Post by Agrar on Apr 8, 2015 15:47:02 GMT -5
(( Posted as Aekaron, my Blood Elf warrior, (Abandoned) ))
Journal Entry, Day 1
We were tasked with escorting a diplomat of some importance to the old Capital City of Lordaeron, "Undercity" as it's called now. I haven't made that journey in some time. The rest of this outfit seems to know as little as I regarding this diplomat and his business there. It's not my place to ask, but it bothers me not to know "why". We've packed light, so I'm hoping this to be a quick trip. I've left instructions for the help to water my Dreaming Glory. How disappointing it is to be tasked with this just as they've begun to bloom.
Journal Entry, Day 2
We've made it to the Ghostlands with no trouble. You can tell this diplomat is merely a pencil pusher, made evident by his incessant complaints. I've heard it said by other races that ours is far from "rough and tumble", but it's guys like this that give us all a bad name. Who am I to speak, the dirt is mucking up my boots and it's driving me mad.
Journal Entry, Day 4
We've arrived in Tranquillen, a day late. This "diplomat" dropped a satchel in the creek and refused to continue on without it. I'm starting to wonder what it was that I did to make me deserve to babysit this imbecile. This place used to be so nice, the lands lush and green and the way I remember it there were more trees. It smells of old battles, rotting flesh, ash, and mold. It's disgusting. Our hosts here have been ... accomodating. It is weird to be allied with creatures that we were once fighting against. I do not trust these "undead". We're set to leave later this afternoon.
Journal Entry, Day 6
We've left our territory and entered the Plaguelands. What a fitting name. I thought the Ghostlands was bad, there are no words to describe how filthy this place is. We were attacked earlier by a pack of dogs or wolves or some such. No serious injuries but if this is just a taste of what we have to look forward to in the next few days, I have a feeling my armor will have more than just dirt on it before we arrive at the Undercity.
Journal Entry, Day 7
Set camp up last night outside of one of the towers out here. Woke up this morning and all but two others are nowhere to be found. Daelen was to be on watch but he's among the missing. The diplomat is also missing. We dare not return to Silvermoon without at least first searching for the rest of the party. I ought be more shook, but I can't help but think of my Dreaming Glory. The last time I took a trip, I came back to a heap of missing linens. I would have asked my friend, Ravenhul, to care for my plant, but he was out on business. I better put this down and start looking.
Journal Entry, Day 9
I was to write last night, but after two solid days of searching and finding nothing, we've decided to return to Silvermoon. To stay another night in the Plaguelands is the last thing any of us want to do, but it appears we have no choice in the matter. It seems that the diplomat also held our maps and I am afraid that I do not recognize where we are exactly. I'm on watch tonight, what fun. When I get home, I'm asking for a raise.
Journal Entry, Day 10
I'm writing this from the attic of a blighted cottage I ran across. Cobwebs cover the wall, the floors creak when I stretch my legs. While we attempted to scale the peaks, I'm assuming to the North, we were ambushed by ghoulish creatures, and something that looked like a cross between a spider and a human. I don't know, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Hain was pulled down by his leg. He didn't go without taking a couple with him though. Unfortunately, any sense of vindication one could feel in seeing him 'go down swinging' was a shallow victory at best. They tumbled down the side of the wall and while Hain immediately died when he hit the bottom, these ghouls just splattered about. They continued to move and crawl afterwards. Linia and I made it down the side of wall, just to run into more Scourge. She fell to them and I barely made it here. I feel great shame in fleeing.
Journal Entry, Day 1
We were tasked with escorting a diplomat of some importance to the old Capital City of Lordaeron, "Undercity" as it's called now. I haven't made that journey in some time. The rest of this outfit seems to know as little as I regarding this diplomat and his business there. It's not my place to ask, but it bothers me not to know "why". We've packed light, so I'm hoping this to be a quick trip. I've left instructions for the help to water my Dreaming Glory. How disappointing it is to be tasked with this just as they've begun to bloom.
Journal Entry, Day 2
We've made it to the Ghostlands with no trouble. You can tell this diplomat is merely a pencil pusher, made evident by his incessant complaints. I've heard it said by other races that ours is far from "rough and tumble", but it's guys like this that give us all a bad name. Who am I to speak, the dirt is mucking up my boots and it's driving me mad.
Journal Entry, Day 4
We've arrived in Tranquillen, a day late. This "diplomat" dropped a satchel in the creek and refused to continue on without it. I'm starting to wonder what it was that I did to make me deserve to babysit this imbecile. This place used to be so nice, the lands lush and green and the way I remember it there were more trees. It smells of old battles, rotting flesh, ash, and mold. It's disgusting. Our hosts here have been ... accomodating. It is weird to be allied with creatures that we were once fighting against. I do not trust these "undead". We're set to leave later this afternoon.
Journal Entry, Day 6
We've left our territory and entered the Plaguelands. What a fitting name. I thought the Ghostlands was bad, there are no words to describe how filthy this place is. We were attacked earlier by a pack of dogs or wolves or some such. No serious injuries but if this is just a taste of what we have to look forward to in the next few days, I have a feeling my armor will have more than just dirt on it before we arrive at the Undercity.
Journal Entry, Day 7
Set camp up last night outside of one of the towers out here. Woke up this morning and all but two others are nowhere to be found. Daelen was to be on watch but he's among the missing. The diplomat is also missing. We dare not return to Silvermoon without at least first searching for the rest of the party. I ought be more shook, but I can't help but think of my Dreaming Glory. The last time I took a trip, I came back to a heap of missing linens. I would have asked my friend, Ravenhul, to care for my plant, but he was out on business. I better put this down and start looking.
Journal Entry, Day 9
I was to write last night, but after two solid days of searching and finding nothing, we've decided to return to Silvermoon. To stay another night in the Plaguelands is the last thing any of us want to do, but it appears we have no choice in the matter. It seems that the diplomat also held our maps and I am afraid that I do not recognize where we are exactly. I'm on watch tonight, what fun. When I get home, I'm asking for a raise.
Journal Entry, Day 10
I'm writing this from the attic of a blighted cottage I ran across. Cobwebs cover the wall, the floors creak when I stretch my legs. While we attempted to scale the peaks, I'm assuming to the North, we were ambushed by ghoulish creatures, and something that looked like a cross between a spider and a human. I don't know, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Hain was pulled down by his leg. He didn't go without taking a couple with him though. Unfortunately, any sense of vindication one could feel in seeing him 'go down swinging' was a shallow victory at best. They tumbled down the side of the wall and while Hain immediately died when he hit the bottom, these ghouls just splattered about. They continued to move and crawl afterwards. Linia and I made it down the side of wall, just to run into more Scourge. She fell to them and I barely made it here. I feel great shame in fleeing.