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Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 16:02:38 GMT -5
Dear Ironjournal...or whatever this is,
My initial trials on knowing what I wanted to do in my life were not up to my perfect standards. Someone wanted me to be a druid, but these so called people have forgotten that the Sin'Dorei would never be caught playing with, ~it disgusts me to think~ with, Nature magic. Revolting thought. Anyways, I thought, "Hey Jani, you would make a great Paladin." So I tried that for a bit, and it was WAY to hard. ~Stupid light~ Anyways, So here I am again thrown out of my home with my trusted Dragonhawk named Autumn. She is orange and red..nevermind. Point is, this.. Neubran's: Dead. Trolls and their leader: Dead. Scourge? Well, I am not sure I want to engage with those walkers. DO you see what they look like? I have my bow, some arrows, and skin tight leather. What more could I possibly need? ...Until later jounal. Jani~
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Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 16:22:31 GMT -5
Dear Ironjournal thingy,
I decided to leave the to giant beasties in The Ghostlands to themselves, or other heros willing to kill themselves fighting big stinky things of glop. Not this woman, as I have better things to do. It would seem that while I was sent to The Undercity to visit the Banshee Queen, she sang me a little tune and I was given the song book for my return of her pretty necklace. ~I wonder how good my singing voice is? Nah...not now.~ Anyways, I looked at the board there and noticed that these Forsaken wanted help near Hillsbrad so I said why not. ~Anything is better than the gloomy Ghostlands at this point.~ So, I arrive and get to hand out a few orders to a guy named...Dumass, Orkus and Johnny Awesome. ~He is SO handsome!~ Enough of that though. Anyways, I handed out my trivial little tasks, and was sent to the Azureloade mine. Like anything, Along the way I killed bears ...yet these had spider eggs that I needed to harvest. Let me just say, cut them off without getting my hands all slimey? That was a chore. I just gave my new boney friend there at the mine the bag, as I certainly didn't want it back. Enough of that. Anyways, evidently there were murlocks causing issues and they needed to feed a some of thier new domesticaed spiders. So, after killing yet another set of slimey and now fishy people...again, I got the spider fed and headed to the mine itself. The Forsaken are so...yeah. I was instructed to capture some webbed up humans..not kill them. ~What am I some circus ringleader? I don't capture..I kill or runaway trying~ Enough of that. So, I enslaved the eight human subjects...and along the way had to free Dumass from the spiders. ~What a ..~ Then I was sent to the WORST place yet. The Sludge Fields. This place really reeked of dead and dying. The magistrate there seemed to be grateful for my arrival, and immediately set me to killing some ex-human people that were once alive, I forget thier names...Horace something...nevermind, I can't be bothered to remember. Anyways, dispatched them somewhat easily. I ran back to the Magistrate there and he started actually crying about some Jenny Awesome, and her long hair. So, I go looking for her and collect MORE gross flesh junk from these zombie things. ~What is it about Forsaken and rotting flesh collection? Why can't I pick flowers or something?~ Enough of that. Anyways, again I scrounge up the flesh in yet another nice bag, and along the way, have to dig out human seedlings? Yes, thats what I said, HUMAN SEEDLINGS. So, I plucked them from the ground and they ran off. ~Ugh gross.~ I searched a bit and found Jenny, but Jenny was really my handsome Johnny who lost his star horse. ~Poor thing~ While he was crying, Apothecary Lydon told me from this little cell that the magistrate I was working for, was really just using me to cover up his mess. So, I found the key and freed Lydon, and we went and killed three really big things. One was a fleshbag thingy, another was a zombie thingy and finally some caster thingy. Johnny and Lydon did most of the work..HEY, they insisted! Anyways...Lydon, Johnny and I confronted the magistrate and once again, they took the lead as I gave my other bag of flesh to the collector, then I assisted in killing the magistrate. That guy was a pain in the bottom, three forms, AND got my leather all slimey and threw dirt everywhere. That annoyed me ALOT, so I gave him all the arrows I had, and sent Autumn in to kill. ~That will teach him.~ Once it was over, I was still standing. I was dirty, slimed, smelly and annoyed. What did Lydon give me? A stupid magic dagger. I flew straight back to Silvermoon, sold the dagger and took a bath. Once clean, I grabbed a bed and here I am. Okay, I am done for now Ironjournal.
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Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 16:50:48 GMT -5
Dear Ironjournal,
I, Janileth Greymound, have finally realized the silliness of my ways. No longer do I have the blinders of naivety, nor the attitude that I am the center of the world. Why? Stranglethorn Vale. Yes, Ironjournal, I took the war board's call to journey and landed in the middle of a beautiful, yet deadly jungle of Ogres, Raptors and finally bloodthirsty Trolls. My initial journey into the sound rich and lush jungle, was to destroy some raptor eggs. I accomplished this easy enough, even picking up a little raptor friend that followed me back to Grom'Gol. I got a few more menial tasks..'kill the ogres, feed the baby raptor.' Again, nothing I couldn't handle. Fate, it seems made my little companion find a giant Troll skull. That is when things changed drastically for me. The leaders in the base camp decided that the Bloodscalp Trolls would need to be dealt with, and I was their girl. Cocky and Prideful, I set off into the hot and damp jungle. I dispatched a few trolls without problem, their shields and axes doing very little to me or my Autumn. Then, their shamans attacked. They wield lighting like it was a toy, hurling balls of it at me over and over. Every shock making me double over in pain, hardly able to load my crossbow. Autumn did her job as much as possible, distracting them as she could so we could take down these savages. Again, my raptor companion found things of these Trolls magic and gave me eight of samples, that I would ... if I lived, would turn over to the camp leaders. Deeper I delved into Zul'Kunda, and more did the scents of magic infused with cooked flesh pierce my nose, causing me to hesitate at times while combating the droves of Bloodscalp tribesmen. Then I heard one of their foul shamans speak... "Joo lil'elfie, joo gonna beh in ourah stew pot. Grand will beh your flesh to our tusks. Jor white and grey hair will line our clothes, jor dragonting also beh eaten. Joo can nevah bet us all.." I then saw what he meant. Lined up around me were at least six of these voodoo canabals, already summoning their spells and some charging with shield and axe. Autumn distracted two of them immediately taking their magic into her. Hearing her screech of pain, caused me to panic, shooting wildly into the fray of the Trolls, causing one to fall over. Hearing the scream of the fallen, more Trolls came from around the corner, charging me. Over and over lightning bolts seared my flesh, yet I kept firing...All I thought was, "Survive." I finally dug into myself, burned and now getting bloodied from the axemen in my face, managed to set my trap of ice, catching one and holding him from what i know was going to be a killing blow. I turned to face the onslaught and killed two more that were pulling on Autumn's wings, yet her wounds were such that she fell from the air, mortally wounded. The cannibals looked to the only intruder left..me. The six of them started howling and running toward me, and two lingered behind to cast that horrid lighting at me. I ran. I ran as hard as I could, pumping my legs with the remaining strength I had. I lost all sense of direction and rationality. Fear consumed me, I found myself leaping from a set of rocks, and getting a spear in my leg as bonus. I tumbled to the ground in pain, and started crawling away as fast as I could. Using my one good leg, I was able to crawl away from the Troll home, and to my surprise, they gave up. I would know why soon enough. I heard breathing above me, and a guttural roar followed, and peered up into a set of razor sharp raptor teeth. I raised my crossbow, and fired once, only angering it further. I knew what was coming. My end....the end....but... I heard arrows fly over my head landing their mark into the skull of the raptor, dropping it fast. The Tauren hunter smiled at me once, helped me to my feet and patted me on the back once before running off to kill more raptors. Using my hearthstone, I found myself back in Silvermoon, bloody and bleeding, but alive. Innkeeper Velandra gave me food and drink, as I bandaged my wounds. Alas, the world is more dangerous than I once believed. My folly cost me the life of my trusted friend, Autumn. I will never forget her sacrifice, and vow to be more careful and respectful of my enemies... ...I never expected this... I am alive. I ... am.... Alive. ~Jani~
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Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 18:16:32 GMT -5
Dear Ironjournal,
It appears that the command board sent me from Dustwallow Marsh, to a place far worse. The Plaguelands. Eastern side at that. So, I took a bat away from Undercity and after a small trip landed near a caravan, lead by a nice Worgen lady named Fiona. She asked me to find her companions, and bring them back alive for her. I didn't have anything pressing, so I ventured off north with my now bear companion, Sweetness. He is technically a diseased and dead bear. I did this for one main reason, I do not think I could willingly watch another living pet of mine die like my beatuiful Autumn did. Sweetness is pretty protective of me, and does his job well. I must say after finding Golbraids and his other companion Sunsomething, I know the Plaguelands are not a place for the faint of heart. More and more my weapons are becoming inneffective in dealing with the undead legions that haunt the place. The Noxious Glade, for example. This place is horrors of legend. The scourge still rule the area with an iron fist, thier mutations of nature strangling our world. Fiona's friends forced themselves with me on a quest for the Argent Crusade, and even with thier help, it nearly killed me. A huge monster, bigger than I have ever witnessed before, smelled me and took after me. Sweetness was kicked in the air multiple times, Fiona's companions were beaten and ran. This thing tore into my pathetic armor so hard I thought my arms might fall off. I did what I learned well to do in Stranglethorn Vale....I ran....I ran as hard as I could. It didn't help. The creature had his heart set to rip mine out and gave chase. I called forth the power of the cheetah and started to outrun him, only to see why he laughed loudly...There were scourge blocking my exit. The next thing that happened, I was knocked to the ground, and that things fist bearing down on me. It punched once, and my blood flew in many directions.... Upon that hit, I screamed out and lay there. The monstrosity sniffed for a second more and left, taking his undead friends with him. I waited a few seconds before peeking a blackened eye open, all clear. Again, I summoned my hearthstone and was again wisked away back to the brighness of Silvermoon, where I once again escaped death by mere seconds. ...The Plaguelands....Go there only if you are a fool....The undead rule there... I am however, now a full member of the Argent Crusade.
~Jani
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Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 23:02:16 GMT -5
Dear Ironjournal,
I am not sure why my fellow hunters made me turn in my bow and give up my pet just because I got beaten senseless from a few whelps. I was actually on a mission helping the red dragonflight! I was tasked with escorting around this group of evidently dumb Orcs, that have a problem with taking commands, unlike my poor freed Sweetness. I remember thinking to myself, "These nutcases are going to get me killed." I wasn't far from the truth. We worked and killed a few of these corrupted black dragons and thier leaders, and were finally sent to kill the minor brood mother. Thats when the worst happened. We plowed into the whelps fast enough, my arrows flying true into the targets. The Orc's saw the brood mother there, and RAN OFF leaving me. I wasn't concerned at first, as the whelps were more interested in protecting thier mother, rather than a wimpy looking elven woman with a half broken bow. So, I am there flinging arrows into the mother, she lost her interest in the Orc's (my interest in them waned way before, so I understand her rationle.) So I adjusted my position .... and .... wouldn't you know it? I slid down into a small hole, screaming as I slid. Whelps? Yeah, they heard me. I used my trap, caught one...the other three kept throwing fireballs at me.... ...Then I woke up in Silvermoon, facing my instructors. They pulled me nearly dead out of the mess, and dragged me home to remove me as a hunter. I was an embarrassment to them. Right. Well to fel with them. So speaking of Fel, I decided a change was necessary. I started training as a warlock. I got to play with a voidwalker and an imp, and before long I was feeling that power. So I trudged back into the Ghostlands, and was facing some trolls, and the instructor didn't like my method, and pulled my training. So...again another career change. I no longer have companions, I am with my Fire, Ice and Arcane. I am a mage. Until later...
~Jani
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Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 23:26:20 GMT -5
Dear Iron Journal,
I have found myself in Silverpine Forest, working with the Forsaken. The Banshee Queen has inspired me, and I found a calling amoung thier ranks. I have recently been working with Lady Sylvanas and clearing out the cursed Worgen. I have been awarded many things from my instructors, and now am able to once again ride on my mount, and have access to better spells. I despise my instructors in Silvermoon, all they do is look on me with contempt. Yet, the forsaken have taken me in, without question. I was even honored enough to ride along side the Queen on our way to the Sepulcher. It wasn't all gore and revenge, there was a bit of fun working on waking up some Sea Dog Orc's with barrels of ale. Sailors, I do not understand them. Enough for now though.
~Jani
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Post by ironmikey on Feb 17, 2012 0:45:39 GMT -5
Ironjournal,
The road between Silverpine and Hillsbrad was tough, but not as tough as the demands required in the southern half of the barrens. Ther creatures and men are stronger than ever before, resistent to magic, and above all...supernatural. I mean normal lions can leap over thirty feet to get to me just after I cast a spell! Unreal. So, I decided to take a bit of a break and enjoy the Lunar Festival, shooting off fireworks, firecrackers and drinking an oddball moonbeverage. I was even able to aquire a nice new dress from the festival giver in Moonglade upon my visit there. I will be on the road again soon, but for now, it is a time of life and celebration. ~Jani
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Post by ironmikey on Feb 17, 2012 23:49:06 GMT -5
Dear Ironjournal,
Its been a long and fun journey so far. My teachers think I learn quickly, and are often suprised when I show up with fresh bruises and light pink scar tissue. The important thing is I am alive. I don't know how, but I am. This all started when my trainers sent me to Feralas. I was given a few menial tasks, like -kill the infected moosethingys- and after I returned, the kind Tauren told me why. The corruption was being fed from a horrible harpy named Edna Darkheart, and her ilk nearby. So armed with my new spell that protects me from fire, frost and arcane..I set off. These flying things are relentless, and thier claws hurt badly. I was able to bring down enough of them, thier casters included to procure a horn in which to summon the head witch herself. I found her summoning stone, and blew the horn, then ran to hide in the trees. Luck was on my side, and she didn't spot me in the tangle. I cast my spells as fast as I could, some slowing her, some keeping her from casting, and might mighty fireball. The harpy lay dead ar my feet, her razor sharp claws twitching. I didn't have time to waste, so using my small dagger I cut her frozen heart from her chest, and ran before her armies could see me. I got back, turned over the bloody thing, and found out...of course..my chore wasn't done. My next mission, brought back vivid memories of my days as a hunter...Whelps. These were corrupt green ones, and needed to be brought down. What is it with poison and me? These stupid whelps shrugged off my spells and were buring holes all over my body. I hate whelps. Well, I got them all wrapped up and ... dead... Then I of course run back to be sent - right back where I was! Why couldn't I just have closed this goofy portal before? Sometimes these assignments are I think for humility. Anyways, I get to the isle, bring down more dragonkind, and have to fight one of thier bigger drakes ... Lethlas. I knew I had to keep the four sets of claws off me, and blink around faster than I ever have. If I learned anything before with the harpies, it was to avoid their claws. This drake was no different. I was nearly drained of stamina and mana before the beast fell, wings folded. I stumbled up the stairway, and sealed the portal. I found my trusted guardian steed, and pulled myself into the saddle, bloody and nearly dead. A short ride later I was back to the Tauren taskmaster, where after I reported in, I passed out on a few blankets. I am certainly no worse for the wear, and plan my next missions from here. Until later...
~Jani
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