Travel Book Entry: 23rd May
Hello, book.
My name is Sothazel. I am a dracthyr of the Obsidian Warders, whatever that counts for now. I’ve been granted this book to record our travels - me and the motley group I have fallen in with.
Recently my weyrnmate Mortharin and I were visiting the Ruby Lifeshrine when we overheard news of a group of travelers in peril. These Wayfinders are an odd bunch of adventurers who were, to my understanding, traveling through the Azure Span when they were attacked by a powerful decay-ridden gnoll and infected with their twisted magics.
Hearing this we volunteered to find them and bring a cure. Two dragons came along - a blue and a black - and an unfamiliar Dark Talon as well. With guidance from those travelers who escaped illness, we are journeying across the Isles to find certain herbs which together may become a cure.
I have been granted temporary leadership of this mission by vote. It is very different from leading trained dracthyr, though there have been few issues so far; Mythidia, the black dragon, did contradict me the other day, but she got enough of a thrashing for her trouble that I feel little need to lecture. The others could perhaps also be more disciplined but they are skilled and have been refreshingly agreeable to each other.
Despite many of us having wings, I’ve kept to the ground - a decision I question daily, as I dislike delaying relief to the sick, but they are not yet in a critical state and I hesitate to fly all together while the fire Incarnate and his disciples patrol the sky. One or two dracthyr might slip by - and indeed the Dark Talon Vidathael, who flies well, has been vital - but I fear for the dragons. I won’t have anyone killed under my command, however informal.
On the last march we were also spotted by a prodigiously enormous proto-dragon; I know not how intelligent it is, but I wouldn’t put it past the creature to give chase if we linger. Our next goal is to return to the Waking Shores, which lie just below the cliffs where we are camped.
I cannot decide how to feel, except that this place is beautiful to behold. I have been struggling to sleep lately. Perhaps I’ll ask Mythidia to tell a story? Though she’s been more forthcoming than many of the black flight, I have still barely scratched the surface of what there is to learn.
Ah, there is much to ponder. I must try to rest.
-Sothazel
Travel Book Entry: 30th May
Hello, book?
Sothazel gave this book to me because I’m apparently supposed to set my things in order. I will admit that I am not the best person at being succinct in my thought processes as my mind travels at a million paces at a time.
We’ve been on the road for a while now, though we would be that anyway. My name is Mortharin and I’m an evoker of the Obsidian Warders together with my weyrnmate, I also have an affinity for bronze chronomancy. Throughout the isles, I have been flying out and sorting chronological anomalies to help out the bronze dragons in a current situation against the infinite. Our estranged dragonflight who seems rampant on the manipulation on our timeline, have been more active in their efforts to make pivotal moments divert from how it’s intended, that’s atleast what I assume as I cannot interview one without fighting them through a slip and slide of historical events.
For the sick people, who are called the Wayfinders, I have found it most interesting how many people come by to help once they’ve heard of their fate. We had a vulpera with us to begin with, then came another, then a warlock named Victor, seems nice, has a weird eye shoulder, and then another Dracthyr called Asdarneth.
We went down with these to try and find a plant called the Wildfire stinger. Its flower had leafs like a sunset, and a red stinger like chili. Inside of the chili are the seeds that are grounded into the potion and it’s said they help cleanse illness by ‘burning’ it out of the patient. We had to find them in djaradin lands, but before we got very far, we ended up in a cave with an old djaradin.
This djaradin had not gone with Igira to help the incarnates and the primalists in their effort to make weapons for Fyrakk, and so the primalists had chained him to the cavern side, so if he tried to pull himself out, the mountain would fall in on his head. In his defeated stat, he threw over some leathers which told four riddles in draconic, which was needed to open a draconic safe.
With the riddles solved between our group, we were able to open the chest and get out of there, but not before Victor banished the djaradin back to his original realm. We had a few discussions about where that would actually be.
Mythidia handed over the plant to us, and then flew off to the Lifeshrine to hand over the chest, as we made our way there on foot. We’ve been here for a bit, and it’s given me some perspective on the reds. I’ve always thought red’s were a bit dismissive and rude, but it’s just because they care about the young of the dragon races so much.
I think I’ll end this here before I continue to ramble in lunacy. We’re on the road again today and I’m eager to return to Thaldraszus.
-Mortharin
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s magic in the air, blissful and rare.
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s a guild that’s formed, and it’s beyond compare What’s this?They call themselves the Wayfinders, a courageous lot
With hearts of heroes, they conquer every plot
They seek the thrill of adventure, unravelling the unknown
In their quest for glory, they never walk aloneOh, what a sight to see The Wayfinders, united and free
They’re bound by friendship, trust, and might
Exploring realms, both day and nightWhat’s this? What’s this?
Their headquarters, a tavern full of lore
What’s this? What’s this?
They share stories, laughter, and so much more What’s this?From haunted dungeons to treacherous caves
They face horrors head-on, unafraid of graves
They piece together mysteries, with minds so keen In this guild of wonders, adventure’s their routineOh, what a sight to see
The Wayfinders, united and free
They’re bound by friendship, trust, and might
Exploring realms, both day and nightSkeletons, wizards, rogues, and knights
All finding solace within these guild halls
With each quest, they push the limits of their might
Their bond growing stronger with every callWhat’s this? What’s this?
A new land to explore, brimming with enigma
What’s this? What’s this?
The Wayfinders set sail, ready for panorama What’s this?With hearts full of wonder and eyes shining bright
They navigate through darkness, guided by starlight
In their alliance guild, where the fun’s never done
The Wayfinders chase excitement, forever on the runOh, what a sight to see
The Wayfinders, united and free
They’re bound by friendship, trust, and might Exploring realms, both day and nightSo gather 'round, adventurers bold and true Join the Wayfinders, let your dreams come into view
Together, they’ll conquer, with courage as their guide
In this guild of wonders, they’ll forever abide!
Travel Book Entry: 14th June.
Dear book,
I see that the last few entries in you have been from the rescue party that saved us from the decay attack that occured during our process of moving the Quietpaw clan. I have a lot of things to summarize, so I’ll take it in little bites.
I was struck down by the Matriarch Rotfang, Quietpaws sister, and she put me out of commission for a few weeks. She took out Solruun, Kuurei and Daera too. I transmitted my disease on to Aurelle who then also struggled. When all four plants came back, I felt power, seep into my body like I’d sipped on living fire. I have no experience like it that I can recall.
Upon regaining my strength, we were soon finding ourselves encroached by our enemy. Deciding to head out before they sprang a trap on us, we tracked them down through a fog of decay, shielded by Kylerane and cleared by Gwylathiel and Kyrzen. Their forces got the upper hand on us to begin with, but we were able to push against them and take them out eventually. I took a figure from her, a token of some kind I’d seen on the Quietpaw, and brought it home.
The next objective on the list was getting to Valdrakken. We have been on the road for a very long time and they need proper beds and ability to mingle among other people then gnolls, sorry Mud. We made our way there through a climb, because for some reason all paths to Thaldraszus have not been designed with those who don’t have wings in mind. We have now spent a few nights in Valdrakken, and I’d say the city of the dragons is favourable to moral.
Our latest expedition took us out into one of the cliffside ravines, where we were supposed to find a little group of rebels hiding out. They were obviously caught, because their use of black dragon earthshaping had given enough of a reading, aswell as an arcane air purifier, we gained access after they were fooled by Daera’s reveal of true identity. Inside, the group comprised of a two four-legged drakonids, black and blue respectfully, then there was a black two legged obsidian guardian, and a white dracthyr.
The ebon drakonids had come from the obsidian citadel and had joined the rebellion because they were disgusted that the two dragon princes of their flight had immedietly started a fight over the crown instead of taking care of those who had protected their home for centuries. Their names were Gro’dash and Malork. The dracthyr was part of the Sundered flame, still deeply rooted in their philosophies. It took Kyrzen to speak with a temporate tongue, and some encouragement, for the dracthyr to finally begin to question their reality, however we don’t know more as the dractyr proceeded to leave soon after. Their name was Gladean.
The blue four-legged drakonid did not reveal their name, but they had been part of the cobalt when the sundered flame attacked. I believe unbeknowst to them, they’d seen Kalecgos heading out to help another part of the Span while fighting, and thought he had abandoned his own soldiers. I think a general tone and explanation will right this wrong.
Eventually, we were able to convince Gro’dash to speak with Valdrakken, after the two heard that neither Wraithion or Sabellian had seemingly taken throne, I can’t speak much more of that as I’m simply not privy to the information.
I’ve returned through some portals to the lands of humans tonight, been writing on a peer for about half an hour and I think it’s time to make my way back to the others, so I’ll end it here book.
Rest easy,
-Cristana Silverthorn.
The Wayfinders have now made our way to Icecrown to experience the world tournament while we await news of a primalist plot!
Travel Book Entry: 11th July
Dear Book,
It has been a tumultuous week, mixed with pleasures and pains. On a hot pursuit after the primalists, we’ve found out they’re looking for artifacts in Northrend. A discussion came up that questions the way I look at the dead. I somewhere understand I might be wrong, but I feel very little remorse to people who seem wholely focused on destruction, have no solid foundation on their beliefs and actions. Perhaps they’re acting out, perhaps they’re dealing with trauma they can’t get rid of in a good way. Perhaps they are lost and can be saved.
Them having left for Northrend now however comes to our advantage. The grand world championship was held in the argent grounds, which serves as a safe place for me to track and collect reports, while making friendly with a larger crowd. I met Hatir, a druid of my kin and many others. I am ever surprised by the surplus of friends that Kyrzen and Maliketh attract, they must be the life of the party.
I joined some of the competitions last minute, bronze in archery, I enjoyed that quite a lot actually. I did not do well at the duel, I slipped, but that’s okay. I enjoyed a lot of good food and drinks, I met Norsha again and we sat watching the jousting. Victor came by the last day, and I filled him in on our pursuit.
A fair few documents about the primalists we’ve seen so far speak to a higher authority within their structure. I’m fairly sure it is not a direct link to their draconic leadership, but the way they mention them the ink is filled with dread.
We’re heading out today book and I’d like to thank the hosts of the tournament for gathering people together like this and making a enjoyable annual tradition.
Special Mentions: Zyretha Snowdawn. Kalthoren Snowdawn, Phaenette Starquill, Zerphan Bladeguard
These are ones I saw and interacted with personally, I forward the sentiment to the rest who helped keep the tournament run smoothly.
It’s about time to get to work, and we’ve got a good troop with us. So I will leave you here with a sweet goodbye Book.
-Cristana Silverthorn
Thank you for hosting the Grand World Tournament, it was lots of fun, now it’s time to weather the northern cold on a hunt.
Date: 21st July.
Location: Dragonblight, Northrend.Events: Cristana summoned Kyrzen, Maliketh and Addy on a mission to investigate ruins in the south-east of Dragonblight. Trap was nearly activated along the way, which caught attention of indigineous race called wolvar. Told party that they would bargain with tuskarr in return for ‘shadows’ being eliminated from nearby ruins. Party journeyed to nearby encampment of elves after hearing tune with Darnassian lyrics. Informed party that the song had been ongoing for a week - since events within the Storm Peaks - and shadows were present in nearby ruins. Party split up into two groups and explored ruins, finding a wisp so degenerated it had lost its shape. Restoring it required relics from its past - a picture of wisp when alive, a bracelet from their mate and a rapier that killed them. Once objects were presented to them, wisp showed party briefly in nearby ruins, then told party that the artifact weapon the Primalists seek cannot be activated without wisp’s name, Elyssia. Wisp moved on to final rest.
Personal notes: Aspects, that was a lot. Elyssia went through… A lot. Goodness knows how long she had to wait for someone to encounter and give her rest. It makes me weirdly philosophical, seeing someone simply… Pass on like that.
Someone at one of the dig sites I work told me, once, that death must be beautiful. For the soft, green grasses to weave in the wind while you lie in the earth; to have no yesterday, no tomorrow; to listen to silence, forgive life and forget regret. It sounds poetic in that regard, truly, but is it so when you’re forced to wander for goodness knows how long?
Elyssia’s free, however. She’s moved on, and tasked us with protecting her lover. For someone that wandered for so long, I’ll do so. I’ll find justice for those that we have lost.
Perhaps it’s fitting that Northrend has so many stories associated to death, given what this continent is like. Hopefully, soon, we can end this story with success, joy and know that those that are gone are proud of us.
Have a good morning, book. Kyrzen.
Travel Book Entry: 30th July
Hello book. I won’t be writing this down in resumé because there is too much to cover, and quite frankly I don’t want to describe it visually because that would mean going through it again.
I was put through what I can only describe as character assassination. When we descended into the cave and found the mirror, I had no real grasp of what the maliciousness the object was capable of. But for one thing or another, I watched my life crumble around me. I was stuck in my worst nightmare, doomed to die again upon the broken shore, I watched as my friends died, it was always only my friends. You know how that feels? To be put in several scenarios in a row, where you are powerless to stop everyone you love, dying horribly?
The worst moment of all of it, is either when my love walked past me to die, because the pain of being able to see the world was so great that it was greater then our love, or greater then the pain it would cause me to see her die. Or it’s putting my best friend down, the one who had killed my love in that visage, not out of urgency or prayer for my own life, but because of cold blooded revenge, revenge for having ripped my heart out of my chest.
It was when I stood on my ship as it burned, my mother by my side, staring into the eyes of my sister that stood robed in flames of the firelands, that I felt a demon within me. A cold heart, a merciless killer. I wager if put through all of this, all that ever was or ever could be of the person that people knew as Cristana would be gone. I have that bite in me.
I have not much more to say, other then that tonight showed me I need to be something greater in order to protect the people I love, to protect the world I cherish. My path is diverging from what it was and I have a goal. For the first time in eight years I have a trail to follow instead of making my own.
These are my bitter little thoughts book.
Have a good day, Cristana Silverthorn.
Last night, the Wayfinders experienced trauma in what I can only classify as a masterclass of an dming experience by our own Kyrzen. Our journey continues in Northrend, now in Borean tundra where we’re on the chase of a primalist sect.
Travel Book Entry: 22nd August
Hello book. We ran into the icy primulists again. Or more like we hunted em down before they could make more trubble. They were hidin out on an iland between the Dragon Isles an Northrend. We have been chasin em all across Northrend while they were tryin to put together some kind o arty-fact but they were always a wee bit a-head so Cris had Maliketh scry on their hidey place an then I flew across the water to look for it.
It went well I think. There were some tusker on the iland that we saved from bein proto-dragon food. No one was very badly hurt but we killed the proto an then found Whitemane who was a tawren an I think he was like the leader. We got him alive but there was another voice chattin from a spooky orb thingy. Maybe there is an even bigger primulist somewhere pullin the strings.
We tried to talk to Whitemane a bit when he got into the Neck-sus. He went on about arcane bein bad an restorin the world how it was in the old days when there was just elementals. I think that’s a load o sh*te because he is small enough that if we got back to that time he would just be eatin by an elemental instead. Besides there’s a lot o folks alive now who have no clew about magic stuff an he would kill em just for bein born with some titen magic in em like it was their folt. I sure neer asked for it but am no gonna lie down an die cause some frosty git thinks I should.
Things are quite for now anyways. Good night book.
-Daera
Travel Book Entry: 3rd September.
Hello book.
We’re on the Wanderlust once more and my heart is filled with determination and happiness. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to be departing to Nordrassil through our teleportation beacon, but the ship is in good hands between Daera, Kyrzen and Aurelle.
There is a lot of uncertainty that rests on my mind. I’m going to be steel tested against the sharpening stone, and I don’t know what Warden Duskblade has in store for me, or how easy it will be to make her come with me on my journeys. Regardless, I’m leaving my home so soon, atleast knowing that it is in good hands for me to return.
I really love it on the Wanderlust. I love the wind in my hair, I love the sound and roll of the waves. I’ve come to adjust to it quickly and I feel like this is a part of me that I’ve been bereft of. I do think it ironic that in my quest to become a captain in my early life as a sentinel, it ended up being as a privateer instead.
I am going to miss everytime I land on soil, it will be nice to know that I’m going from good to good on my journey. Our next mission will be to land in my homeland of Darkshore, Lor’danel. There we will look to help and save the innocent, before making our way through the forests to Ashenvale. I can’t wait.
I have to go over maps with Daera now, see you soon book.
- Cristana Silverthorn.
I’ll be going on vacation till the 12th from tomorrow, any questions, letters or references please be sent to my officer team, Daera, Kyrzen.
Date: 4th and 5th September
Location: At sea
Events: As Wayfinders sailed out toward Kalimdor, Fira noted a ship wreck in the distance. Approached cautiously and activated ship’s barrier for safety - found two bodies in the water with lacerations across stomach. Possible naga or pirate attack. Managed to recover one dwarf still alive, called Thorak Burleybrew. Told present crew that he would deliver recovered goods to Ratchet and inform families of lost loved ones.
Next evening, during rain storm, ship was halted at sea by tentacles from an unseen sea beast after shadow spotted in the water by Xander. Naga joined assault on ship once the barrier was raised, and tried to break it down; naga were repelled and sea beast fled with tentacle. The Wanderlust remains safe and on target to destination: Lor’danel.
Personal notes: I’m still shaking a little as I write this. Some kind of kraken assaulted us. Us! It’s not like we have any treasures or the like on board, no riches of a merchant vessel that’d likely be easier to assault. I suppose the naga must have wished for an easy snack for their pet, and were found wanting when confronted with adventurers that were ready to make a stand against a beast like that.
And the wrecked ship… I can’t help but wonder if the kraken and the naga were the cause of that. All of those pieces, just bobbing in the calm waves… It’s worrying, to think that that could have been the Wanderlust, and those corpses -us-, if we hadn’t fought it off.
We’re stronger than that, though. And in a few days, we’ll have arrived in Kalimdor. I can’t help but feel a little… Unstoppable.
That’s all from me for now though, book. I hope that the next report is a little less chaotic, and all the more hopeful.
-Kyrzen
Travel Book Entry: 20th September.
Dear book,
I have a lot of things to catch you up on. I see the last few entries have been written by Mudsnarl and Kyrzen, I hope you enjoyed your vacation in their safety. I left the Wanderlust through the beacon, appearing at the foot of the Nordrassil crown. I made my way to where a letter from Aurelle’s grandmother’s partner sent me, thank you Starsight.
She’d told me to find a Warden Duskblade. My quest, if you may, were to ask for help or even training by the warden, and try to convince her to come with me on the road. Aurelle suggested making some food, but I didn’t want to give the wrong impression. I tried explaining myself to the best ability on what I had experienced, and needed to her, but on the first day they’d simply stared at me bewildered.
I didn’t give up though, and eventually Duskblade set me about doing small tasks. I’d soon done every chore in the place I was living in. I had guided people to their houses, I’d be cooking meals for the weary, healing the ones still marred by war and listening to their stories. I was smelling like kaldorei barbeque by the end of the night, when Warden Duskblade told me they’d come with me. That was sweetend words to hear, as I was missing my crew.
We came down the mountain quickly and arrived a few days later then the others. The first person I met, was Aurelle, who explained to me that the party had been thrown through a timerift, and were coming down from the battles there. It was soon time for the Ashenvale Autumn activities, and I got to see many old faces that I’d been missing.
The market was nice, and I got some things for Aurelle, I’d been planning something for a while. Kyrzen had once again, collected himself a large quantity of friends, Bastrick, Ryker, Tialay and Relyn to name a few, and they would come along and spend time with us during the week. On the thursday, a warcry was sounded in the city and the inhabitants sadly portrayed the vengeance that fills their heart. I took the ones around me that I could find, and left with them to the beach where we enjoyed a gentle night, listening to the tale of the first sentinel, spoken by a new friend, an ancient of lore.
It was on the saturday that I realized my world view has been slowly warped from what my fellow kin perceives, and I’m truly saddened by the truth that vengeance has closed their hearts off, they have removed themself from the equation, while still pursuing an aggressive mentality. They’re smithing the swords that will cut them down in the future, and it will be the loss of all of us. I have to believe they can save themself before the end.
We left Astranaar to find refugee’s living in Darkshore. With Lintian with us, we crossed the border and tread the soil of my home. It felt nice to be here, even if I could see its scars, I felt its pain mirrored in my own life. Our travels lead us to an abandoned camp, placed within three tree’s perfectly lined up to each other, all roads leading in, and a strange locket found under one of the tree’s. There was nothing else to make out so we left to the north.
In the north we found a second campsite, the campsite we had come to Darkshore in the first place for. Here was a family, and a group of miscellanious kinmen, young and old. They’d settled together with the furbolgs, and we cooked, healed and warmed them with fresh blankets. That’s where we are now, and where I’m leaving you.
It’s good to be home, book.
-Cristana Silverthorn.
Thank you to the hosts of Ashenvale Autumn and those I had the pleasure to enjoy good roleplay with, we’re back to being into the thick of it in our ongoing storylines, with new friends coming along for the ride, it’s always a good time.
Even from the few phrases we exchanged, it became clear to me that I had never before seen such a kindred spirit among the kaldorei. She has walked a similar path to myself, but she is what I’m not and probably can’t be: a leader. It seems my return to Dalaran will have to be delayed; I’ll follow the Wayfinders around and judge their mettle. Astranaar, to my regret, is lost to the old ways, even more so than it was before the war; but there may yet be hope to be found among our young generation.
~ from Lintian’s diary
Travel Book Entry: 2nd October
Dear book,
We’ve been living with a camp of furbolg and elven settlers for about two weeks now. In the beginning of last week, the winds began to howl and shadows began to creep its way across the forest’s. We were assisted by Archmage Zyretha and her apprentice Auxélie, who came along, as well as a traveler Kyrzen brought called Calvyn Deepbrooke.
A little over halfway there, we were met by a group of corrupted murlocs, infested with the void. They sprang on us, and we had to hold them back while our mages and dracthyr tried to dispell them. They had found out they were going to explode if they got damaged enough, they’d start to swell and ooze. Most of them were actually dispelled, and Tialay kicked the final one out into the ocean to explode there instead.
We found where the storming winds and the shadows were going to, but we had to pick. The group decided on going after Windshriek, a highborne primalist leader, so we headed down below, into a naga crypt where we eventually found her. It was pretty clear she was stalling, but she was giving a lot of potent information about her leader Gravehide, and what her people were doing while we were, collecting kindling to a flame, I believe it will have ties to the druids of the flame. Zyretha had warded up the area, which would overload the elemental forces, nullifying the abundant wind elemental energy in the room, but in the process, dispersed what was actually an air elemental mirage of Windshriek. We ran up just to miss as a shadow form of the same person as below, shot up into the sky.
Later on in the week, we went out into the forest by the behest of a druid to plant seeds. It was a nice and peaceful endeavour to begin with, wagon and Darkwing, my hippogryph coming along. Eventually though, like with everything, something ugly reared its head. A number of tree’s through the forest had been infested with shadow that was trapped there, shed by Windshriek in her travel. We were able to collect up the shadow, and as it acted benevolent, we decided to not kill it, and found it a rift so it could go back to the shadows and out of our world.
I thought for a moment that maybe the week was going to end with ease, but across the sky on last saturday, a lightning bolt was chased by a ray of shadow. The bolt landed next to where we camped, and soon, a tornado was whirling, terrifying the local populace and fauna. We headed up to it, twelve Wayfinder’s strong, and soon found ourselves fighting shadow mirror images of Windshriek, with the real within the tornado, holding it up, like a defensive barrier against her own shadows.
Given little choice, as the shadows assaulted us, we were able to take them down one by one. We confronted Windshriek, who tried to declare that all the things she had done to us, spreading void, infesting, trying to trick us and decieve, attacking our ship and shooting Daera through several walls, was because she was under the control of someone else, and she’d come to Darkshore in the pursuit of naga artifacts that had helped a siren expel the voice of N’zoth from their mind.
I don’t trust her with any fibre of my being, but if her word is true, and she keeps this bargain, she will provide us valuable information about Gravehide and the primalist plan. They speak of hurting the kaldorei people, of druids of the flame. I can turn a blind eye to what is going on in the world, just because I despise her. We have taken her into captivity, and she sits bound and gagged in our hold, I’m going to make her a cell on the ship. Warden Duskblade has been given authority on her as jailor.
Darkshore is a lot calmer now, and the settlers are beginning to have established themselves, so we will be moving along to Moonglade soon, but first we’re going to have a cook out.
That’s all for now book.
- Cristana Silverthorn.
The Wanderlust sails again, leaving Moonglade in pursuit of fire primalists up to no good…
Travel Book Entry: 21st October
Dear book,
I’m sitting once again on the Wanderlust, my home. I just set the course towards the western side of Borean Tundra, as it is the closest beach landing for us to get up into Sholazar Basin.
A few things have happened since last. We traveled across upper Kalimdor, and made our way into Moonglade, there me and Aurelle held our marriage ceremony, but not before we encountered a injured Furbolg cub. Tending the to the cub, we suspected some odd activity in Felwood, we took the cub with us. It had been abandoned because it was a cross breed of the two clans, Stillpaw and Timbermaw.
After the ceremony, we headed out to Felwood as a Furbolg came to Nighthaven in urgency, and we followed a book who spewed out fairytale figures, malformed by shadow and fel. Following the book, and finally catching up to it, we found the ritual site in which a warlock was preparing a spell with furbolg slaves.
A few days later, we were invited to the Barrow dens. Some months ago (See travel entry: 23rd February) we saved one of the fire druids, Laelas, who was very young and a recent convert. He had been making very good progress, and he had asked to talk with us. Giving us a fair bit of information about what his former leaders intentions, including manipulation of a clutch of twilight eggs they intend to make into our enemies no doubt, soon a shudder ran through the den, and the druids of the flame began to stream in to try and take back their former hand, we had to battle them off and close their portal, which revealed a few things.
The druids had held a weapon of Djaradin make. Laelas told us there was a plot to work with them within the waking shores under the common agreements with Fyrakk. However the portal itself seemed to point towards Sholazar. This, and a handful of other reasons, is why we’re currently making our way there.
I will admit, that my life has been a little bit of a hurricane lately. I keep making moves here and there to save people, that I rarely feel settled anywhere. This shouldn’t be so surprising for a traveler, captain of a ship, but I look forward to a few days of peace upon my ship.
I need to go help Kyrzen now book so I’ll leave you with this. I’m beginning to learn what it means to let go of all my preconceptions of evil, and I’ve found new words to describe my journey.
A lack of violence is reciprocated by another.
Rest easy, Book.
-Cristana Silverthorn.
It was nice to come back to Kalimdor and breathe in familiar air, it’s time to move on and out into the wider yonder world.
I was conscripted by Cris to bump the thread send help
Travel Book Entry: 9th November
Dear book,
We’ve been in Sholazar basin lately, and I find it a very miraculous place. The tropical heat and gentle greenery mixed with the savagery you’d expect from a jungle, in what would otherwise be another coldarra for this continent. The titans clearly wanted this to be a example of life, and I find some awe in myself that they can decide when to break reality, break the rules, and simply decide that this place should have warmth.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my future. Only a few nights ago, I had scare where I had almost gotten bitten by a feral worgen, and while I don’t know the specifics, the idea of turning has run through my head a few times. Would I be able to continue learning about the ways of the watchers? Would Aurelle accept me and work around my new problems, would my wayfinders leave one by one, thinking I can no longer provide for them the leadership needed?
I had a conversation with Fira, one of the vulpera that travel with us about a few things. First one was they felt lost without me, didn’t feel confident in any plans, or direction. They looked to me as an anchor, when I sometimes have to admit myself that I’m paving the road as I go, I don’t tend to plan for every opportunity, they feel more comfortable when I pick a decision.
The second thing we talked about worth mentioning is children. Me and Aurelle have talked a lot about children, the consensus so far has been that it would likely be best to do such after all our journies, the conversation slowly changed to that it might be good for a kid to grow up surrounded by different folk, in different places, seeing the world. I’d have to make ship child proof, so they don’t fall off in the middle of the night, but I kind of love the idea of living in our moving world together.
I unconvered some grim news about the current primalists we’re dealing with, how they’ve sacked a gnome town just south of us, not surprising as the gnomes are one of the many directly titan linked races, they’re now moving on to begin working with the druids of the flame and is seizing something together. We’re heading out soon to deal with that.
I have to go, I need make a quick perimeter patrol and then wake Aurelle up.
Take care book
Cristana Silverthorn.
Thank you Azmira now get back in the box.
Travel Book Entry: 19th November.
It’s rare I’m offered to write in this book and yet, here I am.
My thoughts still remain in the past to my father following today’s events, even in his passing he inspires me to bring out the good in people like he did in the hideaway.
But I should explain. Tonight Windshriek insisted we lead the charge against her once Primalist allies and either bring them in line or silence them. I did not particularly enjoy the notion of forcing conflict on anyone but especially not the kin, known only to me then as Monsoon.
It was decided on the way to confront the renegade forces of Windshriek’s Primalists that me and Fira would lead the charge in a different way and try to direct the hostility towards peace. They tried to stop us of course, the winds picked up fierce enough to knock me and Addy aside the first time, the second I managed to stand my ground and stand up to the Primalist leader.
Lura was a good speaker. My father would bring food from nothing and help inspire those lost in the dunes to help in the hideaway if only for a small time. I did the same for Monsoon as I cast out of my dagger in a display of peace and aside Fira, Daera and a few others managed to break through to Monsoon. I’m not sure they deserved the kindness after what she had done, I’m not sure the things they commanded as a Primalist can be forgiven. But as a Vulpera, I don’t think they had ever truly been able to stand free away from the shackles they’d been bound in. Perhaps in freedom they can have the chance to find forgiveness from others and themselves.
This caused a schism in the forces and one attached me, Daera and Fira with storms. The attacker nearly died too if Ithigos had not mended him with Addy’s assistance. The rest joined Windshriek again and renounced their Primalist ties, declaring the Wayfinders as allies.
I do not trust Windshriek. I believe their only motivation for power is power and such a motivation only breeds distrust.
Either way, we were led to a grim place where broken egg shells and mounds of dirt remained. The mounds contained an act of evil where the proto dragon hatchlings had been burned from the inside out. I don’t understand the magic but if this is what the druids were doing, the only word to describe it is evil.
There was hope however. In the moment of Daera’s rage there was an egg with an hatched whelpling, after eating a few bits of rations we decided to save it from the graveyard. We took Waki, formally monsoon, near our tent and away from Windshriek as ordered where we’ll do our best to help them. It seems in the meanwhile the rest are preparing to head back to the waking shore to make sure no other dragon suffers like those poor whelpings.
Eijo.
Travel Book Entry: 4th December
Dear book,
Many times when I write in you it’s to tell you about my day. This is not that kind of time. I suppose it is a day, but it’s a day a long time ago. You see we went through a time rift, and we saw Daera’s past, we saw what they went through, we saw the cruelty of the dragonmaw, we saw the place she was kept and, it was painful. Meeting Daera in that time, and deciding to leave before any of us did something to alter time, I wondered if this was a moment among many that she’d simply forget.
That brings me to the original point. Book I’m going to tell you about the day that brought me to you, I’m going to tell you about the day I died on the broken shore. It was cold, but I was fully dressed in armour, my armour, the one I’d kept from my time with the highborne. We were flying in, and making landing. The larger force met the legion head on, and my squadron was supposed to move up the flank, push them into a space where they’d get trapped, so they could get mowed down by the main force.
After that, our orders were to stage a landing ground, in case we were successful in taking out the enemy, or a retreat path, should there be problems. For hours, I battled minor demons who were trying to come in to aid, sometimes as big as felguards about my own height. I heard a horn, and looked up, moments after I saw the horde retreating on flying mounts. It wasn’t shortly after that I saw alliance forces teleporting out, gryphons in the air. Where the main forces had come up, now a wall of large demons, even voidwalkers and infernals. Our forces were decimated, lasting only a few long seconds before seeing the people around me crushed or chopped down.
I fought to my best ability, and was able to hold my ground for a bit, until my world was lit in a sickly green flames, and a infernal ruptured the ground before us, it rose from a pile of rubble and it swung its arm around to send me flying through the air, and to the ground. I was able to diffuse the felfire with what arcane my captain had given me, but it never was my magic. My body broken, scarred, weak from hours of fighting, and I’d lost vision in one of my eyes, it hurt massively. As warm as I should have been from the burns, demons ran past me as I felt the cold embrace me and slowly pull me away.
I had a dream. I saw a forest of blues and dark greens. There was a tree, that shined like a million stars, and it grew up into the skies to become it, spiraling endlessly, full of lights, like it was made of wisps of Aessina.
I don’t know what happens next, I don’t know how I got up, or got out of the dream, something in me didn’t want to quit, and whether I returned to life without help, or I was saved by someone, the next clear memory I have is waking up in my hospital bed in Dalaran.
Am I selfish, for wanting to find the next time rift, so I can get my answers?
I need to go talk to Riastrazs now, so we can find the eggs. Take care Book.
-Cristana Silverthorn.
The Wayfinders are in the Waking Shore, spoiling the acts of the Druids of the flame they’ve been chasing, who have teamed up with the djaradin in the region. The end of the madness is near.