Dear diary
Well rested, it is time to go. Perhaps not quite yet: Bossa's chasing butterflies. Let her have some fun before we slog through the inevitable mess ahead of us eh? Chatting with Balren I learned of what has been discovered to be the corpse of a creature supposedly similar to the Old Gods. I truly cannot believe this diary, Darkshore is full of amazing things. Dryads, dragons, and now gods... what next? We'll find out later I expect. Balren gave me an odd little panther trinket saying it will allow me to sneak in close and find out what the Twilight's Hammer are up to around the corpse.
Two other elves here in the grove also asked favours of me. One wants me to check in at the nearby furbolg camp. He says contact with them has been lost recently and would like me to find out why. Why me? Well, because I'm the one doing all the adventuring of course. Lucky me. Another elf is concerned about the local bears. Something in the water has made an entire generation deathly sick. Guess who's gonna find out what that is? Bingo. Time to- no, wait, Bossa's gotten herself tangled up in the vines of an Ancient's beard. Daft animal.
Diary, I don't think I would call these bears “sick” as such but if you ask me, anything that has its ribs showing, is covered in open sores and emits a foul purple aura then something is definitely wrong. The wretched things looked like something was literally eating them from the inside out. The nearby pond was also purple and generally not healthy looking. Further investigation reveald a twisted font of sorts from which a purple smokey substance stemmed. I tracked down and killed as many of the poor creatures as I could.
No one at the grove knew what that stuff was all about either, but there may be a way to cleanse it. Three seeds, one of which was held by the Ancient of Lore, Onu, here at the grove. He passed it to me without much fuss. Now the other two won't be as easy. The Seeds of Sky are held by shy wisps that play in the trees, and the Seeds of Sea are hidden within shells along the beach.
The forest was so quiet as I made my way to the beach. Everything must have sensed the corruption and is trying to hide from it. I don't blame them, but that does annoy me since I can't see any wisps either. Combing the beach for shells wasn't too big a deal though and I even found what I was looking for in the first one. Unfortunately for me there was also a giant crab living in it. Unfortunately for the crab Bossa was bored and decided she wanted to play. I had to drag her away before she got herself hurt.
Wow! So that's what a wisp looks like! So pretty! And fast; it led me on a merry chase before I was able to even get close enough to grab it. But now I have all three seeds. I hope we can do something for the bears now.
Kathrena, the night elf I've been working with for this, used some kind of magic and made the seeds grow into saplings, which she twined around each other. She gave them to me and told me to wave it over an uncorrupted beast and watch the results. I remember seeing a pack of uncorrupted bears to the west...
Success! At least I hope that was a success. The bear is now protected from corruption but I felt something... Something angry. When I told Kathrena this she said it was a good sign. For all our sake I hope she's right, normally when something's angry we're in for a heap of trouble. Now for the fun bit: I get to ride a hippogryph again! I do love those beasts. I long for the day I could have one myself. But this isn't the time for daydreaming: Kathrena and I need to use this sapling rod to further prevent corruption in the rest of the forest. Bossa doesn't seem to mind being left behind, she's busy chasing Withers again. Poor little treant's been promoted to “scratching post”.
Exhillerating, I'll never yet grow tired of flying. Kathrena handled the hippogryph amazingly while I cast the protective spell of the sapling over groups of deer, moonstalkers and bears. Watching the magic unravel beneath us was fascinating to behold. As we flew Kathrena told me how the respective animals were doing. The deer were repopulating well, though previously there were few to none before the cataclysm. The way nature finds ways to fill in cracks is incredible. Fire had pushed the moonstalkers further south than they usually lived, but too were fairing well. And of course the bears which I've already seen first-hand. We also flew over the corpse of the Old God relation. Unbelievable. Kathrena worded my thoughts perfectly: “Why would anyone dig up something so horrific?”
With that sorted its now time to cleanse the pool using the sapling. Who knows what evil thing might emerge from it?
What in the name of Gilneas was that!? Horrendous, truly horrendous. I had barely finished casting the spell when it emerged from the murky depths of the pond. I cannot even describe it. Whatever it was it was connected to the twisted font and both exploded upon its death. I. Do. NOT. Want to know what I am covered in. Neither does Kathrena, though at least she could describe it a bit better. Chowder. Mashed up fish. Brilliant. Definitely taking a bath before I move on.
More corruption, this time it is the work of satyrs. Brolg, leader of this furbolg tribe, explained how his people have been maddened by foul magics. He also mentioned a herb that grows in the area which they use to ease fever and fortify the weak. Maybe that will help fight the corruption too? A lot of mad furbolgs surround this place though; I won't be getting it without a fight.
Sometimes I wish I were a herbalist, it would make finding the herbs so much easier. As it was I kept my eyes low to the ground an awful lot and wound up blundering right into the furbolgs. I managed to snatch a few stalks but it was hardly clean business. Worst part is they're all weak and spindly, but Brolg confirmed that, no thanks to the corruption, its all we have to work with. On its own however it will be ineffective. The spell will require the tailfeathers of tallstriders, large, grounded birds. One in particular wanders nearby to the pond I just cleansed, let's go pay him a visit.
Such an oddly elegant bird, it was almost a shame to have to put him down. But now I have the componants I need for the spell they need to be blessed at the bear statue near the Grove of the Ancients.
Words cannot describe how it felt here diary. I felt power as I drew near and aas I asked for the bundle to be blessed I'm certain all the bears I'd protected had come to watch. I am in the bear spirit's favour. Now I can assist in saving the crazed furbolgs.
Upon casting the cleasing spell on the bear-men a strange slime oozed out of them. It was quite disturbing to witness. Whatever it is it holds some minor sentiance and attacked us! Come on world, what other nasty stuff are you going to cover me in, huh? We managed to splatter the sludge which caused the furbolg it had inhabited to snap back to their senses, returning to the hold. Poor Bossa, she's going to need a bit more than a few cat treats to clear the gunge out of her mouth. While I was saving the furbolgs I noticed odd braziers housing a sickly green fire. I doubted that was anything good and promptly smashed the lot.
Brolg and his attendant were pleased with my work so far. Only one last hurdle remains: the satyr responsible for the whole mess. At the far end of the hold, where it huddled along the base of a cliff, was a cave. The satyr was home so we paid a quick visit. Of course there was no door so we had to knock on something else, if you catch my drift.
The furbolgs should now have enough breathing space to finally recover. I shall leave them to it; Bossa's in dire need of something tasty.
I had to do 3 flights to get some decent ones.
I really enjoyed reading about a set of quests I've never done before. 
It's all good. I'll only add a warning if someone specifically asks 
Hope she gets better.
