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Kreindis stepped out of the shimmering oval portal into the freezing cold of Icecrown. There wasn't any Scourge to be seen. "Good... I'm tired of fighting right now..." He begins to walk towards his visible destination. It isnt very close to him, so he quickens his pace. About halfway there, Kreindis hears the snow crunch under feet that arnt his about two feet behind. He swungs around, drawing his sword and shield.

Behind him stands a towering Felguard, covered in large crimson armor with glowing scarlet eyes, and a large silver axe. From behind it walks out a heavily red robed Undead, who was obviously the Warlock controlling the Felguard. He pulls back his hood to reveal his long black hair and empty eyes, and he laughs darkly. "Hello, brother... had you forgotten about me?"

"No."

"Well, either way, I have come to finish what I have started..."

"You will NOT win, Keyadrion!"

"Dont be so sure about that, Kreindis."

Keyadrion commanded his Felguard to attack Kreindis and it charged, knocking him down with its large silver axe. Blood spreaded across the left blade of the Felguard's axe, and Kreindis' armor was torn like paper. He cried out in pain just as his guildstone fell to the ground and turned on. Keyadrion approached the now downed and bleeding Kreindis. He pulled out his dagger over him and aimed the blade down at his heart. "Goodbye, Kreindis... have a terrible trip..."

And with that he dug the blade into Kreindis' chest, slashing his heart out of his chest to be proof to the world he was dead, now. All the while he laughed as the blood of Kreindis wetted his dagger. All the while, his dying breaths were heard over the guildstone to anyone who was listening.

Keyadrion picked up his guildstone and said into it, "Just a little heads up... Kreindis Blazestride is now dead... Want proof? I have it... find me in Silvermoon City..."

And with that he crushed the guildstone, and left Kreindis dead in the snow...

(( 2/2 ))

( Still some hope guys... if I can come back I can be a Death Knight now.... so hope for that. )

From the Journal of Cyaer Sunblaze:

I have let myself fall apart, and now I am paying the price. I went to the training dummies today, and found myself wanting in my skills. I actually found myself panting, and tired after a two hour work out. And no dummies were destroyed.

I laughed at myself, for I knew I was in great shape, but I know I need to work myself out of this depression I am in. Karamia would not approve, and I don't approve. I only wish I had something to do to give me the desire to get back into the game again.

Perhaps a day of picking herbs, and mining a few ores will get me back on my feet. Definitely fatten my purse, that has seen much better days than it is right now.

I have grieved enough. I still live, and life is for the living. A deep breath is taken. And I must move on...

The warrior sat in the tavern, swishing the red liquid of her drink around in its glass. It had been awhile since she had been in Orgrimmar longer than it took to switch zeppelins, let alone be there just to sit and well..be there.

She leaned back in her chair, her fel green eyes surveying the tavern and its boisterous patrons. Annoyance flickered across her face as she wrinkled her nose. She hated the smell of Orgrimmar, the air was filled with sweat and dust mixed in with alcohol in the tavern....

She was alone at the table, and she intended to keep it that way by tossing unfriendly glares at anyone that may be considering sitting down. She hadn't quite figured out why she had chose to come here, and didn't need or want company.

She looked up to the ceiling, eyeing the edge of the upper floor warily, half expecting someone to fall off it at some point in her stay. Closing her eyes she tried to relax...

"Ey! Is dat who I be thinkin' it is? Ly is dat you?" Her eyes flew open as she jumped in her seat, her hands instinctively flying to the weapons at her side. Relief washed over her face, quickly followed by annoyance as she caught who the voice had come from.

A deep sea-foam green troll stood a little ways into the inn, waving wildly at her. Wild red hair fell around his face, sticking up in tufts at the back. A few small raptor teeth and beads were braided randomly into his hair, a larger raptor tooth dangling from his ear. He wore a lazy grin as he caught her gaze, slowly sauntering over to her table.

"What ya be watchin' up dere mon?" He pulled a chair out from the table, pointing up to the second floor of the inn. Grinning wider, he placed his elbows on the table, leaning forward. "Yo, mon, can ya still speak?"

Lyrilia stared at the troll, shock frozen on her face as she got a closer look at him.

"V-Vuzembi?"

The page is completely soaked as if dropped in water. Somehow, most of the ink was bloachy but still legible. The now worn blue journal lay sitting open on the desk, a small candle flame flickering causing light to dance across the page.

My whole world has fallen apart. Again. Allow me to start at the beginning. I have been out of the loop for sometime. I have had little contact with the Fellowship. Why? Training. The completion exams have been set to take place at the end of the month, so I have been studying and training nonstop. Then, the first horrible thing happened. Karamia passed away. I felt terrible I had not been around to offer comfort, but I can see the light at the end of those exams and I want it badly.

Then, after so long, I recived a letter from Kriendis, stating he was to go to Mount Hyjal. I wished to write him back, to tell him to be careful and that I would miss him, but I didn't. I became emgrossed in a very intriguing arcane tome, and did not find the time to write him. I told myself I would as soon as I had a free moment. But now I will never get the chance...

I was sitting at my desk in my room when I heard the whole thing over the guildstone. Keyadrion killed him. He said he had proof. but I didn't seek him out. I didn't want too, Because I believed him. My beloved is gone, and I will never see him again. Nothing else seems to matter to me anymore. I don't care if I pass my exams. I don't care if I am accepted to Dalaran. I don't care about becoming an archmage.

I lost my parents. I lost my brother. And now I lost Kreindis. So what do I have left to live for?

Aseria sat at her desk at her home, a blue flame swirling around her hand, her eyes closed. She felt it...the pain..the sorrow....the hatred...she felt the Fellowship seemed to be slowly falling apart...and so was she.

She pointed her finger at a near by candle, the blue flame that was swirling around her finger flew towards the candle, lighting it at the room in a eerie blue light. In front of her was her journal, the red cover taking on a purple hue in the blue light that emitted off the candle, the gold writing sparkling in it. She opened it to a fresh blank page and reached for her light glowing blue quill...however...she stopped. The Pyromancer leaned back in her chair, staring at the journal...suddenly she heard voices....roaring at her, furious at her, accusing her...

"Witch!...."

"...Murderer!..."

".............Foul scum!...."

".................You should be dead!...."

A single tear rolled down her face before she leaned forward, raising her hands to her face before she began to weep. So many things were wrong, so many things she had done...

Although she had done some good deeds to try gain good favors back with her people, there were still others who rather see her head on a platter than helping them. She wiped her eyes furiously, staring down at her journal. She sighed, raising her right hand, a dagger conjured in her hand. She stared at the blade, the hilt simple, but the blade curved and wicked.

It was this blade she pressed to her throat, feeling the cool steal she created with magic, the sharp blade pricking into the skin of her neck, the slight trickle of blood running down her neck, and under her shirt, another drip going down the blade and dripping onto the page.

Oh....how she could end it all now....how she could save everyone the trouble, how she could just end her suffering, end the accusations, make up for the sins she had committed. Tightening her grip around the knife, she prepared to drag it across her throat and end her own life.

NO!

Her eyes flashed open, the knife falling from her hand and onto the desk, vanishing into nothing the same way it was created. She sat there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what she did or was about to do. She looked down at her journal page, noting the drop of blood. It had been Kel's voice that had stopped her, Kel's voice that prevented her from doing the unthinkable. In a panic, she slammed the journal close, standing up and almost tripping before reaching to the candle to walk towards her bed.

Pulling back the covers, she sat down, placing the candle down on the bedside table and sighed. Laying down and slowly pulling the covers over herself, she stared at the candle for a moment...

She almost killed herself....just like that....she thought of ending her own life. What was she thinking?

Shaking her head, she leaned up and blew out the candle, plunging her into darkness as she fell asleep.

(Spirit of Kreindis)

Kreindis' spirit walked slowly and sadly through the light bluish spirit realm version of Silvermoon City. He had taken to writing in a new 'journal' he could conjure up whenever he wanted, wherever he was in the spirit realm. After a few moments of thought, he summoned it and began to write.

My pain and sorrow continues... I cant talk to anyone, touch anyone, or interact in any ways. I so much wish I could find a way to atleast be visible and speak to someone... if I could I would be able to see Tislina again... she is in much pain as well.

I wish I could comfort her, but I will likely never be able to be with the woman I still so very much love...

From the Journal of Cyaer Sunblaze:

They say the holidays are the hardest times for those who have lost a loved one, and I have found this to be true.

I had promised Karamia a special feast. I was learning to cook, and found so many recipes that would make our special day, well special. And it was all for naught.

I spent the day in memories of a happier time, of a time spent with her close. And I wept. I didn't think I had any more tears to cry for my beloved. I was wrong. The same old ache, the same old thoughts. I miss her so much...

I am thankful having met her, loved her, and known her. I am thankful for my friends of the Fellowship. I am thankful for it all. All of it...the fun, the joy, the pain, and the tears...I am thankful for it all.

Kel'tira Sunblaze

And how do I spend my vacation?

Fending off birds, cats, and children with knives.

Light, I ache, and Sol... what he has become I have hope for. The Light is strong, and it is surprising, after what he has been through.... I cannot help but wonder at it.

Solorin... A paladin.

And then my list of things to do grows steadily. All I want is to forget about it all. The Fellowship wanes like the moons, and I wonder how many of them are still present. I wonder how many of them I can count on...

Sol was the first I had spoken to in a week, and I worry about them all. Mostly, though, I worry about Nic... Nic and Cy...

Are they so different? I have the feeling they are both lost, simply in different ways.

I still wear my wedding band, I still wake up screaming or crying or cursing. I still find myself imagining I see his form. I have not given up my hope, but I think it is... maybe time for me to... move on? Just how long can I live feeling as if my heart is missing? It has changed me... Light it has changed me.

Feeling day in and day out as if torn to pieces by my love for a single man. Such a fickle emotion, love. Where is the wisdom in it? Show me an enemy I can fight, and I will, but this... This is something else entirely. I would rip my heart out of my chest if it would bring him back, I would give anything to hold him one more time, even if it was just to say goodbye...

I hate the not knowing. I hate being blind. I hate feeling like I am lost.

I cannot take a sword to my love for my husband, I cannot give up on him, not now, not yet.

A friend suggested that I should try to move on, she said it is entirely possible that I could find someone else, someone to take my mind off of him and his absence, but I immediately shot the idea down.

But now, and I hate myself for this, but I wonder if she had a point. I wonder if I could do that... and I think not... Not for many men. I cannot give up on Nic...

I cannot. My grief and love and hope for him have made me who I am, and I refuse to let him go.

Come home, love, please.

A new well bound leather journal, embossed with the Rising Sun Fellowship symbol:

The next several pages of the journal are sketches, from memory of several people of the Fellowship that Neryth had met no matter how briefly -

Kel'tira Sunblaze: Neryth captured the strength and beauty of the Sin'dorei woman, but it was in the eyes and the mouth that he truly brought out the woman. The eyes held a darkness, and depth to them that one could see that there were many layers to this person. And the mouth showed there were more frowns than smiles brought to this face. A very good likeness.

Karamia Dawnstrike: There was almost an aura of light about the sketch. He has depicted her smiling and she almost seemed to be looking at you with a warmth and richness that most painting could never seem to reach. Neryth had merely drawn it and it seemed almost lifelike.

Auxilia ?: The woman seemed almost too common to be anyone special. In this sketch, Neryth showed her sitting with her hands in her lap, with a book on a table beside her. Again, it was the eyes that set this one apart. They almost sparkled off the page, there was a life and secret depicted that made one ask, 'what was she thinking about'?

Cyaer Sunblaze: The sketch captured much of the soul of the young rogue. There was a wisdom and sadness around the eyes, and the smile lacked any real warmth to it. The sketch seemed darker than Neryth had intended, but he left it as is, as he felt that he had found something about the man.

Kreindis: The handsome paladin looked happy, perhaps it was the pretty young mage that leaned against his shoulder that made him thus. His armor shined, and the strength of the man could be seen. There was a certain edge to the sketch that one could feel rather than see looking at the sketch. There was a warmth and depthness to his eyes, and the love the mage felt for him could be seen in her eyes.

Jondular: This Death Death showed more life in his eyes than you would think, and his face seemed almost animated, as if he were trying to with hold the smile that tugged at his lips. The darkness that seemed to surround a Death Knight seemed to be missing from this one. There was actually felt a warmth from the knight, than a cold and darkness. Neryth smiled when he finished it.

Azmos: The priest seemed haughty and cold. His face was forced, and Neryth felt he could do nothing more with the sketch. Almost like a potrait you might find in a museum, not much of a humanity to the man, distant...sad really.

The tables were mostly empty, soft morning light filtered into the inn amid the dust and grime of the orc city. A few patrons sat scattered through the inn, silently munching on plates of food, the adventurers and soldiers clad in their armor, weapons shining beside them.

“I see ya haven’t changed much, mon. Ya still got dat temper of yours, don’cha?” He flicked a bug off the table towards Lyrilia, snickering as disgust flashed across her face.

“Neither have you, Vuzembi. You’re just as childish as I remember.” She rolled her eyes, snorting as another troll walked through the door, stopping halfway to the table as he spotted Lyrilia. Looking to Vuzembi, and then back to Lyrilia, he called something out in a language she couldn’t understand. Successfully having caught Vuzembi’s attention, he made a rude gesture before turning and stalking out the door.

“Eh whatevah mon.” He brushed the other troll off turning to face the warrior again. “Don’ worry about him. Dat troll doesn’ like ya elfies. He be thinkin’ I’m wit ya or somethin’” He took a swig of his drink before setting it down onto the table. “He said to me the otha day dat ‘Any troll dat be sleeping wit da elfies ain’t no troll in my eyes, mon. Dey ain’t even a mon.’ He wouldn’t hear it when I tried ta talk wit him.” He shrugged, finishing his drink.

“So, you didn’t even TRY to convince him we aren’t…together?” She crossed her arms, anger flickering in her eyes.

“Dats not true! He is stubborn, just like ya. Den again... I did only try talkin’ ta him once...” A sheepish grin spread across his face as the warrior leaned forward, looking even angrier than before. A smack echoed through the tavern as she promptly slapped him across the face, warranting a few curious glances from the patrons scattered across the nearly empty inn.

“You stupid….”

“’EY! What was dat for? I tried once ya know… he only thought dat I slept wit you, he saw me in da inn last night.” He cut her off, rubbing his face where she had slapped him. “I just remembered somthin’ …Ya remember Taye?” The warrior stiffened at the mention of the name, eyeing him carefully.

“Yes…what about him.”

“Well...ya will be happy to hear, dat I told him ya were in Orgrimmar, and dat he is coming to see ya.” He grinned, puffing out his chest, obviously proud of himself. “Looks like I am ya, what was it he called me? Ya ‘troll in shinin’ armor?’ Ya…Dat. Looks like I’m dat again, reuniting’ da two of ya.”

“You…WHAT? What makes you think that? What makes you think I even WANT to see him? Did you even think to me about it? Do you even THINK?” by now the smile had fallen from the trolls face, the warrior’s yelling having granted surprised looks from the patrons of the inn. Sitting back down in her chair, she slammed her fist against the table. “Damnit.”

“I’m sorry ya know, I don’ know what going on between ya anymore…ya don’ have a new mon do ya?” His eye widened, a smirk creeping across his face. “See? I told ya all da mons would-“

“Shut up Vuzembi.”

(Memories of Kreindis Blazestride)

The spirit of Kreindis Blazestride lay alone somewhere in the middle of Eversong Woods, thinking about his live's happier memories. There were few that came to his mind, but most of them were involving Tislina, as he spent much of his time with her in his life, even though he didn't clearly remember some things, he remembered the basic idea. Here are two of them......

Kreindis blushed nervously as he said the sentence he had promised Kel'Tira he would say sooner rather than later. "Tislina...I...I love you." She blushed heavily. "I...I don't know what to say besides that I may... return those feelings..." Kreindis smiled, "You do?" And she replied, "Yes."

Tislina layed her head on his shoulder, "I know you will." Kreindis wrapped one arm around her as she layed her head on his shoulder. And she sighed contentedly. After a while of them staying so, Tislina spoke after looking at the sun. "Krei, I have to go, and just incase I dont see you again before you leave..." And she kissed him, for the first time.

"I remember how happy I was both of those times..."

From the Journal of Cyaer Sunblaze:

The sky was painted with the golden rays of sunshine as the day began in the heavy woods known as the Jade Forest. The quiet and agile Sin'dorei moved from one section to another, picking several herbs from one place, or picking the stone for elusive ghost iron ore at another. Always moving, always searching. And instead of engaging the local fauna, he would slip into the shadows, passing close enough to stroke the soft fur of the big cats, or tickle the ribs of the large mountain apes. Always moving, always searching.

The young rogue stretched and yawned as he sat down before the small table, a large book open before him, quill and ink nearby. He rubbed his eyes, and gently picked up the quill, and dipped it into the ink...

My day started early as I went about gathering herbs and ore for the Auction House in Ogrimmar. I hesitate to return to that smelly city of the orcs, where the stink and stench assaults my nose, and causes my stomach to roll near everytime I enter its walls. One of those necessary evils in life, and I detest this one. Perhaps tomorrow, for I need to bathe and rest, and I cannot bring myself to go there right at this moment.

My thoughts have been drawn to Kel'tira recently. Having talked to her a while ago, I care about her, and worry for her. Not that I bother telling her that any more, as she would only shake her head at me. It had been good to see her, even though she seemed pale, and far too thin for her own good. A part of me wants to reach out and hold her close, to whisper that she is loved and deserving of love...that I love her.

But...I cannot. She is married to Nicias, and I have already caused her and her marriage harm. She loves him, and her devotion to him is something I can respect and admire about her.

So I keep it within this love I have for her. Hidden, a secret that is not a secret. So I talk of other things, such as supporting her waiting for her husband, knowing if I was in his place I could never leave her for nearly as long as he does. Does he not know what he has? Does he not care?

I know what he has, and I wish she were mine. I care, too much?

I'm tired, my writing is getting erratic, so I leave this for later...Kel is worth so much to me...and I cannot tell her. I cannot wear my heart on my sleeve this time. I cannot...

From the pages of Azmos' journal:

My journeys have taken me from Hyjal to Deepholm, to the Twilight Highlands. My skills have grown, and my healing is better than ever before. Not that the Fellowship has any use for them.

My skills as an alchemist have grown in leaps and bounds also. I create potions that I had only dreamed about when I began this long road. I do it for the Fellowship...or do I do it for myself?

It has been a long time since I have talked with anyone from the Fellowship. I wonder if they even know I exist anymore. And do I really care? I grow in the light and skills...is that enough for me?

I have entered a new phase in my life as I set foot on a new continent, this pandaman land called Pandaria. It is ripe for the Horde to take and control. The resources it contains will aid our conquest of the Alliance.

I do not think much of the petty beliefs of these pandamen. The land grows with spirits because of our emotions, our hatred? Really. How pitiful. The Horde will ransack this land, and I will aid them in it. And grow in skills as I learn more about the plants and such.

Fools.

“Calm down mon! It’s not dat bad...Is it?”

“Shut up Vuzembi! And yes, yes it is that bad!” The warrior paced back and forth in front of the troll, casting nervous glances to the large front wall of the city behind her, and annoyed ones to the troll in front of her. Dust clung to her once shiny plate armor, and stuck in her hair, her weapons leaned against a dusty rock behind the troll, purposely out of her reach.

“What? All ya gotta do is tell him dat ya got anotha mon already! Simple.” A light layer of dust coated the troll’s vibrant red hair, and stuck to the soft layer of sea-foam green fuzz covering his skin. His own weapon rested next to the warrior’s and he was dressed in a long, brightly decorated leather kilt, his chest bare and arms covered in leather bands strung with bright beads, feathers, and teeth.

“ALL I HAVE TO DO? Do you even know what’s been going on since I last saw you? Do you think that just because you saved me once, when I was very drunk might I add, just because I talked to you for a day or two, that you got Taye and I together or something, just because of all that, do you think you KNOW ME? Is that it?” She took a few steps toward the troll, the sheepish grin quickly falling from the shaman’s face. “Well I can tell you one thing, Troll. You don’t. You and I are NOT friends. You helped me when I was drunk, great. You helped me talk to Taye, great. But then you had to go and screw EVERYTHING up so badly that I didn’t see either of you for I don’t know how long!”

“Ly….I didn-“

“No. No you didn’t think, no you didn’t know, no you can’t fix this. I don’t want to see him, I don’t want to talk to him, but now, thanks to some stupid troll who can’t do anything right and that I shouldn’t even be talking to, I have to.”

“Don’t ya be insulting me ya mana-addicted, weak minded, selfish little elf.” The troll spat, taking a few steps forward. “Ya obviously have a problem, but you’re too weak ta fix it yaself. Dere’s nothin’ I can do for ya even if I wanted to.” He shrugged, grabbing his staff from the rocks behind him. “Sorry.”

“I’m NOT weak.” The shock that had spread across her face at his words swiftly twisted into anger.

“Is dat so? Prove it den.” He grinned pausing in his steps and, causing the elf to roll her eyes.

“Give me my weapons then.” She uncrossed her arms, making a gesture to the two swords leaning on the rock next to him.

“Dat’s not da kind of strength I be talkin’ about. I bet ya got plenty of dat kind, but ya be chicken when it comes ta talkin’.” He took a few steps back to stand in front of her weapons, the metal of the two blades gleaming in the hot sun.

“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t have time for this! It’s hot out here and I need to think of a way to get out of this damn city without Taye seeing me.” She turned to face the city, starting to pace nervously in front of it again.

“Eh….what I be talkin’ about is how ya don’t talk ta anyone about anythin’. Maybe you’re not weak, but ya be scared of talkin’ ta people, except ya family. Ya can’t just do dat, ya need to take some time ta think, instead of rushin’ inta tings. Ya don’t use your mind enough, Ly, ya need ta do dat more often.” He pushed the weapons aside, sitting on the rock behind him.

“But, I do ta-“

“Talkin’ ta him doesn’t count. Now, tell Vuzembi what’s been goin’ on, and why ya so scared ta talk wit Taye.”

“I hate you.”

From the Journal of Cyaer Sunblaze:

My day began mid-afternoon, with me sitting up groggily in my warm comfortable bed. I had been awakened by Kiki, the innkeeper in Honeydew Village, she said I was moaning and tossing and turning something fierce, and she feared for me. I thanked her, and accepted the Roasted Barley Tea she offered me. She watched me warily as I sipped the hot brewed tea, and slowly became more aware of my world around me.

After my cup of tea I dressed and made my way to Halfhill Market, and my little farm a stone's throw distance away from it. My tender scallions were ready for harvest, and I was pretty proud of them. I later learned they were kind of puny, but still acceptable. It was my first crop, and I hope I do better next time.

It's was raining outside, and I sat just inside the small shed next to the plot of land I call a farm. I had a pot of barley tea brewing, and I sat and gazed out at the storm that swept across the fields. I could relate to it. And I closed my eyes, seeking to find my center, and bring balance back to my soul. The rain freshened breeze felt good upon my face, and my tea pot screamed at me to come drink.

I drank, the tea soothed me, and I reflected on my day. And I prayed for Nicias' safe return. I walked to the flight master in Halfhill Market, and made my way back to Honeydew Village. And for the scare I gave Kiki, I offered her a few bunches of scallions as compensation. She was delighted with them, and gave me a gentle hug.

I slipped into bed with many things on my mind. Kel'tira was foremost in my thoughts...

From the pages of Azmos' journal:

Of all the idiotic things to have running around this god-forsaken island, monkeys that talk. They are every where, and I think I stepped in some of their damn poo, too. I hope the Horde eliminates every one of these disgusting things.

I am trying to complete some of the tasks set before me. As well as pick some of the more choice herbs around here. But these damnable monkeys are a plague to my movements. I step a foot, then it's fighting two or more of the beasts. I fear they are over-populated, and seek to ruin my chances of ever moving further into this forest.

And they call this tea? They have no tastes in this place. But then it is a bear serving me this weak dirty water...what did I expect? Light, give me strength!

And just a side note: I see that Cyaer of the Fellowship has set up residency here among these animals. He hasn't noticed me, and I think I will continue to keep it that way. Less chances of any conflicts arising between us. Or him asking me for any aid.

I am disillusioned with this guild...the leadership is questionable at best. Thistle heads, and riff-raff is what I can make of it. And constantly under some sort of attack from former guildmates. Hahaha! Now that's interesting...hmmm...

From the Journal of Cyaer Sunblaze:

This morning fared better than yesterday as I stretched and yawned, then thought better of it, and crawled back under the warm blanket.

"Wake up, sleepyhead, time to rise and shine!"

Her voice was cheerful, and I peeked out from under the covers. There stood my wonderful innkeeper Kiki, and she had a pot of hot tea, and something covered by a napkin. As I sat up in the bed I could not help but smile as she brought up a cup of my favorite brewed tea, and a bowl of some sort of porridge. As I tasted it, my eyes opened wide, it was delicious, and I told Kiki that too. She blushed and murmured that it was nothing special just a rice porridge. I didn't realize just how hungry I was until I began eating the hot and sweet mixture.

I felt energized and dressed quickly, and gave Kiki a big hug, and thanked her for the special treatment this morning, I even gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then raced to the flight master to head to Halfhill Market. I heard Kiki say something about silly outlander, and it made me smile.

I was surprised by the way the crops looked this morning...I was becoming a farmer! I harvested the scallions I had planted, and decided to walk over to the market for some new seeds. I chose four different types of vegetables, and was anxious to get them planted. I look forward to harvesting them too. And won't Kiki be surprised when I bring her some fresh produce from my own little garden!

I need to write about her. She has been a good friend ever since I arrived here in Pandaria, and discovered my wife recovering in her inn. It was difficult at first, but with her help, and gentle guidance, I was able to rediscover my love, Karamia and she began to respond in kind. I often spent a long night watching over Mia, and softly chatting with Kiki of my doubts and fears.

That innkeeper kept me going and sane during the dark times when I found Karamia dying in an back alley in Ogrimmar and after Mia's death. She was and is an angel, and I love her for her kindness and generosity.

I have cried into her shoulder more times than I can count, and she has always been gentle and caring. She is more than a friend, and it is because of her, and how her people act that I have chosen to stay here in Pandaria.

When I arrived home, I gave my pretty little innkeeper another bunch of scallions, and watched her blush and murmur a thank you. I had a cup of tea, stripped down for a bath, and relaxed for a while. I told her of my day, and she talked of hers. When I crawled back into my bed, I went to sleep quickly, dreaming of gardens full of large vegetables, and of a blushing Pandaren innkeeper.

Life is good here. I have found a peace within myself, and that is definitely good. I can only hope I can find peace and love with Kel'tira, and show her she is worthy of love. Love, it is a two edged sword sometimes, but without it, life has no spice, no flavor. I would rather have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all. I don't know who said it, but it is so true.

Good night, Kel'tira, wherever you are, light be with you. And if it's is possible bring Nicias back to her safe and sound...she needs him so much.

From the pages of Azmos' journal:

A couple of things I must mention here for posterity sake...

I'm beginning to think that my decision to stay away from the shadows was foolishness. I'm finding the light is weak in taming these idiotic monkeys, and I need something more than what I have. The thought excites me, yet on the other hand, the light has brought me this far...should I abandon it now?

And I am finding myself disgusted with this rogue from the Fellowship, he is weak and I find his public displays of affection with these animals, these Pandarens, offensive. Cyaer hugs them and stoops to kissing them...I can feel the bile in the back of my throat as I watched him this morning. He should be destroyed with these monkeymen. And left to die in the sun...I can not believe a Sin'dorei falling so far as to kiss an animal. What other perversions does he...I don't even want to know.

I'm going to Orgrimmar, at least I can get decent food and drink there. And I have a few things to trade and sell. And maybe get the stench of the pandaman isle off my clothes. Yuck.

“Stop ya pacin’ mon, ya gonna wear a hole into da ground!” The blood elf tossed him a withering glare, but sopped pacing and sank into one of the rickety wooden chairs, a soft tiger pelt draped across it. The hut was small, but comfortable, with various bit of mismatched wooden tables and chairs, animal pelts draped across the seats. Strings of beads and teeth hung from the entrance, creating a vibrant curtain of some sorts and adding colour to the bland wooden hut. Tiki masks decorated with vibrant feathers hung on the walls, as well as a few bright paintings. Everything seemed to have some form of beads, teeth, or feathers hanging off of it.

“How long till she gets back? You said she should be back soon…but soon has already passed and I don’t know about you….but I don’t see her.” The blood elf gestured to the empty room, crossing her arms with a sour expression on her face. The troll shifted nervously in his seat, watching the entrance for his sister.

“Ya know….ya be the most impatient elfie I evah met. Ah, here she is mon!” He gestured to the entrance as another troll walked into the hut, the beads clinking together as she walked through. Her skin was bluer than Vuzembi’s, her tusks and ears not nearly as long, but the resemblance was there. Long, vivid red hair hung down her back, most of it standing up in a large mohawk, the rest falling in long braids around her shoulders and back. Like Vuzembi, she had various beads and teeth braided into her hair, along with a few feathers. Her ears were pierced in numerous places, small gold hoops with bead, bones and feathers dangling from them. The bridge of her nose was pierced with three pieces of bone, a gold hoop dangling from the front, a small tooth hanging from it.

“Vuzembi? Dat be you?” The female troll dropped the fish she had been carrying and ran to scoop her brother up in a large hug. She seemed strong, and had been carrying the fish by strings tied to a Shaman’s staff similar to Vuzembi’s. “Ah brotha, it’s been too long since I last saw ya.” She released him taking a step back to look at him. Catching sight of the elf, she spun to face her.

“Ya, uh so we should be doin’ some catchin’ up den, right mon?” He stood to smile sheepishly at his sister, who was currently stare daggers at the elf.

“Vuzembi….who be dat? She betta not be-“

“No Ki…she not be my mate. She’s just a friend mon, don’cha worry. But I be makin’ mistakes again and well-“

“Who is da elfie? How is she ya friend? An….what did ya do dis time Vuzembi?” The troll took a seat across from the blood elf, motioning her brother to sit down.

“Lyrilia Dawnblade. And, he screwed something up, obviously, or I wouldn’t be sitting in a hut full o-“

“Ya rememba dat elfie I rescued from dat orc a while ago? She be dat elfie. Her name be Lyrilia and I need ya help.” He sat back down next to his sister, tossing Lyrilia a warning glare. “Ly, dis be my sistah, Ki’jara.”

“Pleased to meet you.” The elf’s voice dripped with sarcasm, the scowl on her face deepening.

“What do ya need from me?” Ki’jara brushed the elf off turning to face her brother instead.

“Well…is it okay if Ly be stayin’ ‘ere just fo’ da night? Cause I be screwin’ tings up again, she had someone she needs ta avoid until she can be gettin’ on one of dose zeppelins. I need ta be stayin’ ‘ere too though mon.” He grinned at the other troll, watching her expression change as she mulled it over.

“Fine. Ya can have where ya normally be stayin’ mon. Da elfie, she get da back hut, an she not be eatin’ any o my food.” She turned to face the elf jabbing a finger towards her. “I wanna hear no complainin’ and ya best be getting’ to da village befo’ dark so ya can get some food for yaself.” She turned and walked towards the entrance, picking up the fish and stalking out of the hut, tossing a glare to her brother as she left.

“She be mad at me, mon. But at least ya can stay….I got some food ova ‘ere for ya...”

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“WHAT?! VUZEMBI!” Lyrilia stood in front of the back hut, one hand pulling the beaded curtain aside. The hut was uncomfortably small, the walls caked with sand, and floor covered with straw. A single tiger pelt lay on top of the straw, covering most of it. A small dish with water lay in the corner and aside from the pelt, it looked like a holding place for animals. Bits of chicken feed were sprinkled outside the hut, among other things she didn’t want to think about, a few chickens pecking up the small bits of grain.

“What be wrong, mon? The troll hand run from the large hut, a burst of laughter sounding through the thin walls of the larger hut. Female laughter. That damned female troll had given her the chicken hut.

From the Journal of Cyaer Sunblaze:

Brewmother Kiki was waiting by the door of the inn as I came down the road towards her, and I smiled when I saw the smile on her face. My pace picked up as I came closer to the inn, and as I reached her I gave her a great big hug. She giggled and wiggled out of my arms, "Cyaer! Stop it, the villagers will begin to talk!"

"Oh, Kiki, I'm so sorry, I'm in a good mood, and you're just a welcome sight after that flight from Halfhill. And bedsides, you know how I feel about you, so let those villagers talk."

The pretty Pandaren blushed, and smiled, "Yes, I know. But I care about what the villagers think, and I must live here. So be good!" Even saying this, as we entered the inn, away from prying eyes as they say, she gave me a big return hug.

Let me just say, that being hugged by a Pandaren is an experience that everyone should encounter. At least a hug by Brewmother Kiki, she's soft in all the right places, and she smells vaguely of Roasted Barley Tea, and cooked noodles. And I love to feel her soft fur on my cheek, and those arms around me, I never felt so close to being home with a loving mother as I do with her.

As the hug broke, I smiled and reached into my backpack for the surprises I had for her from the farm. A bunch of fresh produce that made her eyes widen, and a bigger smile, as I brought them out. I had several juicycrunch carrots, a moger pumpkin, a few red blossom leaks, and two heads of green cabbage. Her hands clapped with delight as I handed them to her, and she set them all in the apron she wore.

As she began to go to the cooking area, she turned and gently touched my cheek with her hand, "You're a good man, Cyaer, you need to find yourself another wife soon, before I take you as my own." Her eyes twinkled and she laughed at my expression as she turned back to set the vegetables on a counter. My jaw had dropped almost to the floor, and I was totally taken by surprise.

I don't think she ever stopped smiling last night as she served up some soup with the scallions I had given her the other day, and some fresh tea. I can only say that I looked at her in a whole new different way than I had before.

She was messing with me, right? I mean, she doesn't...does she? No! She's messing with me. Silly Pandaren. She is, right?

I slept like a baby last night. I feel so loved and safe here. I really love Pandaria.