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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 13:43:29 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 20th
I think this time instead of just leaving before I would die, I will see if I cannot find someone that is better suited to fighting the orcs here. After all, Lakeshire is a nice little town. I would hate to see it destroyed.
The company is well capable of handling the tasks they might give me by themselves, so I am going to devote my full attention to this. I only have a week before I will need to leave, so I do not think I will be spending time on much else.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 13:43:56 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 21st
It is raining here in Duskwood. Somehow, even if it makes it darker here, it fits my mood. I don’t know why, but it’s just... nice, to see the rain falling. It reminds me of Gilneas.
I think I will just sit here and watch the rain for a while.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 13:44:21 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 22nd
I am feeling much less morose. The rain brought with it a chill wind that has swept through town and everyone is wearing plenty of layers to ward off the cold. I will admit that I am enjoying it though. Even Huktast is not irritating me nearly so much.
I am once again helping fight off the undead and worgen here. I am trying not to think about the worgen too much… these ones are so far gone that they cannot be saved, but I cannot help but feel sorry for them. I know their pain.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 13:44:50 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 23rd
I had forgotten about the old hermit up in the pass. Knowing what I now know about him, what should I do? I do not think it would be so simple as to go to the Night Watch and tell them that he is an evil old man… after all, I have no proof. But I also do not want to aid him in any way, even if it would give me that proof. I shall have to think about it.
In the meantime, there are plenty of other things I can do. The inn needs to restock its food stores, and there are always the undead. Always, always the undead.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 13:45:35 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 24th
I decided on a compromise with the hermit. I went to the commander and told her that he had asked for some… questionable items and that he seemed suspicious. She has elected to have me aid him in the hopes that they can lure him out when the town is prepared. I do not think she knows who he is, but it is likely she suspects.
I am not terribly comfortable with this, but I will try my best. So far the old man does not seem to have noticed anything – not that he is any better of an actor than I.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 15:24:37 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 25th
It is hard not to grow incautious sometimes. Even if I know better, it can take a brush with death for me to shake it off. Only yesterday I was out hunting the feral worgen when I was jumped by one that was stronger and fiercer than any I have seen here before. I was already wounded from a previous fight and it took all my skill to defeat him. Had I retreated to a safe area to bandage my injuries, this would not have happened. He did not kill me… but it was close, very close.
Perhaps I should try to find something less dangerous to do when I am feeling particularly invincible. The only problem is that there is not much I can do in these times that is not dangerous. I suppose I could always continue my research though. It may not immediately help those around me, but I would think that my survival would be of more help in the future to come.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 15:25:14 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 26th
The hermit – or I suppose I should call him the Embalmer – attacked Darkshire again right on schedule, but this time, the town was prepared. I had kept the commander informed on all of his activities, as ordered, so the attack did very little real damage.
The only duty I have left here is to defeat Morbent Fel once more. I think afterwards I shall return to Stormwind for a short time. I do not want to venture to Stranglethorn again just yet.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 2, 2012 15:25:53 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 27th
I stopped by the appraiser in the Stormwind auction house today. He tells me that several of the items I have gathered are worth a great deal to the right people. Many of the rest are not worth much, but are still useful enough to sell. We discussed their terms for a while – he wanted me to stay close by so that they could alert me should they sell anything, but I told him I had many things to do elsewhere and to forward the money to me by post. I am slowly but surely adding money to my unbinding fund. I could buy the materials for the ritual right now, but I am not so foolish as to spend all my resources and then be unable to afford more basic necessities like clothing repair and weapon care.
I am looking through the libraries of the warlock organization again. Now that I have a better idea of the problem, I can search more efficiently. It is unfortunate, however, that I am forbidden a great deal of the more powerful spell books. They tell me that I need to spend more time learning before they will allow me to view them – it is irritating that I cannot simply show them that I am more learned than they believe.
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Post by ironfear on Mar 5, 2012 12:21:19 GMT -5
3rd Life, Week the 27th
I was about to leave Stormwind when I noticed a crier scattering fliers about. Apparently, there was a traveling faire that had set up their encampment not too far from the city. I vaguely recalled having heard of the Darkmoon Faire before, but had never seen it so I decided to stop by.
The faire itself was interesting, all sorts of games and merchants, but what I noticed when I arrived was the frantic activity around what looked to be a collapsed stall of some sorts. Several of their workers had been injured when a strong gust of wind had blown it over before it was properly set up. I offered them my services, but they did not seem to need any help from one so unskilled in healing or building. They did, however, have a job that I could do – one of the injured was the merchant that sold exotic bags and small trinkets. If I took his place for the day, I’d be paid a share of gold for each ticket.
So I spent what turned out to be a very enjoyable afternoon selling bags and balloons to other adventurers. Perhaps once I have sorted everything out I should become a merchant. I brought in a respectable amount of tickets too, which netted me a fair amount of gold. It was enough to fill my wallet, and I actually had to put some of it in my equipment bags!
As for Huktast, I was able to use the money I gained from the faire to finally unbind him. My new voidwalker is Zag’nos, and while I cannot say for sure, he does not seem to be nearly as uncooperative. I was uncertain at first, but staying one more day was a good idea. After all, I finished my work in Duskwood earlier than I did in my last life, so I can still leave in the morning and arrive in Stranglethorn at about the same time.
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