I pray he realizes I am only trying to give him space to make up his mind.

I will not be one in a harem. He is too easily distracted by others to give me the attention I crave. I am too selfish, I am afraid. It would be better for him to find another who is not so needy. I must be strong enough to let him go, if that is what is best for him. These thoughts cloud my mind and make my nightmares worse.

Dawn comes with maybe one hour of rest the whole night. Light! How I miss him!

Tyrael

Glory in death.

An old adage I have used for a long time now. It is fitting, death is the end and for a warrior you must have a glorious death. How I have been seeking that goal of a glorious death, earning the respect and recognition of my peers and elders. Yet it is all a childish game, there are more important things out there than glory and death. The Fellowship so far has been successful, we have brought together so many from different walks of life and yet here we all are together and united in the common cause of the Fellowship. I wonder how far these bonds will take us and how deep the run, I know for me they run deep for I have almost given my life for the Fellowship on several occassions.

Wyndd, the woman drives me insane! Yet at the same time she is the only woman among those of the Fellowship that is both intelligent and strong. When she goes out into the field I do not worry about her safety for it is not an issue, yet with so many others I worry that they will fall. She drives me forward, pushes me to be better knowing I can. Yet it is so different than how Mia treats me.

Mia... Another strong woman of the Fellowship yet of an entirely different character than Wyndd. What am I to do? Yet it is as if my decision is made for me by Mia's anger at me for asking for time. She demands my attention at all hours of the day when I have the Fellowship to lead and things to do! It is infuriating, Wyndd at least understands I have work to do.

*Two rough sketches cover the next two pages one is of Wyndd and the other is of Mia showing exaclty how they look to Tyrael*

Decisions decisions... What am I to do...

Varus

Sergeant! They made me a sergeant in the Crusade! How exciting! I am on my way to great things! It is an excellent thing to know that I am not alone in my hatred for the Scourge. I sometimes wonder what the Fellowship is up to, especially my wife Wyndd but then I push those thoughts from my mind afraid of what the answer might actually be. I care for Wyndd deeply... But... I do not know if her dream is what is right for me any longer.

What should I do?

The leather cover is black, it appears to have been intentionally dyed, for the inside cover is still a dull white. The wear and tear of its owner's lifestyle has left its mark on the thick book. Pieces of paper and other small mementos peep out of the pages, and a piece of soap on a rope hangs from the binding as a bookmark.

Kel'tira Sunblaze

Nic and I met in the cathedral of what was once Gilneas City the other day. We both agreed it would be a breathtaking place to hold the wedding ceremony. We also spoke about his name. And mine.

He will take the name of the Sunblaze house, and become one of us.

I spoke with my mother and father yesterday, they... Light... I left them after Alaria died... My brother is dead, also, now.

Quin'tel... I am so sorry...

If only I had known...

Damn it all. His death was an accident. It should not have happened. He should still be alive. I should not be forced to step into the roll of inheritance. But he is gone, Light guard him, and I will become the head of the Sunblaze house once Mother and Father are gone...

(A sketch of a tall, athletic elf with black hair and a wide smile)

At least Mother has come to understand my plight better. She has not demanded to meet Nic, in truth, I do not think she will live all that much longer... She sits in bed and stares at the walls, the healers can do nothing for her, and I am afraid for her. My own pleas to the Light did nothing. Doctors whisper of addiction, and the consequences of the siphoning she has done over her life. Father is devastated, but he cannot leave her side. They grow old... Somehow that sets the claws of fear in my heart.

Father was always the strong one in the family. Before everything happened... He was a model for me. He still is, I suppose. It was hard for me to see him looking so old. Frail. His worry for Mother is killing him slowly.

On the other hand, neither of them feel the need to meet Nic, as Mother cannot leave her bed, and Father will not leave her side. Nic and I will be wed with my family's blessing. Nic will become a Sunblaze, my house will endure, and I will have my love.

Sunday... Tomorrow... We need to write out our vows...

Light... I cannot stop worrying about my family... Sooner rather than later, I will become the lady of the house, with Nic at my side. I take solace in the fact that I will not be alone.

But I had never thought I would be lady of the house... I always thought Alaria would be. After she died, Quin was next in line... And now me... Youngest daughter.

So much of my family is dead... or missing. I have not seen my cousin in years, who knows where she is. Mother and Father are dying slowly. All I have left is myself... And Nic... Nic. Then there is the rest of my house... Cousins, uncles, aunts, my nieces and nephews... What do they think of my return to my house?

I will not be alone.

Journal of Karamia Dawnstrike

Today I made contact with Tyrael. I do not know how to get through to him. Sometimes he is sweet and open, most times he is so distracted. I sometimes wonder what it is, if he has another who is trying to entice him, maybe I should step aside. It will be hard, but I do not want to stand in his way. Sometimes loving someone, you have to be willing to let go.

(wetness mars the page and is blotted off)

On my hunt for Viragona, she is elusive, going back and forth between Silvermoon and Shattrath. Who is it in Silvermoon that is protecting her? Could it be some high ranking member of a noble House? I am afraid for the junior members of our Fellowship, they could be targets.

We have many newer members of our Fellowship, I must make time for them to ease Tyrael's burden. Anything I can do to help him I will do, even if it is to stay cool and just work in the Fellowship to smooth things over and give him time to make his decisions. If he needs me he is going to have to let me know. I must not pressure him. It only seems to drive him further from me.

Dam...why does love have to hurt so much?

Day 22, Month of Renewal

This is a fantasy come true! I am in the Outlands and the demons are everywhere! Such power and glory await me here. My destiny to tame one of these for my own drives me to this place. I am moved nearly to tears at the beauty of the night sky.

And yet I am pursued, that wretched paladin is still closing in. I should have ended her sooner and fed her soul to my minions. Why can't she pursue that fool Tyrael and leave me be? He is so clueless. He has a passionate elf who wants him and he goes for crazy instead. How I wish I could let her know how much time he spends where he should not. Perhaps she would be angry and turn her thoughts elsewhere if she knew?

I will send an anonymous letter to her, I will plant the seeds of doubt and distract her from my trail. My tiny imp will take the letter to where she lives and make sure she receives it. I wish I could see her face when she realizes she is not the only one who has his attention! Her temper will flare and she will call him out on it, perhaps he will feel her passion through her anger.

Plain, yet sleek black leather binds these pages marked in simple ink together, and no engravings to show it as anything but an average tome are to be seen. The only notable difference would be the bookmark, a silver thread with an ornate pendant lies between the pages to mark where the writer last stopped.

For who I was, I should mourn.. Consider this an insult. For what I was.. I embrace the power that comes with such a fate.

And the chance at redemption along with it.

It has gotten louder.

Though it often sits in silence, there are instances it speaks.. Whispers in my mind that are easy enough to ignore, but why does it speak it all? am I haunted by someone else's ghost?

Sometimes, it screams.. Brings with it a pain that actually hurts, for it assaults my mind, not my body.. My soul, not the flesh. I must end it, but how? Silence this voice in my head, for it only tries it's hardest when you are near, when you.. Excite it.

As of now, with what secrets you have told me, it is as if this voice wants to be heard by your ears.. It is very much my own, though completely different at the same time. It sounds like me, but it isn't, or is it? Sometimes, I speak it's words in hopes it will shut it's damned self up and leave me be..

It is confusing.

Just as you are, but I'm starting to understand more with each passing moment you grace me with your presence. How odd it is, that I enjoy your company so.. Someone such as myself, a rider of death, plague-bringer, scourge-born, getting such a feeling out of something other than death itself, the suffering I am so addicted to.. It too is confusing.

I have been used, and I know this.. But this too, that game we play.. I enjoy it. Something else I never thought I'd experience with this second existence.. Something that you have shown me as well, other than acceptance.

And for this, I can look passed the obvious wrong in our situation, how you used me for your own tests, for this brings me one step closer to feeling alive, which I thought nearly impossible.

On a side note, the Light bites at my flesh and mind less and less with each passing day, it has become far more tolerable, and I can see passed what uneasiness remains to accept the benefit it offers..

So much exposure, I swear my senses have become more alert, if only a little.. The change is small, unsubstantial to most, but for someone who thought it lost, I am excited at how much further I can come because of it. I no longer have to strain so much to feel my weapon in my hand, and even now..

I can smell the smoke from the brazier before me, faintly.. But far more than I have since I was first reborn.

A new tome, this one black leather bound and sealed with silver gilded pages. There is no trace of the owner's name and each word is written in scarlet ink.

I am not who I say I am. I am not who you think I am. Sometimes, I'm not even certain what I will become, but I will not perish in vain.

I'm growing weary, my thoughts aren't always my own.

I experiment day in and day out on this undead husk of a male and find that I manipulate my own mind in return. I find that there are pleasures in life that I enjoy, the simplest of ones from enjoying company to enjoying a giant bird's leg after having forgotten to eat for a long while.

My paranoia and fear leaves me each day that I push myself, though I nearly threw up the night prior due to sharing so much information with him. Or, perhaps it was for the fact that I spoke of my own illness so openly and left myself vulnerable to someone else for a change.

It couldn't be helped. This entire situation couldn't be helped.

Let's be honest... When someone feels as if their life is going to end, they will do many things out of character. I did one of these things. I lured someone into my private life to experience this sense of 'companionship' for the first time. Because in roughly eight more months, my entire life will be shredded to pieces... No. Even before that. The moment I have to adjust my armor to fit, it will be over...

I suspect my ideals and plans will not sit well with most people. This Fellowship is predominantly female, it seems. Though there are men in places of power, and they are certainly not to be ignored, I can only imagine the conclusions which will be drawn. Any rational woman would deem my path reckless, heartless, and that I would be better off...

...

Not being a parent.

Even writing that is hard. I shall remain in denial for now.

The males will simply consider me weak.

The assassin - Malt'ar - will find this a prime situation. I am still not certain, but the longer he is silent, the more I realize that I am off of the grid, so to speak. Until I wish to announce my presence, he seems to know nothing. Most of them know nothing.

I suppose the last of my tantrum is fading. I have to adapt and move on.

Nature is with me. The Light is with me.

Malathir is with me...

Perhaps I may even be able to trust in the Fellowship. I am still uncertain about them.

For now, I reserve judgement on my next acts. I continue to watch and wait.

But at least I have realized... I am not alone.

~An'giel

Varus

Demons.

They are all I can think of right now as I stand with others of the Argent Crusade in defense of the Stair of Destiny. I sometimes wonder what would happen if I had stayed where I was, with Wyndd that is, following her lead letting her lead me. But then I remember all the terrible things I had to do under her command and I shudder with disgust, how could I have ever let her talk me into killing Traly! I don't know but that man is now gone, replaced now by who I have become.

The Argent Crusade is my home as is the Fellowship, I should probably check in with them, and get a new Guildstone. Damn these demons for breaking it...

Tyrael

Women will be the death of me, I swear to that simple fact. How can they all be so insane? Well I take that back, not all are insane there are some who are quite calm and collected. Bailey, Wyndd and Kel'tira when the mood strikes her are all quite collected women but Karamia is not! Damn that woman for being so crazy! I did the only thing I could, I care deeply about Mia but the way she acts around me I cannot deal with that. What was it that she wanted from me? My full attentions at all time? I could not give that! I am the leader of this Fellowship not to mention a soldier of the Horde! I have duties to attend to that require my attentions as well!

Damn women in general, just damn them...

Dalen

This is written as a total recounting of events from a week ago

Booty Bay, how Dalen hated the place but what else could he do? He needed an ace in the hole when it came to dealing with this Death Knight and there was only one man he knew that could do that. As Dalen walked into the small tavern every head turned to look at him and there were a few chuckles as they turned to look at the human who sat at the bar. "Dalen Firehawk, what the hell brings you to this place?" The human asked in a rough and low voice. It was the voice of a man who had lost everything and was still surviving, it gave Dalen chills to know that if Ashok wanted to, Dalen would be nothing but a corpse right now.

"I have a favor to ask..." Dalen said quietly, his musical voice sounding exactly opposite of what Ashok's sounded like. At this point Ashok turned around and look at Dalen with his cold coal black eyes, as if he was figuring out all the possible ways to kill Dalen. Dalen for his part stood rigid his hands reaching for his scimitars but only slightly, which forced a smile from Ashok.

"You come into this neutral city looking for me, a wanted war criminal for a favor? Praytell why I should give you said favor?" Ashok asked, standing up and reaching over to grab his massive two-handed sword, Ragnarok, which he started leaning on slightly. But Dalen knew better than to think that was a relaxed pose, Ashok was a warrior, he was born to fight and even in this pose Dalen would be at the disadvantage. "Because we were once friends and it deals with a Death Knight, that I'd like to see dead." Dalen said simply, choosing to be straight with Ashok and hope he could intrigue the warrior into fighting Tai.

Ashok tilted his head for a moment before he sighed and sat back down beckoning for Dalen to come forward. "Details please then leave. I'll do this one favor for you but remember something Firehawk, I am no longer the man I once was." Ashok said stiffly as he took another drink of bourbon and waited for Dalen to give him details.

"The Death Knight is Tai Stronghammer, you will find him in the Plaguelands currently..." Dalen started and the two sat and talk for a few minutes before Dalen left.

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I just hope this all ends well...

Day 1 of the Month of Growth

The stench of the foul and rotting swamps in the Blasted Lands was like perfume to Vira, her demon she had tamed laid waste to every creature that moved. Aranthil was beside her, he fought and killed as well at her command.

In mid afternoon she had seen them, those blasted paladins and warriors were trying to undo her work. Cursing and muttering foul words, she hid in the Shadows and waited. This was maddening and frustrating. Karamia was so hot tempered she was destroying demons faster than the Master could summon them. There had to be a way to stop her.

Vira waited until she had a clear run at the Portal, taking Aran with her she ran through the demonic energies. Perhaps she could work this from another angle. The demon gates spewed forth more than the Argent Crusaders could possibly handle. Some of them were so glorious Vira could hardly contain her excitement.

But the Stair of Destiny was too crowded with Aliance and Horde working together. She needed a smaller gate. One she could control, and summon demons to her as she needed them. In all of the fighting on the Stairs she noticed none were warlocks. Perhaps the Argents felt the temptation was too great for them.

Passing the fighting she noticed one of the Fellowship fighting with them. She was gone before he noticed her. The thought of anyone seeing her here was not good. She flew to Shattrath to seek more help. There was bound to be a hidden conclave of warlocks here, in the ruins of Draenor. Aran flew beside her and her demon as well. What a sight it must have been if any of the Light based fighters would have actually been paying attention.

Journal of Karamia Dawnstrike.

Hope has fled me, I see my mistake and I must swallow my pride. No matter how hard I try I only seem to drive Tyrael from me. It is obvious to me now he does not have what I need. He is about as warm and passionate as a death knight. What it is I thought I saw in him has disappeared.

His determination and strength serve the Fellowship, and for that I am grateful. I will serve it as well in my own way. I cannot hate him, but the fading of passion will take time. I will stay in Outland until I have finished my task. Perhaps one day he will find the one he needs, I am certain now it is not me.

As I spoke with Vindicators in Shattrath I became aware of the hushed tones of a group of Scyers. One of them approached me and asked for aid. It seems there is a Sindorei warlock who is gathering others of her kind, they meet somewhere in Nagrand. I promised to check it out. Is this the lead I have been searching for? The elusive one is gathering forces, but for what purpose? It cannot be good. It is far to dangerous to do this alone. I need help, but all of the Fellowship are so busy with their own problems I must seek outside aid.

I need scouts, and perhaps a demon hunter. I had dealings with one in the Blasted Lands. For a Kaldorei he was surprisingly efficient. Though I had to kill him in the end as the demon possessed him as they fought. I need someone stronger, stealthier. It is too bad that Hichamore is so devious, I do not trust him. I will see if anyone is available in the World's End Tavern. A fitting name for a bar in this place.

Sitting on a strange beach, near an even stranger event, Tyrael has come to me.

More scribbles, and a drawing of Wynd and Tyrael together on the left side of the parchment.

She stops to think for a bit. Wondering why she has taken such a likeness to him, but shaking her own head. She must find a way to tell Varus, a simple letter seems too harsh, but the damn man has taken up with the Argent Crusade. She can barely find his were abouts let alone himself. A letter will simply have to do, for all his claim that he wanted this child. Tyrael had taken his leave, par for the course with him. He was always having to run off, duties and all. So I'm taking a walk, Back to that fellow up on the hill there, a nice soldier, beautiful view. The water fall and all. Diplomatic chats are necessary with those so far stationed out here. The Tainted Forest can be beautiful if you look at it right!

When I am Queen of Silvermoon, I will make sure all our soldiers are rotated montly, after speaking with that poor soul he's been out here so long. I can see how no one has been looking out for these soldiers. Sitting here now, he's taken his leave and left me on the cliff to look down at the waterfall. How I wish Tyrael was here with me. How beautiful!

I must add that my dear Cousin, Lock, is being a pain. Tyrael and I will have to speak of her, I think removing her from the Fellowship might be necessary!

A book encased in Kodo leather with the title "Huklo Flamingspirit's Journal"

I am writing this journal now, to those who may be reading it. This is to keep track of my travels. You are reading this in the event that I may have dropped, or gave it to you, or maybe if you found it on my corpse.

I am Huklo Flamingspirit. A Tauren Sunwalker who has lived in Camp Narache for most of my life. Three years ago, my brother, a Tauren warrior, had died to a gruesome quilboar, Squealer Thornmantle. He had set off on his journey, as well. And now, so have I. But how far? I do not know. For now, I intend to only slay the murderer of my brother, but I cannot guarantee I shall stay in my home for long. The sense of adventure is strong in my heart, given by An'she(The sun), and the Earthmother. This, is my tale.

It was earlier this morning, that I had realized it was this day, three years ago, that my brother was slain. It was this morning, that I prepared my leather armor, and my weapons for a journey across the Mesas of Mulgore.

It was the afternoon on this fateful day, that I decided, that I was going to slay the bastard who killed my brother. I kissed my wife, who was going to give birth to our first children in a matter of weeks. I wished her goodbye. I told her that I loved her, and that I may not see her again.

I write this next to a tree outside the camp, ready to take off and give birth to my new adventure.

End of entry #1

A book encased in Kodo leather with the title "Huklo Flamingspirit's Journal"

I have made a decision. Here, I am, in Orgrimmar. In Orgrimmar for the first time, infact. Let me tell whoever is reading this, my tale.

I was successful in my attack against the Quilboars, teaming up with a Shu'halo (Tauren, for those reading my journal, who may not know our native name) gypsy with druidic powers. Together, we put a blunt blow into the Quilboar forces, and demolished Squealer Thornmantle. Whether he will be revived or not, I do not know.

I returned home to Camp Narache. Adventure pumped in my heart. A furious cry of exploration in my blood. It was that minute, that I had made a decision. I was to explore and help the rest of Mulgore. I told my wife, and so I was off. I helped around my birthplace, Bloodhoof Village, against the Gnolls, and the Venture Co. . I helped with The Hunt, and I also slew Kodo for food. It coursed through my veins. Adventure. (Continued)

I stopped Harpies and once again slayed Quilboars. I fought Grimtotem. And that was when I made the most critical decision I have ever made. I left Mulgore, to experience Azeroth. I am in Orgrimmar now.

End of entry #2

New entry in a plain brown leather journal

I am supposed to be writing in this journal to help me remember although I am not certain if I want to. I have not been writing much. In the months that have passed since I woke up in the hospital bed, I have not remembered anything—and am I not certain I will. Occasionally I will come across something that seems familiar, but I do not know how or why. It provides me with a curious sense of déjà-vu.

Journaling does, however, help me organize my thoughts, and right now, some organization is needed.

I need to return to Silvermoon soon to follow up with the medic who is trying to help me remember. He seemed resigned at our last meeting that my memory may never come back. Certainly, my mentor in Silvermoon doesn’t seem to care that I can’t remember past the last few months.

While I have spent a great deal of time working for the Horde out of Orgrimmar, I have been doing my best to pick up on the trail of the warlock, Vira, who is holding one member of the Fellowship captive, while I am out. I must admit that my efforts have mostly been futile as every step closer I take—or more appropriately, think I take—is perpetually behind. Some scout I am turning out to be in this endeavor.

Two other members of the Fellowship are also looking, Agrithal with me and Karamia on her own. Mia seems to be doing a much better job at tracking the warlock as she had said over the stone that she saw them, but when asked where, she didn’t reply. I am not certain if she didn’t hear us or couldn’t reply at the time.

I admit that I am puzzled that very few members of this Fellowship seem to be looking for the paladin. I know that there is a lot happening right now and many of the members are wrapped up in their own affairs, there is more than one problem in the guild… but if someone kidnapped and enslaved me, I would certainly want someone to come find me.

Other matters:

I do not like scourge necromancers. My neck still bears the bruises from where one magically strangled me in Andorhal.

I do not like death knights. One sent me to kill the above mentioned necromancer, saying that he would be along shortly to help. Of course, he didn’t show up until I was being strangled and turning purple. If it wasn’t for Agrithal, I would probably be laying in a shallow grave. Of course, when one puts themselves into the hands of someone who craves pain, fear and suffering, you have to accept that someone being strangled to them is probably akin to candy.

And lastly, I have the feeling that I am being groomed for something… I am not certain what yet and there are a number of us that have been singled out. I am not certain what to expect in the next few weeks. Perhaps I am just being paranoid or perhaps it is just the amnesia induced déjà-vu.

I suppose that I will find out soon enough.

(This is unsigned.)

The leather cover is black, it appears to have been intentionally dyed, for the inside cover is still a dull white. The wear and tear of its owner's lifestyle has left its mark on the thick book. Pieces of paper and other small mementos peep out of the pages, and a piece of soap on a rope hangs from the binding as a bookmark.

Kel'tira Sunblaze

Gallywix Pleasure Palace

Nic and I are married!

Mia performed the ceremony in front of all who could attend. Nicias Sunblaze... He is truly mine, just as I am his. As I vowed, I give myself to him, spirit, body, and soul.

On another note, I believe Wyndd may be plotting something semi-treasonous... Is this how mother and father felt with the weight of the future of the Sunblaze house on them? I am afraid... I worry I will do something that will destroy our house.

No... I must not think that way...

Last night...

Last night was the best night of my life. After the wedding and reception, Nic and I left for Azshara, and the Gallywix Pleasure Palace. Poor Nic was drunk... It was entirely adorable in a way. The poor man cannot hold much drink, though.

A small fortune of gold lighter, the honeymoon is by far worth it. Last night...Passionate is a good word. I suppose I should thank Bailey for that.

It was amazing. The night was... Amazing. I am not sure if we actually slept. It was wonderful to lay there with him, savoring being together. And then, with dawn breaking, to be there in bed with him, and realize that nothing and no one can come between us.

Nicias Sunblaze... My husband...

Gallywix Pleasure Palace

Swimming... Light, what can I say? I love the water, and I love Nic. Winterspring was freezing, but beautiful. His words to me upon getting back to Gallywix's were, "I will warm you up."

And that he did...that he did...

A red tome, bound by a single gold piece of rope, rests on a table. A name is written in golden ink upon the front cover, Aseria Sunblade

A new entry has been written in, it's short, but still it's an entry

Sister...oh how I love her so much. She did this usual trick of making me feel better after a long day of hard labor, always make me feel one hundred percent....it's..just a shame I can't really do the same for her illness. It hasn't gotten worse, but it certainly hasn't gotten any better either, but every night and every morning I pray that she does, I just hope it does in time.

In other matters though!

I have yet to meet a single member besides the one who managed to get me in to this 'Fellowship', but then again, I haven't really made the effort, my fault I guess. In any case, I do plan on meeting some of them at one point, I might even challenge one to a small duel if I dared, but I rather get stronger first before any of that sort of things happen, and stronger I grow indeed!.

I also have followed the path of my Older Sister and become an Engineering Apprentice! Sis is helping me out with a few of the nitty gritty details, but I'm doing well!. Hehe, my sisters first impression was "Well.....a Pyro with explosives, if that doesn't make someone crap his or her pants then they are just waaayyy to confident", that made me smile, sometimes she makes it seem like there is nothing wrong with her...but, then, there are moments where she breaks into coughing fits and you realize....she might not survive her illness...because it's very real.

Oh well....all I can do is hope, can I? I mean, I will follow in her foot steps, defiantly I will, and there will not be a soul on this earth that is going to stop me, and if they dare, I say...

Bring it on!

(A deetailed drawing of her older sister, Lia, would be at the bottom of this page along with her own signature.)

Day 5 of the Month of Growth

How delightful to hear the voices of bickering and dissent. My little spy in the Fellowship tells me they are constantly arguing about something. They cannot possibly come together to fight a common enemy, much less bring Glory to the Sindorei. My slave serves me well, he is a comfort I will not soon let free.

The time has come to dissolve this petty Fellowship, one by one. I have one paladin, why not try for another? She is ripe for the fall, her emotions drive her insane with jealousy and then depression. I am certain no one will miss her. The constant dramatics undoubtably drive them all to shut off their communicators. Just as the cold heart of Tyrael shuts off their bickering.

Day 6 of the month of Renewal

The fool fell right into my trap. She fights well and it took seven demons to bring her down. But she is not dead, oh no. I want her alive. I want to see if anyone will search for her. Perhaps I will leave a trail for them to follow. This commstone works well as a means of keeping track of them.

The first one who comes looking for her will find her horse. Crazy animal, it tried to fight the demons as well. The demons had quite a meal, they left nothing but the torn saddle and metal bit. If they find it they may not even know whose horse it was. Let us see if they can figure it out.

((Sorry to interrupt anything if I am at the moment, but this is the forum for that RP iron man challenge, yes? If so, could anyone get in contact with the character I'm posting as about it, on Moon Guard?))

((The OOC thread is after the jump: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/4363778667?page=1 We'd be more than happy to have you join us. We are Horde-side on CC. I'll roll a toon on MG and shoot you a tell, too.))