‘I have received a letter from Kuhuine Tenderstride regarding a temporal anomaly deep within the Cleft of Shadow in the heart of Orgrimmar. This requires the immediate involvement of the band. Thus, I am now on my way to Dalaran to gather intelligence.’
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I messed up with the salve. I brought it to that thicket and tried applying it to the plant life that was dyin but not dead yet, but then I started feeling drowsy. I stopped for a few minutes and started applying the salve again, and I almost fell over. I visited an herbalist at the bazaar and she said that there be nothing wrong with the stuff, but when I went back to the thicket, I started to fall asleep again. I must be doing it wrong.
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Played this board game with local humans in Ramkahen’s poor district yesterday. They were surprised to hear that I hate the Farraki more than they do. Then they bring up Sul’thraze, the famous greatsword of the Farraki. Those sand humans, they knew a lot about the outside world: the Farraki got Sul’thraze, the Gurubashi got Zin’rokh, and the Amani got Jin’rokh. The Darkspear got…nothing. My people done nothing. At least those humans were polite enough to disagree.
Wasted an hour at a smithy that evening just watching them work. I got no interest in professions, but I hope most Darkspear don’t be like me. I wish we could have nice things.
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‘To stand in front of the Council of Six to report that we are unable to complete our given assignment due to absence and unwillingness was severely embarrassing. It is too easy to direct my disappointment towards botanist Wells for refusing to partake, for in truth it should also be aimed at all the botanists that did not answer the call. I will have to improvise an emergency solution. High Sorceress Aryna is capable, but she cannot hold on her own for weeks without aid. Archmage Modera has informed me that the presence of Chronormu has been observed in Darkshore and thus I shall travel there to seek her out. Time is of the essence.’
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“I’m finally here… Orgrimmar. I was told the scale of the city would amaze me. Maybe it would have on a still day. Today the wind fills the air with dry dust from the cliff tops. A red haze making it difficult to see further than you can reach. I pull my hood down and my mask tight across my face. At least it will make the job easier… Once I find that gem.”
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‘Today I briefly met with Chronormu and Zidormi just outside Lor’danel. Chronormu did not have time to indulge in a longer conversation, but mentioned that High Sorceress Aryna borrowed her Temporal Discombobulator a week ago as a result of a discussion that her and I will have tomorrow. I am ready to declare myself officially discombobulated. What do we want? Time travel. When do we want it? It is irrelevant.’
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My brother’s salve disappeared. I wanted to try and heal those trees again today, but I couldn’t find the stuff. Asked around the Accord barracks until one of the knaves claimed he saw me toss it out in the middle of the night. I got mad and accidentally scared the boy…I know I sleepwalked a few times, but I wouldn’t throw out my brother’s salve. I waited a long time to get it. The knave provably didn’t see straight. I still think it got stolen. And I still be mad.
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‘I secretly met with Chronormu in the Cinderfall Grove at midnight to ask for a favour. As she had already fulfilled my request a full week ago, I enquired as to why our meeting was necessary in the first place. She told me that we are all puppets of time and that she merely is a puppet who can see the strings.’
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'Dear diary, I'm tired of being called a traitor for maintaining a friendship with few blood elves and a tauren. Because we were at war? We were such a friends during Legion invasion! But because a crazy undead freak decides to start a war because she is nuts and whatever? I spoke with several represantives from Kirin Tor to be officialy initiated to their ranks. I may not be a mage, but they might find a place for me to work. Maybe do some research?'
The nexdt pages are filled with ideas, all scratched and rewritten. the last one reads ‘Effects of animal companion to mental health.’
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‘Elune, thank you letting me share a grilled Darkshore Grouper with Taldar aboard the Moonspray. He was my surrogate father in my early years in the Moonglade, and I remember how Ysiel would sometimes ask him about her mother. Like him, she was a captain, but many years ago she died tragically outside the coast of Darkshore while attempting to help with a local murloc problem. Her name was Elura. Taldar rarely spoke about her, but we all felt his grief. He once said that he missed Elura like he missed the sea. I suppose that was why he left the Moonglade when Ysiel and I had come of age to resume the life of a captain. I understand you now – An’da.’
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So now I got this new journal.
We all slept well last night, but in the morning, I saw that my journal had been vandalized with orange crayon. I told the other guys in the tent, and we decided that filing a report would take a lotta work and only waste time. We’re just gonna keep closer eyes on our stuff. There be one detail I didn’t tell any of them before I threw my old journal in the trash, though.
The message read: ALL EYES SHALL BE OPENED. It was written in my own handwriting.
I don’t know what to do.
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‘Before leaving Darkshore, I visited the small glade where Kathrena Winterwisp and I planted the Lifebringer Sapling in wake of the Shattering. I shall never forget her courage as she steered that hippogryph above the Grove of the Ancients to protect the wildlife. She inspired hope. Now the sapling lies withered by blight beneath a vengeful new moon. The cycle of life can be cruel.’
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Many say the War is over.
They are only half true.
A War is over. Now that is the truth. No treaty made by some Whelp will change this.
Many people around the world still fight in one way or another, Whether it is for survival, Land, Trade deals, I could go on.
My own war? Like with many others there is still a loose end.
Sylvanas.
I’ve called in a few favours, and pulled a few strings.
A small space is maked, for a future note.
Lexicus looks up from his journal, looking to a small clearing, everything within it, turned to ash except for a singular charred corpse.
A Dead end for now. A Pity, But one less supporter for the Banshee.
Lexicus grumbles at his fruitless hunt and leaves the scene.
Moments later the breeze gets up, causing the remains to crumble and scatter to the winds.
“Dissapointing.”
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‘Every salutation eventually leads to a valediction. This night I pray for Mairead Greyleaf. May Elune bless you and lead you to the Peak of Serenity. May the voices from the Monastery of Thunder Stride shout a toast in your name, so that I may plant a Rain Poppy in the Moonglade and know that you have fulfilled your destiny. For you had the urge for going. A sister. A priestess. A monk. A botanist.’
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More crumbling plants. I was walking close to that area outside the barracks, off the road, but near a different thicket. One of those spiky desert plants that should feel sharp just broke into pieces when I touched it. There was some local toll-fear walking down the road and laughing…I hassled him a little until I realized that he was reading a news column on a papyrus scroll. Felt real bad afterwards because he wasn’t doin anything wrong. I’m going to the Uldum Accord medic on my day off to get my head checked.
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‘I have travelled forth to meet with young Greta Mosshoof in the northern parts of Ashenvale now known as Felwood. She has become a forceful voice to the world. May the far corners of Azeroth know that Greta speaks for nature itself. Andu-falah-dor!’
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Cherwina, still clad in her Mooncloth Robes, pulls out a new journal and sits down to write it’s first entry.
"Today brings with it the end of the Feast of Winterveil and the first Moonrise of the year. It was small, but appreciated. A new year has brought me to reflect once more on memories of old, both good and bad. The nights as a child I watched across the lake of Oneiros to the strange tree on the island in it’s centre. The anxiety of my first days in the Sisterhood. The fear in my father’s eyes when he told my mother to flee Eldre’thalas and not search for him. The look of shock on Ayluro Nightweaver’s face when he realised his crush could not be swayed by the charms of men. The pride in becoming a member of the Cenarion Circle. So many memories…
This year will bring new ones, of course, and I pray to Elune that they are on the positive side. Maybe though, it is time I sort to resolve some of those old memories."
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‘I travelled to Winterspring to collect icecaps. The snowy hills are as I remember them, but they feel like a place from a different life. My vigilance was momentarily clouded by grief. The yeti attacked from behind. I must find a way out of this cave.’
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For the first time, I heard the voice. I didn’t dream it…I heard it.
Late night, was working foot patrol across the river. We got into the habit of going it alone cause there never be any action out there. I spent a long time walking, almost half the shift, when I heard it. I don’t care what anybody would say…I know what happened. I was awake, I didn’t have a drink in weeks, I got good sleep the night before, I didn’t eat anything funny, I didn’t do nothing to mess with my head. And when I heard it, my ears heard it as clear as the sky on a cloudless day.
I was walking, and the words came: ‘let me open your eyes.’
The sound didn’t come from behind me, or behind the bushes, or anywhere else. It was just…around me. And it was real. Someone spoke to me, and that someone wasn’t present. It used to talk in my dreams, but this time, it talked to me while I was awake.
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Apparently even dead (death knight) bodies reject alcohol if a large enough quantity is consumed. …Perhaps E-ject is more correct.
Miss Lightforged mage seemed quite furious.
I think, if she wasn’t drunk enough that her abilities were somewhat reduced, she would have fireballed me on the spot, tavern be damned…
And that Light-blasted “drinking game”!
I am convinced the others must have cheated somehow. Their knowledge of my inner thoughts was uncanny…
Well, at least I beat that amusingly obnoxious metal dwarf once.
Perhaps it is my own knowledge of my inner thoughts - not to mention my memories from …before - that is lacking…
Damn it. Things were easier when I worked for that evil necro-woman. Simple. No questions. No qualms.
But I do feel better now… More lucid.
Like …things… are coming back to me.
I think working with the other minions of Krasha has been good for me.
Maybe if I keep it up, I might remember something…
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