[N-RP] Evermore Entries

Moonglade / Steamwheedle Cartel / The Sha'tar
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I been on the road from Mudsprocket for a few days now…a friend needed to do some business there. No bandits or animals along the way, but I wish it was.

There be a cemetery in a patch of raised land in the marshes to the east of the main road. I hate cemeteries, so I never went close enough to read who these people were, and there be no towns nearby. But this time, I coulda sworn that when we passed by yesterday, some of the tombs were vandalized. Grave robbers? I dunno, but the old marble slabs were opened, and a few lone graves been overturned. Sick weirdos, but I still gotta chill when we passed by.

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143

– ‘Once more I woke up with a headache and my recollection of last morning utterly blurred. I also found a leaf growing in my beard. Dargon did warn me that a regular mug of entangling rootbeer will do that. By Elune… dryads are dancing in my hair!’

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144

Maradan sits in his camp in Terrokar forest,with Yisel,Dulvarinn’s sister.
He shifts his look towards Rocky,his beloved earth elemental.

“I really hope Dulvarinn will join us,like we spoke of at that market”.

Yisel looks at Maradan,“he is a busy elf,you know,he has stuff to do…”
she sounds unsure.

Rocky makes a dissatisfied noise
“What happened?”

Rocky makes an angry noise
Maradan now speaks in a low voice,so Yisel wont hear him.
“I dont think Dulvarinn cares that I hit on his sister,right? he is just doing his thing…”

Rocky just gives Maradan a blank face
“what? I saw him at that market last time I saw him,he’s fine,no way somthing THAT drastic happened to him while I was gone.”

Maradan sits near a tree,practicing his poetry.

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145

There was a Botany Band lecture and/or excursion last night. I did not go.

The information on the board made me anxious.
Sleeping and/or dreaming potion…

Relinquishing control like that, it scares me. I dared not participate.
From what I understand, for druids, “walking the dreamways” is not unheard of.

For me, I must admit, it sounds like willingly rendering myself completely exposed to potential danger, unable to defend myself in any way.

I must ask, next time I see them, if it was as terrifying as I interpreted it… To be honest, I have my doubts. It is not like them to recklessly seek danger.

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146

I stepped in a murloc den while checkin on the roadside torches outside the village. Maybe a dozen of them. I was scaling them when I thought…does that be cannibalism? Murlocs make tools. They kinda sound like they talk to each other. I still ate them anyway, but I felt bad the whole time.

Maybe I be going soft. They stuck me good with half a broken lance they scavenged. Should I feel bad?

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147

Maradite.

So much mystery and unknown.

It seems, even before Sargeras stabbed it, Silithus was a land of ancient and sinister forces.

Maradan and the Jewelers’ Retreat led an expedition there this evening, revealing some things I did not know about Silithus, but in the end leaving me with just as many questions as I had before - if not more.

On top of it all, independent of Silithus, it seems that the spirit realm is in turmoil.

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148

Maradan gets to histent in Shadowmoon valley,letting out a loud sigh
“there really isnt much here but fel and ash,let alone moonwillow honey. at least there is the apexis field,much to see,much to learn.”

he sits to meditate,where he once was introduced to the Shamanistic arts,humming to himself.

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149

In a Gilnean scout’s journal, on a freshly inked page, there are a couple of tiny smudges caused by small droplets of a translucent liquid.

If asked, the owner of the journal would say it’s drool, but a chemical analysis would find the smudges too salty to be saliva…

Damn. I thought my story was sad, but…

I had heard much about The Botany Band’s gatherings, and their expeditions - all of it good - so my expectations were high.

It was indeed very interesting…

Then I realized … something,
and suddenly the adventure
turned into a gut-wrenching tragedy…

Damn.

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150

– ‘I woke up in the Traveler’s Den in Lorlathil mere hours ago, but do not remember travelling here. I suppose it is my own fault. Fleuris has expressed her concerns and Sylendra has invited me to stay at her cottage for the time being. Once again I must find courage. It is easy to lay the entangling rootbeer aside, but difficult to deal with the clarity that follows. May the Waywatcher guide me.’

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Big commotion in the village yesterday. A heavy rain washed out a few corpses at the graveyard. I said that the problem be the soil in Dustwallow: it be waterlogged. This’s gonna be happenin again with every big rain. So why not cremate instead of mummify?

Nobody would listen. They all be fungus farmers like my fam; simple minds. Just wailing and begging the witch doctor like he could actually fix anything. In another month there’s gonna be another big rain, and the same thing’s gonna happen again.

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There is a recent entry in a Void-touched journal;

What a night!
For a while, there, I actually thought this might be the night that I die…

But then that magnificent paladin chivalrously brought me back from the brink of death - with the Holy Light, no less! It hurt like a firebomb, of course, but as long as it hurts, but it heals, too…

We entered that secret, mysterious, hidden underground tunnel system, and before long, we were attacked by goons that just materialized all around us, without warning.

With the help of the help of the magificent paladin, we fought them down, and ventured into the inner sanctum of evil, where we were faced with the evil masterminds we have been chasing for weeks. They were resilient, but luckily they had a… weak spot.

The heroic paladin turned out to be somewhat old and unbeautiful, but he is human, after all, so he might not be much older than me…

There is a very basic sketch of a shady looking void elf standing next to a classically armed and armored paladin.

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– ‘Dark have been my dreams of late. Yesternight, I was moonstruck from a minor amount of shadow woven into a spell by Uda Dryden. My following rage resulted in tears on her behalf. Poor woman. While I strongly condemn the use of shadow magic there was no way she could have known the true cause of my fury. The shadows granted me clarity. A vision… it whispered her name. I do not understand. I only saw darkness before me.’

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154

I plan to go to Stormwind and be Greeting the New Moon this evening. Not entirely by my own choice… I was… Persuaded, when attending a small, social gathering around a campfire.

As far as I know, the Moonrise has not had Forsaken visitors yet, and I think that is a good thing. I fear that the presence of Forsaken would be very unpleasant and unwelcome for many in the Alliance, both with the painful memories of everything they lost to the Scourge, and more recently, the unforgivable decision made by the former leader of the Forsaken.

Therefore, I wanted to stay away. But I said I would come, so…

I discussed it with John, and he said he would make sure none of my living relatives attend.

In the not unlikely event of my demise at this Moonrise, if this journal finds its way to my (living) family:

I wish you the best of luck with that Marshal business. Light, what a mess!
And John, thank you for everything.
Oh, and please convey to the Hand of the Titans, my gratitude for being accepted by them. Even though I unfortunately have not been able to aid them as much as I want, they gave me the purpose I needed, when I sought them out.

P.S. I have little earthly goods for my heirs to share (and, luckily, not many heirs to do the sharing - rest in peace, Clara…). I assume the bank will keep whatever I have deposited there, and what I carry with me is surely worthless to anyone else. If anything of value is salvaged, though, Paul is my only heir. Sorry, son. I decided it is better to have a dead father, than an undead one.

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155

Yesterday evening, we went on a mission into Suramar.

Merlo was the one who attended the mission briefing, but his ethics or his skill prevented him from actually going to the mission, so he asked me to.

I thoroughly enjoyed that. He has not asked me a favor since before I joined the Illidari, and his discomfort was delightfully obvious.

I did not spend much time in Suramar when… When the Broken Isles were more relevant.

So I was not sure what to expect, but I did assume that the … undesirable … individuals were removed when the Legion loyalists were ousted.

But we met a group of very suspicious Suramar city guards, and they forced us to… They drew first b… They attacked us.

As if that was not bad enough, our contact in the city turned out to be a deceiving opportunist.

I managed to refrain from slapping him. My comrades managed to let him live.

I noticed within the first minute of meeting my companions that we are very different. Hopefully, some day that might work to our advantage.

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Well, obviously, I did not die at the Moonrise. I probably could have, because there were plenty of people there who… did not appreciate my presence. But fortunately, I was unattacked throughout the gathering.

Interestingly, though, it was the humans - and a dwarf - that… least appreciated my presence. The Draenei and Night Elves present were quite polite and seemed openminded, while the dwarf sourly ignored me, and the humans - a man and a woman - questioned my intentions, my sincerity, and my right to exist.

Not anything I have not thought myself, earlier in my current incarnation.

The man seemed completely unimpressed when I explained that - to myself, at least - I “justify” my existence by using my powers to help keep Azeroth safe.

The woman appeared to be with the Argent Dawn (she was wearing their tabard), but she refused to confirm nor deny that.

That sounds like the same woman Lara met at the last Moonrise…

One of the Vulpera I met, later told me that one of the attendees, a paladin, went searching for me after I left.

I surmise it was a good decision to Death Gate out of there (after I was out of sight).

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157

‘I still do not understand. It seems that my mind has been blessed with the clarity that lies within the waters of Winterspring. I do not remember travelling to the Darkmoon Faire with the others, but that matters little. What matters is that someone stole the pressed chromatic lily that Haidene gave me when I was awoken from my hibernation in the Ban’Thallow Barrow Den. I have to get it back!’

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158

I don’t understand the people in my fam’s village. Or even my fam.

So my nephew woke me up from my nap. After he’d climbed outta the trash heap I threw him in, he told me a few hunters ran inta town screaming about ogre zombies. That didn’t piss me off; what pissed me off is that everybody believed them.

I’m writin this and then riding out west. I don’t gotta job now, so I figure I oughtta use my time and prove that there be no fatheaded ogre zombies. Why do my neighbors be so dumb.

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Travellin to the Silvermoon City was a real eye opener. Big buildings, and tall things - spires? - I don’t even really know. Never seen that kinda thing before, but it was pretty to look at. Felt sad though, felt that in my whiskers.
I like the drinks here, too! Plus, I got to meet some more of the Crew I joined. It was nice to meet them. I can’t wait to get to know them better! Gave one of them who seemed sad and hurt my hyena toy Yarrow charmed to give warmth. She seemed like she needed it.

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160

I met some of the Krasha people last night. They seem pretty impressive.
I need to work on my destruction and my demonology, to ensure that the … Krasha finds me useful.

I think someone very wise once said,

“One should always (aim to) be useful.
If you are useful, people will want to have you around.
If you are useful, people will want to keep you alive.
If you are useful, you might even get paid.”

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Well… I was wrong. Those yokels were right.

Ogre zombies.

…the hell, man?

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