I also forgot to turn off nameplates, oops, but I cut out as many as I could. And now, enjoy!))
Dear Diary
My name is Lakita Wildsong, proud resident of Gilneas City. I decided to make a journal as I feel today marks the beginning of something special. A dark threat looms in our beloved city and I intend to do something about it. Nocturne, the family mastiff, is waiting at my side. I admit, I've never been fond of mastiffs and Nocturne is kind of bland personality-wise, but I love him. Together we will head to the market place where Prince Liam Greymane himself is issuing orders.
He wants me to evacuate! I want to help cull the threat! What am I supposed to do when the town is under complete lock-down? Regardless, if the prince himself tells me to do something I guess I'd better do it. The prince told me to find Lieutenant Walden, who will direct me during the evacuation. I located the lieutenant, however it doesn't appear we'll be getting far together; Walden's ravaged corpse sports deep claw marks all over his body. I can hear fighting in the marketplace. I'd better hurry.
To my surprise I saw the guards fighting strange wolf-men. Even Liam was fending off attacks from the savage beasts. According to the prince they are known as "Worgen" and were the creation of an insane mage by the name of Arugal. Liam greeted me gratefully and immediately set me to work putting down these creatures and evacuating the nearby homes.
Thankfully there were only a few civilians trapped, whom Nocturne was able to sniff out and lead me to, but two of them had worgen sneak inside their houses! We'd gotten there not a moment too soon.
As Nocturne and I were fighting Gwen Armstead called me over, asking that I retrieve as many supplies as possible before the worgen destroyed it all. I was able to salvage several crates but the fighting is growing futile. Liam just told me to flee with Gwen while he assisted any remaining civilians. I'm reluctant to leave him alone but Nocturne tugged on my leggings and ran off in the direction we were told. Gwen and some survivors were waiting for me near the bridge, shaken but unharmed. The say King Greymane is nearby at that I should speak with him.
I found him deep in conversation with Lord Godfrey. As I approached he acknowledged me, explaining how we needed the help of a traitor to Gilneas. Odd how someone who tried to harm our country would come in useful but I complied. As I turned towards the prison Godfrey asked that I kill more worgen that had infiltrated the building while I was in there. The disdain for the king's decision was clear in the man's voice, but he said nothing more about it.
I had to explain to the captain of the prison guard, Broderick, that I needed to see Crowley. He was also shocked and angry but told me Crowley was on the roof. Possibly plotting against the king, the captain had said. Nocturne and I will soon find out as we battle our way up. We found Darius Crowley and his companions in a bad way. One of them, Dempsey, had been hit particularly hard and the beasts just kept coming.
Darius agreed that political differences should be put aside in favour of the defence of Gilneas and told me of a rebel arsenal he and his companions had been able to smuggle into the city. First though he needed my help fending off the worgen until Dempsey was in a good enough state to be moved.
There seemed to be no end of the creatures, but Nocturne and I, with Darius' help, kept them at bay. Finally Dempsey was patched up and we fled back to Genn Greymane below. The king murmured to himself as he contemplated his old friend-come-traitor's ambitions before sending me to meet someone called Josiah Avery, who was supposedly keeping watch over the artillery in a nearby cellar. Nocturne found the right door and I heaved it open. Avery was cowering in a corner. I tried to talk to him but he transformed into a worgen! He'd managed to get his jaws around my arm before Darius' daughter Lorna rushed in and shot him. The wound stings a little, but should heal over time.
Lorna had two mastiffs at her back and told me to take one to help sniff out worgen that were lurking in the shadows nearby while she and some others began taking the cannons above ground. Nocturne feels put out as I take the leash of the other dog. I'm sure my faithful companion would've been able to sniff them out just as well but Lorna insisted. Lorna's mastiff was a lot more fidgety than Nocturne. I didn't take to her as well as my loyal hound, but she was handy in sniffing out the worgen. Once we dispatched the immediate threat king Greymane informed me that the local apothecary Krennan Aranas had been chased up a tree by the beasts. There was no time to waste so the king gave me his white stallion to ride in order to rescue the priest.
Aranas is in a bad way, the worgen had torn away his robes and he was bloody but had somehow been able to cling to his branch. He landed on the horse as we galloped beneath him and to safety. Any worgen that followed quickly kissed the business end of the cannons. My wound is getting worse, possibly infected. I pray to whatever deities that might be listening that I'm not suffering from the curse myself. Godfrey pointed me in the direction of Greymane Court where I was to regroup with the king, his son and Darius Crowley.
The trio was discussing their limited options and, given the sombre mood, a conclusion had been reached. And not a pleasant one. Crowley told me to ride with him through a tightening throng of worgen, using ourselves and a few torches to lure them to the cathedral where they would be shot en mass with our new artillery.
Bloody but alive we met Tobias Mistmantle, one of Crowley's friends, who told me to operate one of the cannons as yet more of the ferocious beings swarmed us. Where could they all possibly be coming from? With little or even no effect Tobias told me to run inside and discuss matters with Darius. Crowley's final plan is to lure the worgen inside the cathedral and use the narrow doorway as a choke point to pick them off as they came through the door.
We didn't expect how many, and how fast, they came inside. We were able to kill a fair few before they mysteriously left. The sudden silence is as deafening as when the cannons were firing. Crowley's giving me a stra--- <there is a harsh scribble and the sentence trails off. Claw marks are seen at the bottom of the page.>
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Looking good so far.
