((Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy Azu....))
Dear Journal,
Lillith still hurts. The wound grows worst, only alleviated by her time in the Chapel. Regardless, she is dead set in sticking by my side and fighting for me, and no matter how hard I try, I can never leave her behind while Gid, Tar and I go and deal with the Scourge. So she travels with us, and never complains.
We took care of some more issues sprouting amongst the Mill, and collected some bandages for some guy. Mr. Earthshatter wished to travel with us, so we agreed. He was too old to travel properly though, with all the threats, so he decided to sit and wait at the Chapel till we could come for him.
We put Fiona's charm back (My Mom's is more special and lucky anyways), and Lillith wanted to take a doll she found in the caravan. She gave a soft whimper when she saw it and nuzzled it, so I put it in my bags.
With that, Tarenar and I were off to kill Borelgore, a huge grub, destroy several undead trolls, and kill Ix'lar the Underlord. While we were traveling, Molly gave a frightened neigh and we found young Pamela, the ghost, following after us. She giggled and said, "Pretty horse!" and tried to pet Molly, but she shied away. Pamela didn't seem bothered one bit, and started talking about how the ghosts had once talked about this ghost kitty. She said she wanted to meet a ghost druid. I didn't believe her, but Lillith looked pretty eager to have her along and listened, so we let her talk about...anything, really.
The Scourge and Ix'lar put up a huge fight, but they just couldn't match up to our prowress. Our next move was to find and slay Borelgore.

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Dear Light. Lillith leaped into the fray, biting and tearing, and I kept it distracted, launching numerous arrows into its mouth. With a shrill, unearthly cry, it fell over dead. Off we were to take care of some Mossflayers. Tarenar decided to head back and practice more on the Scourge, but Vex'tul stepped out of the shadows and pledged himself to help us. So Vex'tul, Buzzard, Pamela, Lillith and I were off to take care of the Mossflayer menace.
They were easy enough to kill, however in the middle of their campus was a pile of fresh graves. As we drew close, bodies clawed themselves out of the soil and attacked us! We were able to fend them off easily enough, but it was shocking.
We took care of Warlord Thresh'jin, when Vex'tul looked at me, pained. He told me this was it, he was ready to leave the caravan. As soon as I threw the body on the flames, he would...disappear. Fade out. Die. Lillith gave a sad little bark, and Buzzard chirped sadly, nudging Vex'tul. We solemnly made our way to the fire.
As he was freed, he leaped onto the flames and let them consume his now peeling body, dropping his chestpiece behind. Buzzard let out a little roar of sorrow, one of a friend leaving, then buried himself in his bags. Lillith lapsed, and she had to ride Molly as we slowly made our way back to the Tower.
Lillith looked eager to rest, but Gidwin had decided to run off on his own! I told her to stay while Tarenar and I went after him, but the faithful dog gave a stubborn growl and got up, doggedly following us. Off we went. and fought off several ghosts. They finally retreated, which allowed us to get what we came for. His prayerbook.
Panic filled all of us as we hurried to our next destination, where we hoped to find Gidwin. Argus tried to alleviate our fears, by telling us that he may be held for the death ritual to become a death knight. I couldn't help but shudder, to become...one of those? It sounded terrifying. Argus told me about the death knights of Acherus, and their tale of horror and destruction, and how, led by several Scourgelords, tried to take the Chapel, only to fail and fall into the Lich King's trap.
That can't happen to Gidwin.
But first, of course, we had to take care of other things. A man asked us to hunt this bat and kill it, Duskwing.

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What is it with all the big creatures? Next, we had to destroy some Wretched, elves that gave into a magical addiction of theirs. They looked horrible, and when I got close to one, the look of relief in their dying eyes was sort of creepy. I hate these Plaguelands. Too much pain and suffering. Too much for one person and her dog to take care of.
We wearily went to kill the Siege Engineers and beat the information out of them. Lillith grabbed them and held them down while I interrogated them. In another situation, I'd feel guilt, but they had my friend. No mercy.
A few of them had too loose tongues and we had our info: Baroness Anastari and the Plaguewoods. And so, all of us went after Tarenar to the Plaguewood. We had to destroy ghouls to free Darrowshire spirits, kill golems, and collect skulls. Furthermore, we had to kill lieutentants of Rivendare.
His first was a death knight named Omasum Blighthoof.

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He won't be leading much else anymore. The second was a Night Elf named Karthis Darkrune. He fell quickly as well, and we found a missive on his body. A note from the Baroness. Tarenar and I ran towards where he was held, and the Baroness snarled at us, ready to kill him. Tarenar and I entered, followed by Fiona and Argus, then Vex'tul, Rimblat, Pamela, and everyone else in our caravan. We surged forward to kill her:

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And with a cry, she fell to her remnants. Gidwin picked himself up and asked if we could take him back after what we did. And of course, we accepted the idiot back in the group, grateful he had survived. The only down thing was Lillith was too hurt to move, so we carried her back to the Chapel so she could rest.