Post by narazen on Mar 13, 2007 7:08:31 GMT -1
Day 154
Dear diary,
I have left for the Spirits. I thank you for being a beacon in confusing times, but today, I leave you behind. Farewell.
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Day 151
Dear diary,
I've been thinking. The last few days, I have changed a lot. I have given less thought to my feelings, and more to my studies and knowledge. I have devoted myself to shamanism more than ever.
I don't know. I need to stop writing.
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Day 150
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Day 149
Dear diary,
We tried burying Oneran. But it didn't help that Valdori's guilt has possessed him, something demonic I bet, and that Exaythe is losing her grip on reality aswell. Exaythe is blaming me for killing Oneran, and attempting to take over the Exodus. I don't know where she got this bullshit from, I can't possibly lead an order by myself, let alone one that doesn't trust me at all.
She tried assaulting me, also controling the minds of Thurs and Philia to attack me from the side. Bless them for being too hardheaded to be controlled. I failed to cure Exaythe, but her attacks on me were nulified by my ankh. Good that I have it finished.
It's time to work on a new ankh, I feel I won't be keeping this one long.
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Day 148
Dear diary,
I'll save you the details, and the mourning. Rovena played a trick on us. She covered Oneran in an illusion to look just like her, and sent him to meet us at Auchindoun. He's dead.
Valdori has lost his mind now. He was the on who decapitated Oneran, so he believes it's all his fault, that he killed an innocent, worse, a friend. But he's wrong. It's all my fault.
Yet again all my fault...
I'm not sure what happened to Exaythe, but she got in coma. Zanadaar told me that she wanted me and Rasqal to take over for as long as necesary.
I finished my ankh before the event, but I didn't need it, luckilly.
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Day 147
Dear diary,
I can't believe what Merandil told me. Drustai the Shamed, studying necromancy? Shame he burned the books, otherwise I had to believe it instantly.
Exaythe has chosen Drustai's side, under the eternal prejudice of Merandil being a warlock. Diary, my people are blind, and I fail at rubbing the sand out of their eyes. I hate it.
I'm not sure who of the two to believe, but I see less reason Merandil would lie to me than Drustai to study necromancy, somehow. It fits to what she said earlier, that the Light doesn't reward her as it should so she picks up the Shadow instead. I need to keep an eye on her.
Note to self: Give Exaythe a leash. She gets lost way too often.
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Day 146
Dear diary,
Exaythe worries too much. She thinks it's bad to lie to Marty, thinks it's bad to decieve them. They are the enemy, there is nothing bad about killing your enemy.
Would make the Light pretty stupid if it was.
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Day 145
Dear diary,
Nobundo's teachings worried me at the start. He taught me about the Fifth Element: The Wilds. Immediatly I feared my theory incorrect, but after I listened to what he said, a different theory came up.
I believe the Wilds to be an element inbetween Light and Shadow. One that has neither Light nor Shadow lives by the Wild, and even though the Grand Anchorite teaches against this, what does he know of the Elements? Also, in this theory the Wild does not unbalance anything for being a singular element without a balancing counterpart, because it is in fact the state of balance itself.
Nobundo told me it is not wise to call upon the Wild often, for it is a both silent and brutal element, best left to its own. The only form I have learned to use sofar is my Spirit Wolf, and I believe it will also be the last Nobundo will teach me.
According to Drustai, Sanara is turning demonic. I believe she is just being herself, canibalising her victims, as she herits from a village with a very different lifestyle than the other draenei.
She could never be following me down that path.
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Day 144
Dear diary,
After a good night's sleep, I realised.
I'm living against nature by being around women all the time. Now that I am alligning myself with the elements, and thereby with the world, I'm seeing that I shouldn't love them. I shouldn't love Ylessa, Sanara nor Tiffani.
And I won't. I broke up with Sanara, on the worst of timing, because she and Ylessa just quit as well. I haven't talked to Tiffani, but I guess she won't make a fuss out of it.
Strange. As I'm writing this, Nobundo is calling upon me.
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Day 143
Dear diary,
Exaythe is mad. She's setting up a trap in order to either make Marty kill Rovena (Or vice versa) or us to kill both of them. Out of all places, in Auchindoun. At one side, I fear for Exaythe's life, for the chance the two see through and attack her is high. On the other side, if we get enough of a force, it'll be two concerns dealt with.
I think I've nearly mastered Fire and Water. I feel I can bring both to the edge, as well as being able to conjure one into the other. I'm even managing to conjure fire out of only my bodyheat, something I found pretty impressive myself.
The next steps will be earth and wind together. Shadow and Light, I know too little on how to handle them still, and though with Light it'll be easy to learn, Shadow won't, and I need to learn both at the same time to gain the balance I search.
Tiffani took my offer to join the Exodus. Also, she wanted to get close to me, but somehow... I couldn't. I don't know what drove me, but it didn't feel right... I'm not sure what it means. I need some sleep.
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Day 142
Dear diary,
I hate it when I'm right.
I went to meet the furbolg of the timbermaw, to gouge his reaction to the Warlock thing. He managed to summon me into Terrokar Forest, in a strange abandoned village. He seemed way too longing to check out the urn, even when I told him it's not a Shaman. And with reason.
The furbolg changed into no-one less than Rovena. The wench tricked me into getting the urn for her own experiments, even after I helped her getting out of the Human prisons from time to time. Narajj or Nara'zen, she knows my face.
What she, no, they are planning with it, that is Rovena, Marty and some other night elf Rogue, I don't really know. After she revealed herself, I got knocked out, to wake up in an abandoned hut they reorganized into an alchemy lab. Rovena was mixing a potion, adding the ashes from the urn into it. Being bound by wrists and hooves, they fed it to me despite my attempt to deny it. It burned hotter than hell, engulfing my body in shadows, the worst torture I've ever felt... Luckily it didn't last long.
After the tests... She set me free. What a way to go, kidnapping a general of the Hand of Argus, and then setting her free without further notice. She will get charged for this, by -our- laws.
Chrystan managed to turn up the moment I left. Cheer for his heroic act.
On non-dramatic note, I met Tiffani at the tavern this evening, before Rovena took me to where-ever it was. Though she had to leave before we could really do stuff, I offered her membership in our order, since she has no other yet. I hope she accepts, it'll make up for the disappearing of Ylessa...
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Day 141
Dear diary,
A quiet day, for a difference. I don't feel like contacting the Timbermaw yet, for I have a really bad feeling about it.
Too Sanara for a, well, walk across the ocean. She wanted to see Silvermoon, but I didn't want to risk taking the Plaguelands route. So instead we took off from the shore of Tirisfall, and walked across the water from there. Don't ask me how, but we managed to reach Hinterlands this way without seeing Eversong nor Ghostlands. Either I'm losing my directions, or the Blood Elves put some weird enchantment on the place.
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Day 140
Dear diary,
Why can't anything go right, just for once! Aislin managed to get both the urn and the scroll from Jaedenaar, good and well. But the urn wasn't filled with ashes from a Shaman. The ashes are a pure shadow, definitely a dead Warlock. Aislin was sure this was the only possible urn, so that can't be the problem. It seems that either the Timbermaw Tribe is up to something, or only that one furbolg.
Exaythe proposed showing the urn to the furbolg, and gouging his reaction when told it's a Warlock. I think it's stupid to bring the urn so close to them, when it's all so obvious already.
Finally, I saw Sanara again. Still no sign of Ylessa anywhere.
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Day 139
Yet another entry is missing.
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Day 138
Dear diary,
Damn it all! Exaythe just foolishly tried to uncover the identity of the Netherdawn's emperor, with help from no-one less than Marty Firebrand. Of course this turned out to be a fight, where according to Exaythe, Ataris summoned the emperor himself to fight the both. Or rather, summoned the form of the emperor onto himself. Ataris is the one whom they preach to.
Exaythe barely escaped with her life, and seeing that Ataris came out hardly harmed, it'll be the same fate for Marty. I hope worse for him. Searching around all of Duskwood, I didn't manage to find either of the two.
If Marty had succeeded in defeating Ataris, I bet hell would have broken loose. First he drained the fel energies from Melnerag, in our eyes to cure him, but in truth to add them to his own strength, I bet. And now he attempted to overthrow Ataris to try and get his energy as well. How the hell could Exaythe have trusted him like that...
The World's End tavern lacks visitors, even with the 'famous' Nanami as crowd puller. I feel sorry for Valdori.
Still no sign of Sanara nor Ylessa. I'm starting to feel abandoned...
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Day 137
Dear diary,
Exaythe and me spoke to Aislin Rose (Gwealyn's mother) about the plan to venture into Jaedenaar. She offered us more than just help; She said she would enter the place by herself, under a kind of disguise I think, to retrieve the urn and if possible the book too. This means I will be in time to save the Timbermaw village, and if she can't get the book we'll have enough time to wait for Chrystan to be able to gather his full army.
Though in my opinion Aislin was being rather suspicious when mentioning a reward. We'll have to wait and see what she wants...
Haven't seen Sanara nor Ylessa all day, and I miss both of them...
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Day 136
Dear diary,
Today the furbolg of the Timbermaw appeared before me in an insight. He told me time was growing short, but Exaythe doesn't seem to get the assistance managed quickly. If it takes much longer I will set out for Jaedenaar myself. Though I'll probably ask anyone in the order who wants to, for help. I'm too afraid to make mistakes again...
Stormwind seems to be infested with rogues, and it seems the guards are oblivious to their presence. That means I'll have to carry ankhs around even in my home towns, just in-case they decide to target me.
I'm glad Sanara isn't mad at Ylessa and me anymore, just because the "caught" us. Maybe she thought it was only her loving us two, and was she surprised to see that Ylessa and me love each other just as much now. But hey, it's Sanara, who knows...
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Day 135
The page is covered in various sentences that have been scribbled through. It seems she didn't find the words to write.
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Day 134
Dear diary,
This afternoon I got a strange letter, scribbled on silk cloth. The Timbermaw Tribe living between Felwood and Winterspring heard of my deeds for the Stillpine fulborg, and called upon my help. I'm still wondering how they found a mailbox, but I'm guessing they just handed the letter to a traveler and asked him to send it to me. Anyway, their tribe has been infected with a plague by a band of 'evil warriors', and they asked me to get them a cure: They have seen how the Shadow Council have captured an urn, containing the ashes of a powerful fallen shaman, and carried it to their fortress of Jaedenaar. The Dreadlord Feldan must have it now.
I'm having doubts as to why the Shadow Council would be interested in a shaman, out of everything, but since our investigation of Stromgarde already led to Jaedenaar, this only adds to our objectives.
I have asked Chrystan of the Shining Strand for help, but it seems they can't spare a full force until two weeks from now, and that would be too late. He promised to send whatever forces he could spare at the day we go, which I appreciate.
Exaythe will be discussing with the Stormwind Council and the Circle of Light tomorrow, and hopefully we can pick a day.
Sanara is being difficult again... She got mad at me again just because I had a different view on something as stupid as 'outliving the death of your beloved'. I don't get why she's so persistent on her view on just about everything. I'll have to try to pretend she's right on everything, just for the sake of our relationship. But doing such effort for love... Is that really how it should go?
At least I'm happy that I've grown to love Ylessa. Then again, I'm not surprised, since Sanara fell in love with the Ylessa before the crash, and she says this 'new' Ylessa is somewhat nicer, which I enjoy.
I know it's way too early for doom scenarios, but if Sanara deems to be too much trouble, I'll always still have Ylessa.
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This entry seems to be scribbled hastily.
Day 133
Dear diary,
Regardless of Ylessa, Sanara and me are together again. To be precise, the three of us are together. I don't really know Ylessa too much, but if Sanara chose to spend her life with her, then I'm sure I can take that as well.
I'm wondering what Sanara had planned, hadn't I grown so tired all of a sudden...
Oh yea, Kalthaan left the Exodus. I don't care to be honest.
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Day 132
Dear diary,
How could I have been so blind! How could I ever have wanted to keep that cursed shard!
Turns out it was in fact a trick, meant to draw the Exodus in the Netherdawn Empire's grasp. Melnerag the Gearholder was only a puppet of Ataris the Soulblighter... And I fell right into it. I almost lead the Exodus to doom...
We all owe Sanara our life. All of a sudden, I know everything. Since the day Sanara left me, I started to care less about others and more about me, telling myself I did it to help others. Who's the ignorant one now. I was too blinded to see how much was stolen from me. My love to Sanara, my own trust toward others, and my righteousness... The Light guided me through the days, made sure I never let myself cross the line, but much more it couldn't do.
Then Sanara came back. From the moment she told me she still loves me, I started to see again. If she hadn't been there, the shadow may have overwhelmed me, I would've kept the Fist, and get drawn into the Netherdawn Empire's grasp. Just maybe... That would have been for the best. Maybe Zanadaar is right, maybe I will become the death of everyone. But I will fight for that not to be the case.
I lost my ankh, the immortality of Cairne Bloodhoof. It will take me another few months to create a new one, and I'm not sure if I should do it. I will ask Sanara, it seems she is wiser than I can call myself right now. At any rate, the ankh was used for a good cause.
According to Drustai, The Gearholder is dead. Marty Firebrand drained all the fell energy out of Melnerag. How, and why, are still mysteries to me. Whether this is good or bad news, I don't know. We will have to see.
Note to self: Dying is not fun. Do not ever suicide like that again, even if I'm sure I'll be reincarnated again.
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Day 131
Dear diary,
I've done a lot of training, exterminating the ferocious orcs in Hellfire Peninsula. I feel my attacks are a lot stronger than a week ago, and it may be enough to bring Melnerag down before he overthrows me. I'd hate to have to use my artifact. Not that I'll have a choice if it comes to it, the stories said it activates itself, and can't be guided.
I've had a talk with Adona, or Ylessa as she turns out to be. Sanara's soul mate who she lost after the crash. That sealed it, I will never have Sanara's heart back... I need to find myself a nice guy, women have only turned for the worst in my life, so far. Then again, I'm not sure if I can take a reminder to Krem...
<A wet spot covers part of this page.>
Tomorrow... I need to get a good rest. I'm going to need my strength.
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Day 130
Dear diary,
I've made my first steps into the wilds of Outland. d**n it, I feel so insecure, not knowing my environment, it feels like my first visit to Stormwind as a Draenei. The place looks far from how Nara'zen remembered it, and it'll take quite a while for me to get used to.
Sanara explained me her sudden change of heart. I still have no idea what it means.
My feeling about Adona was right, she is indeed Sanara's new lover. But it seems Sanara hasn't forgotten me the slightest. She acted like she used to before the Story all day. Must've been the tavern enviorment... Adona and Sanara have taken a job as barmaids at the Kingchrest Tequila, as would I have, if I hadn't had enough duties already. I'll make sure to be their best costumer.
I have decided not to shatter the Twilight Fist. I have a feeling I will need its wisdom at some time, and I've proved I can handle its persuasion with ease, so there shouldn't be any problem. I will bring a fake shard to shatter instead, Sunday.
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Day 129
Dear diary,
I can't believe it. Sanara has someone else... She came to warn me not to risk my life only to win her heart back, she openly admitted me she still loves me as much as before the Story... But she moved on anyway, and found a new lover.
I kind of suspect it to be that new proselyte, Adona. Mostly because she woke my interest as well (Hadn't I been obsessed with Sanara...) and Sanara is not that much of a guy girl.
All I can hope for is that their relation runs on the cliffs and Sanara crawls back to me... But that's too unlikely, and I refuse even thinking about helping in the matter.
Regardless of that, I'm still going to fight Melnerag. Sanara's heart is something I won't win anymore, but there's still the trust of my order... And my own pride. Imagine how it feels, general of the Hand of Argus, yet my order hates me. The Twilight Fist tells me he isn't powerful, but that's ridiculous, if he is the most wanted criminal in history for the humans, how can he not be powerful? The Fist tells me he is only cunning, but that does not win a battle.
I've developed a totem that should be able to disable a Warlock's called fear, together with my totem of Grounding, he won't be able to cast too much tricks on me. But I have yet to find an answer to their ability to slowly damage, weaken and drain a soul to death. I guess playing as aggressive as possible may reduce the damage those spells do. I feel it'll be a race who kills the other first.
Melnerag can't possibly win that race. But I must make sure he loses.
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Day 128
Dear diary,
We've found Rasqal. And amazingly, I've managed to get the Twilight Fist out of him, and I bear it now. However I was unable to cure Rasqal of his corruption, even with the Fist's wisdom. He just did not have the faith.
Flutter is reborn.
Yet, people still can not understand. The Twilight Fist may have demonic intentions, but I am able to guide it to righteous goals, with the right persuasion. The Fist does not lie, for it does not speak its truth. It makes me know.
The stage is set for Melnerag's death. Sunday at eight, on the mountain behind the Exodar, he will think to meet the order. In fact, he'll meet my Axe as well. Even though, I'm very nervous. Melnerag is much stronger than I am, and I had hoped to keep my secret weapon to myself for if I needed it against the Netherdawn Empire, or whatever other threats would rise. Especially since it takes ages to find the reagents for a new one... But if it comes to it, I will have to use it.
Then the other stage. Exaythe and me have decided to trick Merandil, in order to break Sanara's blind trust in him. Exactly how we will put up the scenario, we haven't decided. I can't really think of an entirely convincing story. But time will tell me, and maybe the Fist will help.
I hope, with all this planning, I can finally get my Sanara back...
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Day 127
Dear diary,
Sanara still loves me.
I have decided something I still can't believe I actually have, but I'm sure it's the best thing to do. I am going to kill Melnerag, my once trusted teacher. He has become an obstacle to me, since the Exodus is losing trust in me. I value that a lot more than the life of a teacher. Next to that, I already learned everything I wanted and needed to know.
Still not a trace of Rasqal. At time I feel his connection strengthening, but it's still too weak to do anything.
Note to self: The Smoking Blade tavern is not a place to be. I'd have to be on guard duty all the time, and I was thinking taverns were for relaxation. How the hell a Night Elf managed to get a flamethrower, beats me.
Dear diary,
I have left for the Spirits. I thank you for being a beacon in confusing times, but today, I leave you behind. Farewell.
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Day 151
Dear diary,
I've been thinking. The last few days, I have changed a lot. I have given less thought to my feelings, and more to my studies and knowledge. I have devoted myself to shamanism more than ever.
I don't know. I need to stop writing.
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Day 150
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Day 149
Dear diary,
We tried burying Oneran. But it didn't help that Valdori's guilt has possessed him, something demonic I bet, and that Exaythe is losing her grip on reality aswell. Exaythe is blaming me for killing Oneran, and attempting to take over the Exodus. I don't know where she got this bullshit from, I can't possibly lead an order by myself, let alone one that doesn't trust me at all.
She tried assaulting me, also controling the minds of Thurs and Philia to attack me from the side. Bless them for being too hardheaded to be controlled. I failed to cure Exaythe, but her attacks on me were nulified by my ankh. Good that I have it finished.
It's time to work on a new ankh, I feel I won't be keeping this one long.
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Day 148
Dear diary,
I'll save you the details, and the mourning. Rovena played a trick on us. She covered Oneran in an illusion to look just like her, and sent him to meet us at Auchindoun. He's dead.
Valdori has lost his mind now. He was the on who decapitated Oneran, so he believes it's all his fault, that he killed an innocent, worse, a friend. But he's wrong. It's all my fault.
Yet again all my fault...
I'm not sure what happened to Exaythe, but she got in coma. Zanadaar told me that she wanted me and Rasqal to take over for as long as necesary.
I finished my ankh before the event, but I didn't need it, luckilly.
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Day 147
Dear diary,
I can't believe what Merandil told me. Drustai the Shamed, studying necromancy? Shame he burned the books, otherwise I had to believe it instantly.
Exaythe has chosen Drustai's side, under the eternal prejudice of Merandil being a warlock. Diary, my people are blind, and I fail at rubbing the sand out of their eyes. I hate it.
I'm not sure who of the two to believe, but I see less reason Merandil would lie to me than Drustai to study necromancy, somehow. It fits to what she said earlier, that the Light doesn't reward her as it should so she picks up the Shadow instead. I need to keep an eye on her.
Note to self: Give Exaythe a leash. She gets lost way too often.
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Day 146
Dear diary,
Exaythe worries too much. She thinks it's bad to lie to Marty, thinks it's bad to decieve them. They are the enemy, there is nothing bad about killing your enemy.
Would make the Light pretty stupid if it was.
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Day 145
Dear diary,
Nobundo's teachings worried me at the start. He taught me about the Fifth Element: The Wilds. Immediatly I feared my theory incorrect, but after I listened to what he said, a different theory came up.
I believe the Wilds to be an element inbetween Light and Shadow. One that has neither Light nor Shadow lives by the Wild, and even though the Grand Anchorite teaches against this, what does he know of the Elements? Also, in this theory the Wild does not unbalance anything for being a singular element without a balancing counterpart, because it is in fact the state of balance itself.
Nobundo told me it is not wise to call upon the Wild often, for it is a both silent and brutal element, best left to its own. The only form I have learned to use sofar is my Spirit Wolf, and I believe it will also be the last Nobundo will teach me.
According to Drustai, Sanara is turning demonic. I believe she is just being herself, canibalising her victims, as she herits from a village with a very different lifestyle than the other draenei.
She could never be following me down that path.
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Day 144
Dear diary,
After a good night's sleep, I realised.
I'm living against nature by being around women all the time. Now that I am alligning myself with the elements, and thereby with the world, I'm seeing that I shouldn't love them. I shouldn't love Ylessa, Sanara nor Tiffani.
And I won't. I broke up with Sanara, on the worst of timing, because she and Ylessa just quit as well. I haven't talked to Tiffani, but I guess she won't make a fuss out of it.
Strange. As I'm writing this, Nobundo is calling upon me.
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Day 143
Dear diary,
Exaythe is mad. She's setting up a trap in order to either make Marty kill Rovena (Or vice versa) or us to kill both of them. Out of all places, in Auchindoun. At one side, I fear for Exaythe's life, for the chance the two see through and attack her is high. On the other side, if we get enough of a force, it'll be two concerns dealt with.
I think I've nearly mastered Fire and Water. I feel I can bring both to the edge, as well as being able to conjure one into the other. I'm even managing to conjure fire out of only my bodyheat, something I found pretty impressive myself.
The next steps will be earth and wind together. Shadow and Light, I know too little on how to handle them still, and though with Light it'll be easy to learn, Shadow won't, and I need to learn both at the same time to gain the balance I search.
Tiffani took my offer to join the Exodus. Also, she wanted to get close to me, but somehow... I couldn't. I don't know what drove me, but it didn't feel right... I'm not sure what it means. I need some sleep.
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Day 142
Dear diary,
I hate it when I'm right.
I went to meet the furbolg of the timbermaw, to gouge his reaction to the Warlock thing. He managed to summon me into Terrokar Forest, in a strange abandoned village. He seemed way too longing to check out the urn, even when I told him it's not a Shaman. And with reason.
The furbolg changed into no-one less than Rovena. The wench tricked me into getting the urn for her own experiments, even after I helped her getting out of the Human prisons from time to time. Narajj or Nara'zen, she knows my face.
What she, no, they are planning with it, that is Rovena, Marty and some other night elf Rogue, I don't really know. After she revealed herself, I got knocked out, to wake up in an abandoned hut they reorganized into an alchemy lab. Rovena was mixing a potion, adding the ashes from the urn into it. Being bound by wrists and hooves, they fed it to me despite my attempt to deny it. It burned hotter than hell, engulfing my body in shadows, the worst torture I've ever felt... Luckily it didn't last long.
After the tests... She set me free. What a way to go, kidnapping a general of the Hand of Argus, and then setting her free without further notice. She will get charged for this, by -our- laws.
Chrystan managed to turn up the moment I left. Cheer for his heroic act.
On non-dramatic note, I met Tiffani at the tavern this evening, before Rovena took me to where-ever it was. Though she had to leave before we could really do stuff, I offered her membership in our order, since she has no other yet. I hope she accepts, it'll make up for the disappearing of Ylessa...
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Day 141
Dear diary,
A quiet day, for a difference. I don't feel like contacting the Timbermaw yet, for I have a really bad feeling about it.
Too Sanara for a, well, walk across the ocean. She wanted to see Silvermoon, but I didn't want to risk taking the Plaguelands route. So instead we took off from the shore of Tirisfall, and walked across the water from there. Don't ask me how, but we managed to reach Hinterlands this way without seeing Eversong nor Ghostlands. Either I'm losing my directions, or the Blood Elves put some weird enchantment on the place.
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Day 140
Dear diary,
Why can't anything go right, just for once! Aislin managed to get both the urn and the scroll from Jaedenaar, good and well. But the urn wasn't filled with ashes from a Shaman. The ashes are a pure shadow, definitely a dead Warlock. Aislin was sure this was the only possible urn, so that can't be the problem. It seems that either the Timbermaw Tribe is up to something, or only that one furbolg.
Exaythe proposed showing the urn to the furbolg, and gouging his reaction when told it's a Warlock. I think it's stupid to bring the urn so close to them, when it's all so obvious already.
Finally, I saw Sanara again. Still no sign of Ylessa anywhere.
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Day 139
Yet another entry is missing.
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Day 138
Dear diary,
Damn it all! Exaythe just foolishly tried to uncover the identity of the Netherdawn's emperor, with help from no-one less than Marty Firebrand. Of course this turned out to be a fight, where according to Exaythe, Ataris summoned the emperor himself to fight the both. Or rather, summoned the form of the emperor onto himself. Ataris is the one whom they preach to.
Exaythe barely escaped with her life, and seeing that Ataris came out hardly harmed, it'll be the same fate for Marty. I hope worse for him. Searching around all of Duskwood, I didn't manage to find either of the two.
If Marty had succeeded in defeating Ataris, I bet hell would have broken loose. First he drained the fel energies from Melnerag, in our eyes to cure him, but in truth to add them to his own strength, I bet. And now he attempted to overthrow Ataris to try and get his energy as well. How the hell could Exaythe have trusted him like that...
The World's End tavern lacks visitors, even with the 'famous' Nanami as crowd puller. I feel sorry for Valdori.
Still no sign of Sanara nor Ylessa. I'm starting to feel abandoned...
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Day 137
Dear diary,
Exaythe and me spoke to Aislin Rose (Gwealyn's mother) about the plan to venture into Jaedenaar. She offered us more than just help; She said she would enter the place by herself, under a kind of disguise I think, to retrieve the urn and if possible the book too. This means I will be in time to save the Timbermaw village, and if she can't get the book we'll have enough time to wait for Chrystan to be able to gather his full army.
Though in my opinion Aislin was being rather suspicious when mentioning a reward. We'll have to wait and see what she wants...
Haven't seen Sanara nor Ylessa all day, and I miss both of them...
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Day 136
Dear diary,
Today the furbolg of the Timbermaw appeared before me in an insight. He told me time was growing short, but Exaythe doesn't seem to get the assistance managed quickly. If it takes much longer I will set out for Jaedenaar myself. Though I'll probably ask anyone in the order who wants to, for help. I'm too afraid to make mistakes again...
Stormwind seems to be infested with rogues, and it seems the guards are oblivious to their presence. That means I'll have to carry ankhs around even in my home towns, just in-case they decide to target me.
I'm glad Sanara isn't mad at Ylessa and me anymore, just because the "caught" us. Maybe she thought it was only her loving us two, and was she surprised to see that Ylessa and me love each other just as much now. But hey, it's Sanara, who knows...
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Day 135
The page is covered in various sentences that have been scribbled through. It seems she didn't find the words to write.
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Day 134
Dear diary,
This afternoon I got a strange letter, scribbled on silk cloth. The Timbermaw Tribe living between Felwood and Winterspring heard of my deeds for the Stillpine fulborg, and called upon my help. I'm still wondering how they found a mailbox, but I'm guessing they just handed the letter to a traveler and asked him to send it to me. Anyway, their tribe has been infected with a plague by a band of 'evil warriors', and they asked me to get them a cure: They have seen how the Shadow Council have captured an urn, containing the ashes of a powerful fallen shaman, and carried it to their fortress of Jaedenaar. The Dreadlord Feldan must have it now.
I'm having doubts as to why the Shadow Council would be interested in a shaman, out of everything, but since our investigation of Stromgarde already led to Jaedenaar, this only adds to our objectives.
I have asked Chrystan of the Shining Strand for help, but it seems they can't spare a full force until two weeks from now, and that would be too late. He promised to send whatever forces he could spare at the day we go, which I appreciate.
Exaythe will be discussing with the Stormwind Council and the Circle of Light tomorrow, and hopefully we can pick a day.
Sanara is being difficult again... She got mad at me again just because I had a different view on something as stupid as 'outliving the death of your beloved'. I don't get why she's so persistent on her view on just about everything. I'll have to try to pretend she's right on everything, just for the sake of our relationship. But doing such effort for love... Is that really how it should go?
At least I'm happy that I've grown to love Ylessa. Then again, I'm not surprised, since Sanara fell in love with the Ylessa before the crash, and she says this 'new' Ylessa is somewhat nicer, which I enjoy.
I know it's way too early for doom scenarios, but if Sanara deems to be too much trouble, I'll always still have Ylessa.
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This entry seems to be scribbled hastily.
Day 133
Dear diary,
Regardless of Ylessa, Sanara and me are together again. To be precise, the three of us are together. I don't really know Ylessa too much, but if Sanara chose to spend her life with her, then I'm sure I can take that as well.
I'm wondering what Sanara had planned, hadn't I grown so tired all of a sudden...
Oh yea, Kalthaan left the Exodus. I don't care to be honest.
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Day 132
Dear diary,
How could I have been so blind! How could I ever have wanted to keep that cursed shard!
Turns out it was in fact a trick, meant to draw the Exodus in the Netherdawn Empire's grasp. Melnerag the Gearholder was only a puppet of Ataris the Soulblighter... And I fell right into it. I almost lead the Exodus to doom...
We all owe Sanara our life. All of a sudden, I know everything. Since the day Sanara left me, I started to care less about others and more about me, telling myself I did it to help others. Who's the ignorant one now. I was too blinded to see how much was stolen from me. My love to Sanara, my own trust toward others, and my righteousness... The Light guided me through the days, made sure I never let myself cross the line, but much more it couldn't do.
Then Sanara came back. From the moment she told me she still loves me, I started to see again. If she hadn't been there, the shadow may have overwhelmed me, I would've kept the Fist, and get drawn into the Netherdawn Empire's grasp. Just maybe... That would have been for the best. Maybe Zanadaar is right, maybe I will become the death of everyone. But I will fight for that not to be the case.
I lost my ankh, the immortality of Cairne Bloodhoof. It will take me another few months to create a new one, and I'm not sure if I should do it. I will ask Sanara, it seems she is wiser than I can call myself right now. At any rate, the ankh was used for a good cause.
According to Drustai, The Gearholder is dead. Marty Firebrand drained all the fell energy out of Melnerag. How, and why, are still mysteries to me. Whether this is good or bad news, I don't know. We will have to see.
Note to self: Dying is not fun. Do not ever suicide like that again, even if I'm sure I'll be reincarnated again.
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Day 131
Dear diary,
I've done a lot of training, exterminating the ferocious orcs in Hellfire Peninsula. I feel my attacks are a lot stronger than a week ago, and it may be enough to bring Melnerag down before he overthrows me. I'd hate to have to use my artifact. Not that I'll have a choice if it comes to it, the stories said it activates itself, and can't be guided.
I've had a talk with Adona, or Ylessa as she turns out to be. Sanara's soul mate who she lost after the crash. That sealed it, I will never have Sanara's heart back... I need to find myself a nice guy, women have only turned for the worst in my life, so far. Then again, I'm not sure if I can take a reminder to Krem...
<A wet spot covers part of this page.>
Tomorrow... I need to get a good rest. I'm going to need my strength.
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Day 130
Dear diary,
I've made my first steps into the wilds of Outland. d**n it, I feel so insecure, not knowing my environment, it feels like my first visit to Stormwind as a Draenei. The place looks far from how Nara'zen remembered it, and it'll take quite a while for me to get used to.
Sanara explained me her sudden change of heart. I still have no idea what it means.
My feeling about Adona was right, she is indeed Sanara's new lover. But it seems Sanara hasn't forgotten me the slightest. She acted like she used to before the Story all day. Must've been the tavern enviorment... Adona and Sanara have taken a job as barmaids at the Kingchrest Tequila, as would I have, if I hadn't had enough duties already. I'll make sure to be their best costumer.
I have decided not to shatter the Twilight Fist. I have a feeling I will need its wisdom at some time, and I've proved I can handle its persuasion with ease, so there shouldn't be any problem. I will bring a fake shard to shatter instead, Sunday.
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Day 129
Dear diary,
I can't believe it. Sanara has someone else... She came to warn me not to risk my life only to win her heart back, she openly admitted me she still loves me as much as before the Story... But she moved on anyway, and found a new lover.
I kind of suspect it to be that new proselyte, Adona. Mostly because she woke my interest as well (Hadn't I been obsessed with Sanara...) and Sanara is not that much of a guy girl.
All I can hope for is that their relation runs on the cliffs and Sanara crawls back to me... But that's too unlikely, and I refuse even thinking about helping in the matter.
Regardless of that, I'm still going to fight Melnerag. Sanara's heart is something I won't win anymore, but there's still the trust of my order... And my own pride. Imagine how it feels, general of the Hand of Argus, yet my order hates me. The Twilight Fist tells me he isn't powerful, but that's ridiculous, if he is the most wanted criminal in history for the humans, how can he not be powerful? The Fist tells me he is only cunning, but that does not win a battle.
I've developed a totem that should be able to disable a Warlock's called fear, together with my totem of Grounding, he won't be able to cast too much tricks on me. But I have yet to find an answer to their ability to slowly damage, weaken and drain a soul to death. I guess playing as aggressive as possible may reduce the damage those spells do. I feel it'll be a race who kills the other first.
Melnerag can't possibly win that race. But I must make sure he loses.
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Day 128
Dear diary,
We've found Rasqal. And amazingly, I've managed to get the Twilight Fist out of him, and I bear it now. However I was unable to cure Rasqal of his corruption, even with the Fist's wisdom. He just did not have the faith.
Flutter is reborn.
Yet, people still can not understand. The Twilight Fist may have demonic intentions, but I am able to guide it to righteous goals, with the right persuasion. The Fist does not lie, for it does not speak its truth. It makes me know.
The stage is set for Melnerag's death. Sunday at eight, on the mountain behind the Exodar, he will think to meet the order. In fact, he'll meet my Axe as well. Even though, I'm very nervous. Melnerag is much stronger than I am, and I had hoped to keep my secret weapon to myself for if I needed it against the Netherdawn Empire, or whatever other threats would rise. Especially since it takes ages to find the reagents for a new one... But if it comes to it, I will have to use it.
Then the other stage. Exaythe and me have decided to trick Merandil, in order to break Sanara's blind trust in him. Exactly how we will put up the scenario, we haven't decided. I can't really think of an entirely convincing story. But time will tell me, and maybe the Fist will help.
I hope, with all this planning, I can finally get my Sanara back...
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Day 127
Dear diary,
Sanara still loves me.
I have decided something I still can't believe I actually have, but I'm sure it's the best thing to do. I am going to kill Melnerag, my once trusted teacher. He has become an obstacle to me, since the Exodus is losing trust in me. I value that a lot more than the life of a teacher. Next to that, I already learned everything I wanted and needed to know.
Still not a trace of Rasqal. At time I feel his connection strengthening, but it's still too weak to do anything.
Note to self: The Smoking Blade tavern is not a place to be. I'd have to be on guard duty all the time, and I was thinking taverns were for relaxation. How the hell a Night Elf managed to get a flamethrower, beats me.