Well. That was unexpected.
But then again, The Botany Band’s expeditions always are.
We took Stutter with us, “against my better judgment”. I have heard of his parents, so I stayed with him the whole time. I don’t want an ancient druid & vindicator tag team coming down on me like a carelessly summoned infernal.
Felwood wasn’t as bad as I feared. I think I heard a demon once while we were there, but I never saw any. Just a few slightly aggressive … treeants…? Ents? But Uda kept them at bay.
Frankly, I’m just relieved Stutter didn’t get hurt or worse. I’ll be poised to run if I meet (one of) his parents.
I think Uda got what we came for, but honestly, that plant stuff goes right over my head. Swoosh.
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By the unholy shadows of damnation, I missed the … Blood Brotherhood rendezvous again.
Many Ebon Blade related things keep me occupied much of the time.
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heh,I be Juma,new member of Dem horde,dey not be so trustin death knights.dey not be trustin me tribe. I be not regular troll mon. I be belive in da honor too,even if I favour win. I be sin by bwonsamdi,but I be lookin to fix it. I be seein notice board and it be full mon! I be talkin to Linaria ,she be wit’ hand o da titans,and she said I be to Interview wit’ guild masta,and I be excited but how? who be trustin trolls in horde? I be not too strong,but will get betta.
NB:this is the first time I wrote,so I did it like I speak usually,next times probably be written normally
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This journal page has a few small blood stains and bloody fingerprints on it.
F@€#ing fish guts on a harlot’s string!
I honestly doubt tonight could have gone any worse if we’d actively tried to f@¢# it up; if we’d deliberately tried to hurt ourselves.…Actually, come to think of it, that grand priestess was the only one of us who didn’t suffer painful injuries. No, wait… She did get a bruise on her arm.
And that bloody bandage! Actually, it never got bloody, because I f@€#ing dropped it!
Maybe my bandages are cursed… Perhaps I should get some new ones.
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In a gilded journal, whose cover is adorned by the shape of a naaru radiating Light, there is an entry in the same precise, elegant script that covers the previous pages.
I attended the Greeting of the new Moon tonight, for the first time in months. There were many different faces, both of the Horde and the Alliance. Stutter was the only one I recall meeting previously. He nearly started the next war, invading the personal space of a conventionally hot-headed Illidari. That boy seems almost equal parts innocent and dangerous…
Cherwina’s wise (albeit, this particular evening, perhaps a little dark) words reminded me of my dear Maradina’s warning in her last letter.
“There is severe unease among those who were dead, but are not. Something dark is looming just beyond the horizon. The Lich King is bolstering his ranks. Be ready for calamity; keep your weapons - and allies - close.”
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‘I have spent the night studying in the greenhouse after returning with the band from the Runewood in Stormheim. So far I have read the three vrykul books on herblore brought to Kuhuine a few years ago by adventurers. There are mentions of a vrykul herbalist named Torgus which are quite intriguing. This matter calls for additional investigation.’
I have prepared for running more expedition and spent my time collecting quite a lot of gems, I have relocated to booty bay ,it seems to be filled with many minerals,and located near a boat to kalimdor.
the group wanted to learn of emeralds,the different types,and the uses of it,iam prepared.
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– 'This morning I returned to Dalaran from my search within Stormheim. I have learned that Torgus was killed years ago by adventurers, but the location of the cairn he used to earn the Blessing of Fjarnskaggl still eludes me. Who knows but the vrykul?’
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dear diary,today I died.(thank you soulstone)
after meeting a group of botanists,i managed to get a new clue of a person to solve my problem, i am currently with him,but after what i have been through, i am afraid i cannot reenter society. i joined stutter at the refuge of the lost,I shall undergo a process to become a better person
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This journal entry is written in a highly functional, perhaps even elegant script.
I can’t believe that stupid void elf actually went to the wrong continent…
I mean, I can believe it, because she told me through the telecom, and begged me to go after them. To The Botany Band’s gathering. In Un’Goro, Kalimdor… Not in Sholazar Basin, Northrend.
It was a good thing that I did, too. Oh boy, did this one turn out quite differently than I expected…
Uda cut a plant, and its sap was weird.
Then the sap …came alive, and… tried to eat her?
So she used magic to get away.
I mean, really magic, really away: One moment she was there, struggling with the mysteriously animate sap… The next, she was completely gone.
Then all of a sudden, Megorn showed up, with two abhorrent, winged animal companions, and he shot the sap.From there, it only became weirder.
Megorn said he was guarding the jungle for the Titans, and that he had been affected by the old god(s) - but he is supposedly fine now…
He wanted us to follow him, but most of the people on the expedition didn’t know him (like Dulvarinn and I did - at least somewhat), and they were highly skeptical.
Personally, I would have followed him; as you know very well, dear diary, I am no stranger to danger, and I have dealt with dark forces before (although I will admit, old gods is a big step up from my usual danger level)…
But I also felt responsible for the other people gathered, so I stayed with the group while Megorn ran off.
Eventually the group decided to follow him after all, and somehow we managed to find him again. I guess someone was very good at tracking; I just followed everyone else (except the night elf who rode along on my blanket… Wow. I’m glad I didn’t say that out loud).
There actually was giant Titan Watcher. I mean, this thing was probably 50 feet tall…
It said it was protecting Megorn from the old gods’ influence - for now.
It also said (if I understood it correctly) that it would ‘discard’ Megorn if we did not help it with something. Removing the living sap things, perhaps.
By this time, I was having a little trouble taking in everything…
Then Megorn ran off again, after tellingbus that Uda was back in Dalaran.
At this point, there was a fair amount of confusion, uncertainty, unease, and fear in our group, so we decided to go back to Dalaran.
We didn’t want to leave Megorn behind, but running head first into the unknown seemed very unwise when cold-hearted Titan Watchers, old gods, and mysterious, apparently hostile, living sap was involved.
In Dalaran we found Uda seemingly unharmed, although a bit shaken.
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There’s a market this Saturday, but luckily we have a family thing then, so Krasha can’t make me sell potions.
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I be done…finally. It been months since I heard voices, sleeping or waking. There still be some troubles here in Uldum, but there also be enough volunteers, not like in the beginning. Back then, it was me and a few other foreigners helping out the toll-fears; now there be dozens.
I don’t know them, though. Everybody I started with be dead, or gave up, or returned to their homes if they be from here. We did good work, stopping that Black Empire craziness, but there be nothing left for me here. I gotta meeting with one of those magic people who can open portals…I paid a pretty penny, but tomorrow morning, I’m gonna be on the move again. This place has been good, but I knew it wouldn’t last.
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I been home for a few days now. What do they say…you go back to a place you remember to see how you changed? But the village changed too. Not bigger; just different. My family won’t leave me alone for more than two minutes, so I can’t even sit down and take it all in. So many faces I barely remember be asking me about the world outside Dustwallow, nieces and nephews I never met climbing on me, and I can barely talk to Fon without being interrupted.
They be happy to have me here, but I feel outta place. Maybe I just gotta wait.
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Im worried,trying to run expeditions,recruit member,all for nothing,none show up,except for Yang,my assistant,we shall try again next week,but i lose hope
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– ‘Within the Emerald Dream I was once more blessed with advice from my shan’do. Now I have returned to tend to more mundane chores, although I still sense something sinister lurking beyond the cold sky. What is amiss, my love?’
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The longer I stay at home, the more I realize life moved on. My brother and sister handle the farm, and my other brother and sister handle the animals. I spent some time roughing up bandits, but not much else.
At least I wake up when I feel like it. No more staff sergeant dumping cold water on my head.
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Hello! I am happy to have seen this thread, and I hope you’ll like my little contribution. I am pretty new to this, so go easy on me! 
Another day under the Sky Father, another grain in the sand. These days, it feels as if the time has stopped. I walk on the scorched earth of Durotar on my way to Orgrimmar. Death. Death everywhere. Should it be comforting for me? Or should it make me feel…sadness?
My emotions feel like this desert. All dried up. Yet sometimes…there is a glimpse. A small oasis in the desert, so out of place with the rest of the environment. But it feels nice. It’s a change in the monotonous sameness and emptiness.
Thinking of that, I spot a small pond before me, surrounded by a pitiful patch of grass and some cactuses. Life. Even in place such as this, filled with death, it thrives. Reminds me somewhat of the Plaguelands…
Sigh
My thoughts tend to wander more these days. Is my brain rotting under this sun without me noticing? The heat must be unbearable for the mortals. I shake my head and walk past the pond. There’s no reason to ruin it, to snuff out what little life is left in this place.
Grins
Oh how you’ve changed, Svarog…
I continue walking until I see the mighty gates of Orgrimmar. A welcome sight after all the red and orange of the desert.
Before entering, I look back at the desert behind me. Perhaps this journey wasn’t a waste of time after all. I’ve left the sameness, not only of the desert around me, but perhaps, just perhaps, of the desert inside my own soul. Time shall tell…
I gently pat the Totem on my back and enter the city with a slight smirk. Hopefully the next couple of days would be interesting…
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– ‘Tonight I travelled to the Cenarion Refuge to visit Ysiel. I am not sure why. Perhaps to tell her about the apparitions. As my sister she knows me better than most, but still there is little she can do. Fortunately, Coryth helped with the spirits. I shall return soon for more.’
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There is a recent entry in a journal that smells faintly of fel and demon blood.
Dear bloody diary. I went to a Botany Band expedition lecture last night. It was about tea. Actually, it was surprisingly interesting.
But then tension started to build, and before long, sharp steel was drawn.
After that, I consider it something of a miracle that no one was hurt.
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When Hath arrives at the central fire of the tribe, the old elder is still sitting there. “The cookies were appriciated, Granny.” The old tauren looks up “And how was the visit to Refuge going?” “Oh, Granny, it’s such a lovely place, nice people and it’s so peacefull.” Granny smiles “And how was your new friend doing?” “Stutter? He was still in Stormwind, sniffing. Looking for a lost child.” Granny nods “He sounds like a good boy.” Hath smiles. “He is such a good boy”, she says with motherly pride.
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