Dear Diary, I have found companions. Ones that aren't made of sticks and twigs and leaves and bugs. They are like me, filled with anger and commitment, and they have large holes in them. Yesterday, we killed Yetimus and consumed his corpse. I put Yetimus' Twisted Horn into the hole in me. It fit, but I was unable to think any better than before.

It felt good to have friends. Ones who don't bleed. We have decided to form a association. We require more to make it official however. Where will we find them?

I also found something. There was an abandoned house. In it was a piece of scrap. This scrap stank of murder. My murder. The holes in me burned. There was a symbol on this scrap, a piece of a part of a lion.

I need to know who this scrap belonged to. I asked in the Undercity where to go to find "information". They told me that the goblins of Stranglethorn have a network that could help me. So I will take my rope, my scrap, and my unidentifiable organ, and go there. They will assist me, or I will assist them.

I am getting stronger.

((OOC: forming guild, "Some Reassembly Required". Forsaken focused. RP leanings. Sanity optional. Not good guys. Send message if wish to sign charter.))