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Post by katrii on May 25, 2012 23:32:41 GMT -5
Kahtraa died at Level 75 but I've already re-rolled another paladin - Kahlee. I will be keeping a journal for her as I really enjoyed writing them for the others. For those who read these, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing them. The first entry can be found below. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was but a child on Draenor when Kil’jaeden and his horde of Orcs attacked our people nearly wiping us out. I remember the terror I felt as I heard the screams and the clashing of weapons. Peering from under the arms of she who shielded me from the violence, I saw the blue blood of our fallen defenders upon the paths of Shattrath. I remember our fleeing our once glorious city to the marshes of Zangarmarsh to escape the death and destruction behind us.
We hid from the Orcs and the burning legion for many years until Velen decided to try to wrest control of the Exodar from the Blood Elves in an attempt to escape Draenor. Not knowing that the elves had damaged the Exodar’s engines we made the planeshift only to go hurtling out of control and finally landing on this planet called Azeroth.
I had a strong affinity for the Light and found myself training in the ways of the Light even at my young age (yes, I am barely considered an adult of my race). I excelled in my training and grew stronger and more adept in the use of the Light thanks to my mentor, Vindicator Amiia. She took me under her wing and taught me all she knew. While I was adept at my calling, the Triumvirate decided that I needed to grow in my knowledge of this world. I didn’t have what they called “life experience.” It was felt that before I completed my entry into the Order of the Hand of Argus, I needed to learn more of the other races that share this planet we found ourselves on.
While arrangements are being made for me to work with the other races, I am assigned to help with various tasks at Azure Watch. I am both excited and scared about this new direction my life is taking. May the Light guide me and keep me safe on this journey I will be embarking on soon.
Kahlee ((currently Level 6))
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Post by katrii on May 27, 2012 23:45:05 GMT -5
The tasks I found myself doing at Azure Watch was not very taxing. They consisted of clearing the infected nightstalkers in the area, hunting the stags for meat, gathering medicinal plants and going out on patrols. After a couple of weeks of this, I received notice that passage on a ship to Stormwind had been booked for me in two days’ time. Amiia saw me off and told me to learn all I could from these other paladins.
It was my first time on a sea voyage and I asked so many questions of the captain and the crew that I’m surprised they didn’t toss me overboard. Yet they all took the time to answer my questions and explain the functions of the different parts of the ship. The trip went by so fast and we were pulling into port in Stormwind before I knew it. I was met at the dock by one of the dwarven paladins, Dolim Brightfist, who had come to escort me to Ironforge. I could feel the Light radiating in him and I strive to have strength like that. We took the Deeprun Tram which runs from Stormwind to Ironforge for he said it would give us time to talk. He spoke to me of the politics of Ironforge and some of its past and present. He told me of the surrounding areas and what has been happening in them. He also gave me advice on the best places to get ales and stouts – I’m not too sure how that is supposed to be helpful to me but I’m keeping an open mind.
When we arrived, he presented me to The Council of the Three Hammers – I felt an affinity with Muradin Bronzebeard and Falstad Wildhammer but I took an instant dislike to Moira Thaurissan. Fortunately I will not have much doings with the Council after that initial meeting as Dolim is in charge of me and my training for the duration of my stay. We do some training and he seems satisfied with my progress so far along my chosen path. He has assigned me to help the townfolk in Kharanos. The tasks are pretty much the same as what I did at Azure Watch but instead of the pleasant trees surrounding me, I am beset by the cold. The dwarves are a sturdy lot. They work hard and play hard and I find myself liking these people. They teach me much and I believe Dolim’s intent was to get me used to the dwarven people and to let them get used to me. After a couple of months, Dolim sent me to Loch Modan. He told me that at that point, my contacts in Loch Modan will send me to my next assignment and it had been decided that each contact in the new place would send me on when my tasks were completed.
I had made some good friends in Kharanos and they drank to my health and sent me on my way to Loch Modan with many tidbits of advice. Upon arrival in Loch Modan, I met up with Faldoc Stonefaith who was to be my contact for my stay there. Once I settled in, they put me to work. I hunted troggs, murlocs, bears, wasps, and foxes among other things and I helped stop the Twilight’s Cult group of ogres in the area. Everyone I came into contact with has taught me something and I am gaining confidence in my skills and myself. After many months calling this place home, Faldoc is sending me to the Wetlands to help out where I can there. I am now looking forward to each new land I go to and the people I will meet there.
Kahlee ((currently Level 22)
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Post by katrii on May 28, 2012 19:58:58 GMT -5
Before I could leave for the Wetlands, a missive arrived for me at the inn. It seems that the Triumvirate was recalling me back to the Exodar. There was no explanation just the orders to return as soon as possible. So I immediately returned to Ironforge to speak with Dolim, who had no information to share with me on this change of orders. He did escort me back to Stormwind and help me book passage on the next ship to Azuremyst Isle.
I was met at the dock by Amiia. She gave me a big hug and told me not to worry, that my recall was nothing bad and that the Triumvirate would explain. They wanted to see me immediately so Amiia took my bags while I made my way to the council chamber.
I’m not sure what I was expecting but what I heard from them wasn’t even close. It seems that Velen had a vision regarding me and the path I needed to follow. Before I could follow this path I was to find, I needed to prove myself worthy to enter into the Order of the Hand of Argus and in order to do this, I was to help the Order with the blood elves on Bloodmyst Isle. The activity had picked up there and they were up to something with the Vector Coil. I was told to set out immediately and lend my aid where needed.
I was assigned to scout the area to the west of Blood Watch for blood elf activity. I found a group of blood elves scavenging the Cryo-Core to the west and moved in closer to see what they were up to. As far as I could see, they were stripping anything of value from the Core and as there were so many of them, there was nothing I could do stop them. As I made my way around the Cryo-Core, I noticed a body inside the broken remains. During a lull on that side of the wreckage I made my way to the body to see if I could identify it. It looked like the elves had scavenged what they could off of even this body of one of our own. A short distance away from him, I did find a book that looked like it had been tossed carelessly aside and decided to take it with me. I said a blessing over the body and took my leave.
I had found other camps further west of Blood Watch and took their numbers the best I could before I returned to Blood Watch to report my findings. As I neared Blood Watch, I came riding around a corner into a small patrol of blood elves. Fortunately they were as surprised as I was and I used my mount to my advantage crushing several before they came to their senses. As the elekk was stepping on them, I dropped to the ground to finish off those few remaining. Once I settled the elekk down, I inspected the bodies searching them for any clues as to their presence on the road. I found some missives which I immediately took with me. Upon arriving at Blood Watch, I took the book and missives to Vindicator Kuros, who then bid me to rest while they looked into the things I had brought.
It was not much later that I heard a commotion outside the inn and went to investigate. It seems that the book I had brought back, belonged to a technician on the Cryo-Core, Galaen, who had been the husband to Morae, an herbalist. Galaen had recorded the beating and torture of Vindicator Saruan at the hands of a blood elf, Matis. Saruan had been Kuros’ mentor and upon reading these happenings, Kuros was enraged and vowed that Matis would pay for his actions. We are to search for this Matis and return him alive to Kuros.
The next morning, I was given my assignment of closing a sun gate which was being used by the blood elves to bring in more reinforcements from Outland to help with the syphoning off of energy of the Vector Coil. It was upon my return trip from destroying the sun gate, that I crossed paths with a lone blood elf rider. From the description I had been given, I knew this was Matis. Following orders, I shot off a flair for help and engaged him in battle to keep him there until help arrived. He was arrogant and taunted me trying to get me to make a foolish error but I kept my wits about me until help arrived. We were able to subdue him and brought him back to Blood Watch.
He was brought before the image of Velen boasting of the acts he had done and that of the blood elves in regards to the Vector Coil. Their plan was to ultimately capture the Exodar and take the Naaru to syphon off its energies. Velen condemned these acts and sentenced Matis to death at the next sunrise. Knowing this, I believe Matis purposely taunted Kuros; telling him of the final moments of Saruan. This drove Kuros over the edge and he attacked and killed Matis before anyone could so much as blink. Velen gave the order to destroy the blood elves, the vector coil and this Sironas. Our forces were gathered and we made a full attack on the Vector Coil that next morning. We destroyed the Coil and killed any blood elf we came across on our way to the top of the mountain where Sironas was collecting energy. When the source of the power was cut, Sironas and her forces attacked us but we fought with the ferocity and determination of those who are protecting their homes and loved ones. In the end, we were victorious but the price was indeed high. Many were dead and many more were wounded but the threat was ended.
There was a great celebration once we returned to Blood Watch and the wounded had been tended to. Even Velen came in person to congratulate everyone. In the midst of this celebration, the Triumvirate called me to them and told me that I had showed myself to be more than worthy to join the ranks of the Hand of Argus and they bestowed upon me the time-honored tabard that the Order wore. Then Velen was beside me and taking my arm, he drew me to the side. He told me that the visions he had seen regarding me showed him that I had something to yet do with my life and that in order to be prepared for this I must make my way in this world learning what I could from those I came into contact with. Velen hadn’t seen what exactly I was destined to do or become but he knew that I had to be set free to do it on my own. If I needed help from the Order, all I had to was ask but the path I was now going to follow was one I had to forge on my own. He kissed me on the forehead, asked the Light to guide and watch over me and turned to return to the Exodar.
I now have to figure out what to do with myself and how to find this path I’m supposed to follow. I believe that I will go to the Wetlands and continue from there. Surely the Light would have already been guiding me earlier and besides, I seem to have acquired a taste for dwarven stout.
Kahlee ((currently Level 24))
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Post by katrii on Jun 1, 2012 11:51:54 GMT -5
I made my way to Menethil Harbor which is still rather flooded since the cataclysm. The townfolk are working on getting it cleaned up but it seems to be taking them some time. I checked at the inn for a room and a hot meal and struck up a conversation with the innkeeper. He told me if I was looking for some work, to talk to a couple of people in town who had some tasks that needed done. I thanked him for the information and retired for the night. I was up early the next day and looked these people up. The tasks were pretty easy – kill sharks in the surrounding area, get some crab meat for stews and kill the murlocs who were attacking travelers on the road into Menethil.
Once I had completed all those jobs, the innkeeper told me to go see Shilah Slabchisel at Swiftgear Station just northeast of Menethil. So I headed that way killing off a few murlocs I had missed earlier. She seemed to be somewhat anxious and when I told her the innkeeper had sent me she seemed to relax a bit. She told me that a shipment of gold ingots from the royal treasury had been stolen by the Mosshide gnolls and asked me to help her retrieve them. It sounded like an easy enough job so I agreed to help. The gnolls really aren’t very smart or good fighters. I checked all their camps that I could find and managed to retrieve a good amount of ingots in a couple of days. Shilah was appreciative for what I was able to recover even though there were still a good deal missing.
I mentioned to Shilah that I had seen some Dwarves out there while I was retrieving the gold. She told me she was aware of their presence and that they were Dark Iron Dwarves and when I indicated that I didn’t know anything about that branch of Dwarves she gave me a brief history of her people. We couldn’t figure out what the Dark Irons were up to so I went back to scout them out a bit. I noticed that they were capturing the Mosshide gnolls but I couldn’t find any clue as to why. I decided to try to disrupt their operations by freeing as many gnolls as I could. I wasn’t as successful as I would have liked but I did what I could before being forced to retreat back to Swiftgear Station.
Shilah hadn’t been idle while I was scouting, she had found a camp of Dark Iron Dwarves just to the east of our location and found out that the leader of this small group, Yorla Darksnare, was up there. Shilah put forth to me that if Yorla was removed the Dark Irons would probably leave the area. We decided it was the best plan we had and several hours before dawn found us making our way to Yorla’s camp.
There were only a few guards around and we dispatched theme quickly and quietly. Moving as quietly as we could, we scouted the tents and located Yorla’s. We need a distraction because we knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Shilah found some gunpowder and we tossed around the idea of just blowing up the entire camp but decided against it because we could guarantee that Yorla would be killed in the explosion. Instead, Shilah set up smaller explosions to destroy their weapons and some of the tents giving us the chance to kill Yorla in the confusion and it worked like a charm.
At the sound of the first explosion, everyone poured out of their tents to see what was going on. Then there were several other explosions which the majority of the Dwarves started running toward. Yorla had emerged armed from her tent at the first explosion and before she could start shouting orders, I charged her. She was good. She sensed my attack and countered it. I knew I couldn’t let this fight drag on too long and I pressed my attack forcing her back into the tent and limiting her mobility (and mine as well). Since I knew what was going on, I had the advantage of not being distracted by the commotion going on outside and it proved to my advantage as I finally managed to get in a killing blow. According to our plan, Shilah should have already started making her way back toward Swiftgear Station and I quickly darted out of the tent and with a quick look around to make sure I was unnoticed, I headed that way myself.
Hidden in a copse, we watched as the Dark Iron Dwarves put out the fires and assess the damage to their camp. One of them finally wondered why Yorla wasn’t among them and went to her tent to check on her. He came running out almost immediately. There was much talking, yelling and gesturing. From the snippets of conversation that came to us upon the wind, it seemed that we managed to kill Yorla’s second in command with the explosions and the rest of them didn’t know what to do. With them in discord, we returned to Swiftgear Station to rest up and grab a bite to eat and discuss our next move.
That evening, Shilah returned to the Dark Iron’s camp to scout them out and when she returned to Swiftgear Station, she told me that the Dwarves had moved out of the area. She figures they are returning to Shadowforge City for further instructions. With this problem resolved, I decided to move on. Shilah told me that if I was looking for more work, I should probably head to the Greenwardens Grove. Tomorrow I will head that way.
Kahlee ((currently Level 28))
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Post by katrii on Jun 3, 2012 17:20:33 GMT -5
I made my way to the Greenwardens Grove and found a little bit of work there; not much worth mentioning. I was getting somewhat tired and thought to make my way to Stormwind for a little bit of down time and to plan what I wanted to do next.
Stormwind is a very busy place with people from all over the world there. I booked a room at The Gilded Rose for several days, changed into something more comfortable than my armor and set about seeing the town. I met many merchants and everyone was pleasant to speak with. I spent some time at the Cathedral meditating and getting in touch with the Light. I found that this has recharged me and it was something I really needed. Over the next couple of days I would find myself at the Golden Keg in the evening for some of the Dwarven stout that I’ve become rather partial to. It was a good break from all that traveling.
By the end of the week, I found myself setting out for parts south of Stormwind. I found myself in Duskwood in a town called Darkshire. This area had fallen under a curse having to do with a night elf and the Scythe of Elune. The complete story is not known but the Scythe is responsible for the worgen which infect the area now and because of the Scythe’s presence the Black Riders had appeared and spread destruction before disappearing with the Scythe.
I helped as I could with destroying some feral worgen who were terrorizing parts of Duskwood. I found someone who said that a group of Gilneans, humans who suffer the worgen curse, is trying to help those worgen who still retain a part of their sanity. He had seen a lone worgen on a farm and asked me to investigate and see if this worgen might be saved. It sounded like a worthy cause to me so I agreed. At the farm, I found many wandering spirits and by the power of the Light I put them to rest and allowed them to complete their journey to the afterlife. I found signs that something was living at the farm and went to investigate the farm house which was empty of life; all that remained was broken and discarded items from the lives of those who used to reside there. I next checked the barn and as I was looking about, I was charged by something large and furry and I found myself knocked to the ground as the worgen escaped past me. The fact that he didn’t just try and kill me told me that there probably remained vestiges of his humanity within him. I reported my findings to Apprentice Fess who was excited and asked to go to Raven Hill and speak with his master, Harris.
This Master Harris was intrigued with my find and asked me to track this lone worgen down and return him to Raven Hill. Master Harris felt that this worgen might be saved and he gave me a potion to use on the worgen to render him unconscious. It took me many days to find this lost soul but find him I did. It took a bit of a tussle to be to use the potion on him but I finally managed. Upon my return, Harris worked quickly to get the treatment started and after what seemed like days, sanity returned to the worgen who turned out to be Sven Yorgen, a local farmer thought to be dead. The last thing that Sven remembered before the curse took him over was Morbent Fel the necromancer corrupting Duskwood. He asked me if I would help him by looking for this Morbent Fel as he wasn’t yet up to the task due to his treatment. This necromancer was responsible for the deaths of many of his friends. As a representative of the Light, stopping a creature like this, if he still lived, would be my duty.
I searched the Raven Hill cemetery and surrounding area for this Morbent Fel. I found many undead creatures walking about. I destroyed each one as I came across it but found no other sign of Morbent Fel until I searched one house and found the bloodied robes and hat which matched the description I was given for Morbent Fel. The blood was only a brown stain showing that much time had passed but the fact that undead still roamed the area made me wonder if he was really dead. I returned to Sven with my findings.
While I related my story to Sven, Sister Elsington approached to listen as well. When I had finished she told me that they had come to the same conclusion – that Morbent Fel might have died but returned as a more powerful Lich. She told me the evil she felt emanating from the cemetery came mostly from the catacombs and that is where she believes the Lich to be. She also told me of an artifact of the Light which was used to slay Morbent Fel initially that she believed was still in the catacombs as well. With that artifact aiding me I should have no problem in dealing with the Lich.
I entered the catacombs and opened my senses to the Light to let it guide me to the artifact. Once it was found, I could see that it had taken damage and pieces were missing. After much searching, I found the missing pieces and with the artifact whole once more, proceeded to where I felt the evil aura.
Morbent Fel had surrounded himself with his mindless, undead minions which was no match for me. Then it was time for me to face the Lich. This would be my first test of strength and faith on my own and there was a brief glimmer of fear in my heart. I steeled myself and called out to the Lich. As it turned around I used the artifact to weaken his defenses and then calling upon the power of the Light I attacked. His unholy power was no match for the Light and in the end he was defeated. With his death, I could feel the evil in the area lessening.
I returned to Sister Elsington with the artifact and the news of the Lich’s death. She was relieved to hear of it and told me that she would go to the catacombs herself and make sure his remains were turned to ash herself and I but nodded and turned in for some rest before I returned to the road. This place is depressing and even though the evil has lessened it will take a lot of time for it to maybe return to the way it was in the past before evil settled in so deeply. May the Light help these people of Duskwood.
Kahlee ((currently Level 32))
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Post by katrii on Jun 4, 2012 22:30:34 GMT -5
Once I left Duskwood, I continued on my way south. I entered a jungle area called Stranglethorn Vale. I found it was very lush with vegetation and full of things that wanted to kill and eat me. I came across a hunting camp and joined them for the night. The head of the hunters, Nesingwary, invited me to go on a hunt with them the next day. I thought about it for a bit and turned down their offer as I didn’t feel taking a life without just cause.
I was up early with the hunters, thanked them for their hospitality and went on my way. The hunters had told me that the coast wasn’t far off and I headed that direction. I thought the sea air would help clear my head after Duskwood. What the hunters failed to mention was that there were Trolls camped near the coast where I was headed. I ended up routing the small party of Trolls and continued to the coast since I could now smell the sea air. As I walked the beach, I saw something sparkling a little bit ahead of me. As I approached, I saw that it was a bottle which the sunlight was glinting off. I stopped to pick it up and noticed there was a note in the bottle. I found that very strange but I opened the bottle and pulled the note only to read a plea for help from someone that was being held captive. My only clue as to the person’s whereabouts was brief descriptions of what could be seen offshore.
I can’t ignore a plea for help so I folded the note, put it in my pouch and turned my horse’s nose to the south. The hunters had told me of a port town called Booty Bay. I thought it might be a good place to start as the note mentioned sailing ships and I might be able to find a map maker there as well.
After talking with the map maker, I determined where this person must be being held – an island just off the east coast of the Cape. I made my way out there to find many jaguars roaming the island. I avoided as many as I could but had to kill the rest. After killing one of the cats, I came around the corner to see a female Tauren sitting by a fire crying. I didn’t understand the entire story of how she got there but the bottom line was that a giant ape, Skymane King Mukla, had the key to her chains. I went in search of King Mukla and he wasn’t that difficult to find. Getting to him was a little harder as I was still having to deal with the jaguars and some monkeys. He wasn’t much of a challenge even if he did manage to send me flying backward several times. I grabbed the key and hurried back to the Tauren, unlocked her bonds and helped her flee to Booty Bay. I figured that from there she can contact her people and get escorted back home.
While in Booty Bay, I found a ship that was heading to Ratchet, a port town in Kalimdor. On the spur of the moment I decided to book passage on it and the next day found me on the seas once more. Ratchet isn’t much. It’s run by goblins and feels sort of rundown to me but I was able to purchase supplies and a map of the area. I headed out from the town for the Southern Barrens. From my understanding the land used to be larger until the cataclysm tore the land in sunder. There are places here that are lush so I decide to check them out while I avoided the lions and raptors in the area – I didn’t want to get eaten.
I reached one of these oases and it felt …. wrong. I can’t explain it but the energy of the place was wrong. As I lead my horse through the undergrowth I was actually attacked by a plant. This shocked me – not only did I have to look out for the wildlife but also the plant life. I stumbled across a small camp startling a couple of druids. They were gracious and offered me their hospitality for the night. I asked them if they knew what was wrong with the oases and one of them, Naralex, told me his story. He and his followers had tried to bring water to the Barrens and only partially succeeded and while he was in the Emerald Dream (a dreamscape that druids may enter and is ruled by Ysera, the emerald drake) a malevolent force used him to corrupt the waters, wildlife and his followers. He was awakened by some adventurers and his only remaining disciple but the damage was already done. The corruption continues in the oases and he was trying to make it right. I offered him my help as I couldn’t stand the wrongness I was feeling.
We went out to cull the corrupted wildlife and the plant life as well. It was hard work and after a week we had made a dent in the corruption. Upon the destruction of one of the plant creatures on my way back to camp, I found a squirming piece of plant stuff and took it to Naralex that he might tell me what it was. He was aghast when he took it. He told me that with what he held in his hand his worst fears were realized. This corruption wasn’t just an overabundance of energy but the work of the Nightmare (which is a corruption of the Emerald Dream). He said a rift must have been torn in this area and Naralex was going to try to close it. He told me that he understood if I didn’t want to help him with this but it was too important not to help. He spent a day preparing for the ritual and we went to the Nightmare Scar to do battle.
While he did the ritual to close it, I was to stop anything from escaping the rift. This sounded so easy but when he started the ritual to close the rift, shadow creatures came from it to attack him. I stood between him and these creatures and with the power of the Light upon me, I destroyed them. I don’t know how long it took but I swung my sword until I could no longer feel my arm and my blood flowed freely from the many wounds I took yet still I stood strong. As he finished the ritual a final shadow creature emerged and it took all I had to kill it and then it was done. Naralex came to me and helped me up. He gave me a small hug and told me that we had done it; the rift was closed and the source of the corruption was gone. With the work we had done, the oases would be free to cleanse itself and the wildlife and plant life would return to normal eventually.
Back at the camp, Naralex and his disciple bandaged me up and let me slumber while they talked of what they still needed to do to help the recovery of the oases. I was sore the next day but bid Naralex farewell as I had decided to return to Ratchet to recover from injuries and get my armor and sword repaired.
Kahlee ((currently Level 38))
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Post by katrii on Jun 7, 2012 17:15:38 GMT -5
I have found myself in Feralas on the continent of Kalimdor. It is a lush jungle full of Night Elf ruins and Gordunni Ogres. I found a couple of Night Elf campsites but they didn’t need my help with anything even though they were gracious enough to feed me and give me shelter for the night. I eventually made my way to Feathermoon Stronghold which is a strong Night Elf presence in this area. The Sentinels there were busy holding off the naga from their shores. I offered my aid but was told that there was more need for me at the camp of the Tower of Estulan as they were dealing with the Ogres. I thanked them and headed out in that direction.
They did indeed need my help at the Tower of Estulan and I was immediately put to work. The Ogres were digging around the Ruins of Isildien and the highborne Estulan was worried what might happen if the Ogres get their hands on any ancient highborne relics. I was to eliminate the Ogre presence at the Ruins. On my way out of camp, I was pulled aside by Vestia Moonspear, a mage, who told me that one of her apprentices went missing. He was apparently interested in a lost amulet at the Darkmist Ruins. As I would be near that area, she wondered if I would look for this missing student of hers. I told her I would look through the ruins for him.
I made my way out to the Darkmist Ruins to discover many highborne spirits there. I also felt an aura of evil over the place so I scouted the ruins very carefully. In one of the buildings I found the body of a Night Elf matching the description of the lost student. Checking the body told me had been dead for some time but he had no mark of violence upon his person. As I had knelt by his body, an apparition appeared crying out for help. It startled me but I responded to the apparition who was surprised that I could hear her. She told me that she and the other spirits here were being held to this world by a demon called Virinias. She asked if I could destroy him and set them all free. I thought that this Virinias was the source of the evil aura I sensed and agreed to destroy this demon.
I made my way to the other side of the ruins to the tree the apparition mentioned and using the words of power I was given, I summoned him to this spot. With a roar he charged me upon appearing in front of me. By the power of the Light I was able to stun him momentary and gained the upper hand on the fight. After that he went down fairly quick. As I started to turn away, I saw a ghostly scene play out in front of me - two highborne elves (a male and a female who looked like the apparition who asked me to free her) speaking to each other and I could just barely make out their conversation. The man was speaking to the woman of leaving to follow some who had gone before. The woman responds by calling him Verinias (I was shocked as that was the name of the demon I had just slain) and telling him that it was too late as he should have left earlier. With that she casts a spell on the man, who cries out in pain and horror, turning him into the demon I just faced. Then the two fade into nothingness. I stand there for many moments trying to make sense of what I had just seen. I come to the conclusion that I have been used by a foul spirit for her own purposes. The only good coming out of this seems to be that I managed to finally free the spirit of Verinias and put him to rest.
I returned to the building containing the body of the apprentice and the apparition of Sensiria (as she was addressed by Verinias in the tableau I had just witnessed). She was elated that she was now free and in a trice turned into a demoness. I fell back and went to draw my sword. She laughed at me and told me that after turning Verinias into a demon he kept her trapped in this building by not letting her have any souls to devour thereby weakening her. The apprentice who stumbled upon her was the first soul she had devoured in ages. With that, she gave a laugh, thanked me for freeing her and disappeared.
My knees gave out and I sank to the floor. I had just freed a demon by mistake and who knows what the consequences would be. I stood up and turned to leave when a glint of light caught my attention. There in the pedestal was a pendant where before there was none. I reached out and took it up. Looking it over, I thought that this might be the amulet that the apprentice had been searching for. Being able to do nothing else, I returned to Vestia with the news of her lost apprentice and handed the amulet over to her. She has saddened by the death of the young man but thankful for the news and the amulet. She was going to have to study it to see what properties it may possess.
I never got around to dealing with the Ogres. I will get to them tomorrow; tonight I need to rest and gather my wits. I don’t like being used like that; especially by a demon.
Kahlee ((currently Level 41))
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Post by katrii on Jun 10, 2012 16:41:41 GMT -5
I awoke the next morning ready to get to work. I wasn’t sure how easy this task was going to be. The general impression of Ogres are that they are dumber than bricks but they do have warlocks and mages so they can’t all be dumb. This could be tricky.
I made my way to the Ruins of Isildien to assess the situation and see the best way to go about this. They were fairly spread out and no guards in sight. I felt that was rather emboldened of them to think that the Alliance would take this intrusion silently. I started by picking those in the more remote areas off first and working my way in to the more populated area. While the mages and warlocks are more intelligent than their fighters they were still so arrogant that the thought of crying for aid didn’t occur to them until they were feeling the final blow. If they had just alerted the entire area I would not have been successful in my task.
I had killed a good many before any kind of an alert was raised and then they were on their guard. That night I picked off some more to cause panic among their ranks and the next morning they were very anxious. I used that to my advantage by causing distractions in one area and attacking from a different direction. I was meticulous and picked them off one by one until, after many days of this tactic, only a few were left and those left the Ruins in a panic. I returned to the Tower of Estulan with the news of a successful task along with an orb that had fallen from the robes of one of the warlocks (I had no idea what this was used for but I thought if it was arcane in nature Estulan might know something about it). Estulan hadn’t seen such an orb before but was worried as to what it might mean. I left him to his study of the orb and went in search of something to eat and to get some rest before my task was assigned.
Sure enough, a little time later, Estulan summoned me and asked me to capture a Gordok mage. He gave me an orb similar to what I had brought him and told me to use it on the mage as it would charm him making it easier to return. This sounded easy enough so I took the orb and set out of the Dire Maul. There were many Ogres outside the walls of Dire Maul and it took me some time to identify a mage, I had to kill some Ogres to make my way closer to Dire Maul to find one. I was spotted by the mage as I drew close and he immediately attacked me. I was able to avoid his arcane blasts and got in a stun so I would be able to use the orb on him. After that, it was merely a return trip to the Tower and turning the mage and orb over to Estulan. Once he questioned the mage, he found out that Cho’gall of the Twilight Hammer was using the Gordok Ogres to gain access to the forbidden powers within Dire Maul. If he gained the power that was the downfall of the Shen’dralar, a powerful and skilled sect of the Highborne, then it would be bad news for the Alliance. The mage also provided us the fact that Cho’gall was currently holding a sermon in the Dire Maul arena trying to get the Gordunni Ogres to join his cause. This would be a perfect opportunity to put a stop to this. If we could interrupt the sermon and show that Cho’gall and his Twilight Hammer supporters were not as strong as they represented themselves to the Ogres, it could prevent the Ogres from joining their cause.
I headed out to Dire Maul to interrupt the sermon and cause as much confusion as I could. Silvia had gone to Feathermoon to gather the sentinels to attack Cho’gall in the confusion. I reached the arena and saw Cho’gall speaking to a gathering of Ogres. He was well spoken and had them enthralled. I made my way to the entrance of the arena trying to decide how best to continue when I was spotted and called out by Cho’gall. The arrogant thing sent one of his sergeants to kill me and when that failed he sent a second. As that one fell to my axe, he entered the arena himself. I steeled myself for battle when the battle horn of the Sentinels sounded and the Night Elves poured into the arena. The Gordunni Ogres were thrown into disarray as Cho’gall and his followers attacked our forces. The battle that followed was fierce and bloody. The Sentinels are elite warriors and I would hate to face them in battle. As his followers fell around him, Cho’gall threw out a great blast of energy which knocked us back and used that time to use a spell to escape. The remaining Ogres fled the arena and the area while the Sentinels secured Dire Maul. We had averted what could have been a catastrophe. Now Estulan and his apprentices will have the chance to investigate Dire Maul and secure any ancient Highborne relics so that their power will not fall into enemy hands.
I am returning Feathermoon Stronghold for some rest and supplies before I continue my travels.
Kahlee ((currently Level 46))
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Post by katrii on Jun 13, 2012 15:37:16 GMT -5
It has been months since I’ve been able to write in this journal. I’ll have to give a condensed version of what I’ve been doing unless I want to write a book in this thing.
I left Feralas and found my way to Dustwallow Marsh. Upon enter this area I saw a man poking around in a burnt-out building. I stopped to ask if I could be of assistance as I thought something might be wrong. He explained that he was investigating the murders of the family that resided there. He told me that the husband had managed to escape the slaughter but his wife and son and the few travelers that had been in residence at the inn at the time had not been so lucky. We found the remains of many adults and even a few children which said that a family or two of travelers had stopped there for rest before the attack.
The husband had lost his reason after that and sort of wanders around Theramore. I offered my aid and we discovered clues that pointed to Tauren doing this deed. This didn’t make much sense as I could not see a Tauren perpetrating such a heinous act. I helped with investigation and spent a lot of time running all over the Marsh gathering clues. It seems that a tribe of Tauren called the Grimtotems had moved into the Marsh and these Tauren were not above slaughtering innocents in their grab for territory. They had attacked military targets before but if they are willing to target non-military personnel then they had to be stopped. We were able to trace the broken weapons back to one certain camp of Grimtotems and with a small force, we attacked and paid them back for the loss of the Shady Rest Inn and the lives lost in their attack.
Since the squad I was working with had other duties to attend to, I returned to Theramore with news for the Captain that the tribe of Grimtotem that had attacked the Inn was destroyed. The Captain expressed the hope that the other camps of Grimtotems will get the message and try something like that in the future. He then told me of Jim and his family and it touched my heart. I went to the graveyard to place a wreath on the grave of Jim’s wife and child in order to set their spirits at rest that their loved one was still alive and they had been avenged.
I took a ship from Theramore and sailed back to the Eastern Kingdoms and traveled to the Plaguelands. These lands are separated into East and West and I stopped first in the Western Plaguelands. They had told me in Stormwind previously that a monument to a great paladin had been erected in the Western Plaguelands and I made it a point to stop by and pay my homage to Uther the Lightbringer. I could feel the power of the Light at the monument and I could almost feel a presence lay a hand on my head in recognition of the Light inside myself and with that I felt a sense of peace encompass me. I left there for the Meanders Steed where the Cenarian Circle made camp.
The Western Plaguelands has recovered nicely from the plague thanks to the Cenarian Circle but they were still clearing out some remaining scourge and plagued animals. I gave them a hand and was asked to take a druid in training, a Troll named Zin’Kiki, along with me so he can have a chance to work on his abilities. I found Zin’Kiki to be nice enough and he tried very hard but I have never seen such an incompetent person before. Most of his spells missed and when he shape changed to help with something it might be a shape that doesn’t help in that type of fight or he isn’t even close to hitting his target. When we cleared our assigned area we returned to the Circle and I told his mentor that he needed a lot more training than what he currently had. She agreed that he was a “special” case and they were going to have to find a niche for him. She thanked me and told me to get some rest and she would have another assignment for me in a couple of days if I wanted the work.
True to her word, I was approached in a couple of days with the task of taking Zin’Kiki to the north to let him try his healing skills on the plagued animals. The Circle had spoken and they thought his talents might lay in healing. There was nothing to lose so I agreed to take him with me. It looked like the Circle had found a task that Zin’Kiki excelled at. Each animal we came across he was able to heal. Delighted with his success, he went a little crazy and exhausted himself. I got him on the back of my mount and took him back to the Circle with the news of his success. They were very happy to hear this and took him to his tent to let him rest up after his trials. I continued to help with killing the plagued animals and about a week later I saw Zin’Kiki wandering around the camp. He spotted me and came running up to me excited to show me his new form. Then with a little effort he turned himself into a tree which apparently helps the druid channel the healing force of nature. I clapped excitedly for him and congratulated him on his achievement and he walked away very pleased with himself.
Later, I made my way to the Eastern Plaguelands which is vastly different from the Western Plaguelands. The corruption here still has a very firm foothold despite the Argent Crusade’s attempt at cleansing the lands. I met some very nice people in my travels of that land and I feel like I have killed Hell’s entirety of demons and undead creatures. I have burned abominations and freed the spirits of Darrowshire soldiers that were trapped within the scourge.
I spent many weeks in this forsaken land until it began to take a toll on my own soul. At that time, the Argent Crusade told me that they appreciated what I had done but to take my leave of these lands. They have to switch out their troops regularly for their mental health as well.
With that, I decided to return to Kalimdor and the green lushness I have found in many of the areas there. I found myself in an area called Felwood – home to two tribes of Furbolgs, Tauren, Night Elves and now to many demons. The Cenarian Circle is currently trying to once again claim the lands from these demons and I felt called upon to lend my aid.
Grazle of the Timbermaw Furbolgs asked me to investigate a strange totem on the outskirts of a Deadwood Furbolg camp. Upon close inspection, I found it to be infested with some Timbermaw youths luring unsuspecting travelers to get them honey from the surrounding area. I sent them back to their tribesmen very quickly.
I traveled the length of Felwood slaying demons and helping to uncover corruption where I could. I discovered how Malfurions brother, Illidan, became a demon himself in order to save these woods from the corruption that was encroaching on it. I uncovered a demon disguised as one of the Cenarian Circle’s own leaders and with great difficulty defeated him and opened their eyes to the extent that the corruption could reach.
After months and months of non-stop fighting, I believe I will return to the Exodar for a bit of a rest and to speak with Velen of my experiences. It will give me a chance to recharge in the presence of the Naaru and a chance to see some much missed friends.
Kahlee ((currently Level 55))
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Post by katrii on Jun 17, 2012 0:16:37 GMT -5
The stay on the Exodar was just what I needed. I started on my journey once more, refreshed and at one with the Light. I made my way to Winterspring. It is a very cold environment and I was ill prepared for it. I had to stop in Everlook for a warmer cloak and some modifications to my armor to keep me from freezing to death. There wasn’t much call for help here so I explored the countryside. I came across Yetis, Furbolgs and great cats. I also came across a Night Elf by the name of Rivern Frostwind who is a wintersaber trainer. We spoke at some length and he told me that he would be willing to train me to ride a winterspring frostsaber but that the sabers are raised by the rider and are most receptive to the training as cubs. He sent me out to gather a few of the promising cubs to be trained and he selected one just for me. He is putting us through our paces but in the end it will be worth it. Because I cannot remain in Winterspring until the cub is full grown and rideable he is telling me the training we are to do together and I will return every now and then for him to assess our progress.
After several weeks with Rivern, I took my leave and headed to the Eastern Kingdoms yet again. If the frostsaber is to be my mount then now is as good a time as any to get him used to the different lands and climate we will encounter. I found myself in the Swamp of Sorrows making my way to Marshtide Watch. As I neared my destination, I noticed a temple that appeared to be half submerged. I was curious and made my out to it only to find a high elf there. He said his name was Lord Itharius and was actually a green dragon and was there to free his kin from the evil of the temple and he asked for my aid. I couldn’t refuse a request for help and agreed to do what I could. He was unable to enter the temple for fear of being corrupted and used against his kind so he needed me to enter and eradicate the danger to the green dragonflight.
He asked me to slay the three trolls responsible for the rituals used against the green dragonflight and the butchery of those slain. I was not truly convinced until I entered the actual temple and saw the devastation of his kind. The evil in the temple was almost palatable. I followed the instructions given and tracked down the high priestess and the butcher and slew them. Then I tracked down the leader of this evil bunch of Trolls. Before I could get in the death blow, I was stunned and the coward fled the temple by use of a teleportation spell. I felt that I failed but Lord Itharius assured me that I had not as the Atal’ai Trolls presence in the temple had been greatly reduced and he could now enter the temple to finish what I had started.
With Lord Itharius now handling the Trolls within the temple, I continued my trek to the Marshtide Watch. I found the Alliance forces in a pitched battle with Horde forces over the Orc settlement of Stonard. The Alliance can ill afford to allow a Horde presence at their back door and were doing what they could to eradicate the Orc settlement. I found myself helping with the fighting when the Horde started bringing in reinforcements via warlock portals. We targeted the warlocks and finally forced them back at a devastating cost on both sides. It finally looked like the Alliance had the upper hand and I could rest a bit. The commander of the Alliance forces told me I should probably make my way to Nethergarde Keep in the Blasted Lands. From there I would be able to get a flight to wherever I wanted to go. It sounded like a plan so I gathered my supplies and frostsaber started making my way in that direction.
The landscape started changing from a marshy green to bleak red rock and dirt. The landscape in this area is sparse with nothing growing here. When I made the Keep, I asked about this and was told it was due to the fel energies seeping through the Dark Portal into this land. I was aghast at this but there was nothing to be done for it. I asked about this Dark Portal and was told it opened up to Draenor where Alliance forces were protecting it from that side from the Burning Legion who would use it to invade Azeroth. I remember Velen telling me about the Great Portal that opened upon our world of Draenor but I never realized it was this close and had caused so much destruction to the lands of Azeroth. This was my chance to return to the world upon which I was born and to help my people against the Burning Legion. This had to be the path that the Light had set me upon. This has to be my destiny and I planned to meet that destiny head on. With my mind made up I made my way to the Portal and with a deep breath, I stepped through it to Draenor, a world I had not been on since I was a small child.
Once I reach the other side, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The landscape on this side was just as desolate as it was on the other side. This is where the corruption had come from. At the base of the stairway to the Portal both Alliance and Horde was in battle with the Legion’s forces. An Alliance officer pulled me aside and told me to make my way to Honor Hold and talk to the Captain there to get my assignment. I didn’t know what else to do so I did as he told me and found a gryphon master who put me on the back of a gryphon and I found myself on my way.
It is a lot to take in and I’m not sure how to feel about this world upon which I was born but is so strange to me. I will be talking with the Commander of the Hold on the morrow as he was too busy to see me when I arrived so I took a room at the inn. For now Nightrunner and I (I decided the frostsaber needed a name) are going to get a good night’s rest for I feel that tomorrow is going to start a whole new adventure for us.
Kahlee ((currently Level 62))
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Post by katrii on Jul 8, 2012 19:19:45 GMT -5
I spoke with the Commander of Honor Hold and he sent me out to fight fel orcs and demons. I feel like all I’ve seen is fighting and blood for ages. When one fell, another took its place. I became a machine of death and destruction. After seeing the state of the land in Hellfire (well named) because of the fel energies and what the orcs and demons have done to it, I didn’t want to be anything else but a machine. If I was turned into a gnome’s mechanical person then I wouldn’t have to see what some of my people have become and what had happened to others.
I found a road made of the bones of my people which lead from the Citadel to the Dark Portal. The sheer number of the dead whose bones made up that road drove me to my knees and I found myself weeping at the loss for some of those bones where smaller than those of an adult. I think at that point, I stopped feeling anything for what I was doing. I showed no mercy to none of my enemies and I frightened myself in this.
After months of this, the Commander approached me. He wanted to see if I was okay and when I told him that I was fine and still fit for duty, he placed a hand on my shoulder and told me that I should not lie to myself. He told me he was sending me back to Stormwind for some respite from this place. I objected but he would brook no argument and I found myself back in Stormwind. The head of the paladin order told me to journey the land and get back in touch with the Light. He felt that I had forsaken it and I needed to find it again. I thought he was silly telling me that because all of my holy power was working fine but that night when I sat for my meditations, I felt something was off. He may have been correct and the next day I started out for Winterspring. I needed to check in with the Wintersaber Trainers and it would be nice to see a land of cold, white and crystal as opposed to the hot, red landscape I had been in.
Trainer Frostwind was pleased to see us and he was pleased at how Nightrunner was turning out. He gave me some more training tips and worked with us for several days. I felt some of the burden leave my soul while I worked with Nightrunner.
I eventually found myself in Darnassus during the Midsummer Fire Festival. It was a chance to drink, eat and make friends and I did all that. I danced at the Ribbon Pole, went to honor the flame and drank enough to drown a fish. I also spent time on my paladin training and meditations. I believe the Commander was correct in his assessment – I needed this.
Near the end of the Festival I heard that the Darkmoon Faire was open. I asked a mage that was standing beside a banner for the Faire to tell me about it and she was happy to oblige. After telling me about the games, food and creatures to behold, she offered to open a portal for me to the Faire. It sounded interesting so I accepted the kind offer.
It was definitely a sight to see. The music played loudly, the smell of delicacies in the air and the carnies hawking their wares. I was saw people who ate fire and spit it back out and people who could juggle lit torches. There were games of skills and games for fun. There were all types of different foods to try and drinks of differing strengths to quaff. I tried my hand at some of the games and tasted some of the foods and drinks. I watched a concert and gawked at the creatures in their zoo. At the end of the night I enjoyed the fireworks and then returned to the inn to find my bed.
This has been an enjoyable rest but within the next week I will be heading back to Draenor as there is still lots to be done there. After consulting with the paladin order, I will be going to Zangarmarsh to help the Cenarion Expedition deal with the naga and the ogres in the area. I think they are going to try to ease me back into more active duty.
Kahlee ((currently Level 66))
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Post by katrii on Feb 19, 2013 13:42:08 GMT -5
I cannot believe the amount of training I had to do and the amount of time it took me to get it completed. I should never have checked in with the paladin order in Stormwind. They had a new commander and he took one look at me and declared me under-trained and unfit for duty as I currently was. I was ordered to training with their order and after I consulted with the triumverate of the Hand of Argus, it was decided that I would complete their training. I'm not sure it has really helped me at all as I don't feel as strong as I did before the training but I will see once I have returned to Draenor. I look forward to stretching my muscles and faith with some real work for a change.
Kahlee ((currently Level 67))
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