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Yay, another fantastic update. That screenshot of demon Illidan is definitely very awesome. ^_^

((Was gonna post this yesterday but forgot I had a course. Getting there and back isn't easy for me and I was too tired to bother with the story ^^;))

Dear diary

I set off early to Talonbranch Glade to see what was going on. Denmother Ulrica greeted us and explained how she and her pack had come to Felwood to learn more about nature. However goblins are tearing up the nearby land and disrupting not only their lessons but nature itself. She asked that, since the mini-greenskins would sooner die for their greed than give up, to kill as many goblins it takes to get the message across. While I'm out there a night elf druid, Lyros Swiftwind, told me to call any wisps I locate as he's certain the goblins will use them for their own gain.

While the goblins were already being set upon by worgen I felt my presence would be best noticed if I too used my wolf form. All around the Glade my people were fighting the runts so I joined them as I could.



As I passed from one fight to another blue glows caught my eye from between the trees. Wisps yet to be captured. I followed them for a moment - they're still ever so pretty in my eyes - before using the branch Lyros gave me to call them over.



Pleased with my prowess Ulrica sent me to find one her packmates, Alton Redding, to begin razing Ironwood Clearing. It saddens me to do this but at least our removal of the Clearing will be clean, allowing for new growth in time, whereas the goblins insist on polluting the place worse than the Taint and possibly kill the land forever.

Redding was located on a ridge above a goblin workstation. They've been busy to have constructed this place. Alton was understandably disgusted. He pointed me towards their shredders telling me to destroy them and prove the machines won't save them. It annoys me that they chose to use these things at all, as Alton said, rather than their own strength.



I can already sense the panic among the goblins. Redding agrees but more needs to be done. Right below us is a cave in which the goblins pump the oil for their machinery with the master control pump being right at the back, just asking to be sabotaged. What would the green midgets do without their precious machinery? Redding warned me that something else is already inside the cavern driving the goblins out. I'll watch for that. He suggests I steal any explosives I find in there too.



Bombs weren't exactly in short supply down there, despite the nature elementals that had muscled their way in. Right at the very back of the cave we found the console for the master pump.



I'd simply heaved a lever all the way to the right while Swift “played with the colourful buttons” and Min spat on it a few times. We'd heard a rumbling and a few explosions outside and as we emerged we were met with such a beautiful sight. Oil spouted up from every pipe as the oil levels overflowed uncontrollably. Goblins either stood staring in shocked disbelief, ran around in panicked circles or lay passed out here and there. It will leave a mess but one that can be cleared in time much easier than what they would've done.



Redding was impressed with the work but it didn't end there either: now he wants me to use the explosives I'd gathered to set the oil aflame and kill as many workers as I could catch. Cowards though they are, if they get their bearings they'll simply relocate their base and continue chopping. That. Won't. Happen.



It was so easy. Panic had seperated the goblins and picking them off was simple. Many of them I disheartened even further by setting the nearby oil geysers alight next to them. The only real trouble we had was that some of the oil had mixed with the Taint, causing them to become living oil-slime-creatures. Easily dealt with otherwise. Redding applauded my efforts, confirming that, even if the survivors return, we have won the fight. He told me to report to the Denmother while he and other packmembers pick off those goblins that escaped.

Ulrica congratulated me on a job well done. I've done all I can for the Glade and decided to take a rest. This place is a lot like Tal'doren back in Gilneas, or the Howling Oak in Darnassus, complete with comfort and security. Once rested I visited the Denmother again to let her know I was leaving and mounted Silverwind. Ulrica told me about the Timbermaw furbolgs that were nearby and offered that I check on them. After seeing the Deadwood Village down south I wouldn't object.

It is a good thing I chose to visit the furbolgs. Just outside a cave north of Talonbranch I encountered Nafien and Ferli, two members of the Timbermaw. Wait a minute... Ferli looks a lot like one of the two cubs that were tricking travellers with their Ruumbo guise. Nafien pointed me at another furbolg village just to our left, Felpaw Village. Named as such because the Deadwood inhabitants have been tainted beyond saving. Nafien asked that I put them out of their misery and take their weapons. Ferli cried that her friend - and probable accomplice - Drizle had gone to steal honey from the Deadwoods but has yet to come back. Guess I'm looking out for the cub too. Babysitting, just what I needed.

In time the demons will pay for what they've done to this place. For now we can only ease the suffering. The first time I'd killed Deadwood I'd thought I was performing acts for a diety. This time feels different. For the sake of the Timbermaws at least I pray the corruption is cleansed soon. All that can be done is reduce the threat.



I located Drizle, chained to a hut on the far side of the village. He was crying and complained that he was hungry, his leg was numb and that he wanted to go home.



Through the tears he told me that the Deadwood chief Bloodmaw holds the key.



I hadn't meant to interrupt a meal but what needs to be done, needs to be done. As chief he held the threat of amassing his people and attacking. Not something the Timbermaws, Talonbranch or Whisperwind need. As soon as I unlocked Drizle's chains he fled. For one so young the tyke sure can run. I found him back at the camp with Nafien and Ferli, both of which thanked me for helping. But of course!

Diary this is has been troubling me for some time: while I had been assisting the worgen against the goblins' machinery I'm sure I'd caught a glimpse of something ethereal, and it wasn't a wisp. I must go and see what it was. Minuet seems reluctant to leave Whisperwind Grove; she's really come to like it here and I can't blame her. I'll leave the snake here for now to check out this strange – thing - and see how she feels when I return. Swift is staying with her for now too.

During my time here in Felwood I'd heard tales of the Watcher: a white owl known as Olm the Wise. Supposedly he would observe the goings-on in the woods yet not make a move to change anything unless it were truly horrendous. He had not shown himself lately and many believe he perished by the goblins' selfish construction and deforestation. What no one had expected was for the owl to return in a spectral form. What I had seen was none other than Olm's ghost.


((I forgot just how big he is in the wild; they're side-by-side here!))

Olm had been watching me ever since I set foot in Felwood and is pleased with my work. I cannot explain, but it – felt - like he told me his vigilance was no longer needed here and that he felt compelled to join me. I was in shock, truth be told. As soon as the bond was made I realised that Olm did not want to be known by that name any longer; let that name stay in the stories. A name struck me quickly; with his rythmatic wingbeat and melodic hooting, not to mention his improvisation in his task by returning as a ghost.

Prelude.

I have a feeling things will get interesting after this. Write again soon diary.

Wow, Olm is quite large in the wild! Another lovely update as always. Looking forward to Lakita and Prelude's adventures.

Working on it as we speak Er, type. You know what I mean.

I was surprised when I found Olm; I forgot he was so big when I helped a friend tame him a while back. Also there was a belfadin and a draenei running around so I was surprised he was even up when I didn't see Mongress or Death Howl Hooray for random encounters while questing!

*very quietly sneaks in.*

Er. I'm glad you're updating still! I love these, and I love Minuet, though I think Prelude is pretty awesome. Just an aura of power around that bird.

Yay Azu! I'm happy you're still around ^^

I intend to carry this out til the end hopefully Update to come soon Hm... aura of power... *scurries off to make adjustments*

((Olm is so pretty in the snow :3))

Dear diary

I had been enjoying the purity of Whisperwind with Min, Prelude and Swift. All three seem to get on quite well; in fact Min and Prel are fairly similar in personality, athough Prel is a little more reclusive and prefers not to play so much. While I was reading a few letters sent from the various places my other pets decided to remain at who would turn up but the two furbolg cubs, Drizle and Ferli. At first I thought they'd come to play more pranks but instead there was a serious air around them. Nafien wishes to speak with me about something fairly urgent.

Minuet has decided to stay at Whisperwind after all. Like the others I will visit as often as I can. I left her basking in a stray sunbeam, watching the lashers play. Nafien was quick to inform me that the taint that affected the Deadwoods wasn't prominent only in Felwood, but also in the Winterfall tribe in Winterspring. A fellow furbolg named Salfa can give me better details at the other end of Timbermaw Tunnel. The black furbolg also told me to meet a dwarf woman by the name of Donova Snowden; apparently she too is looking into this.

Winterspring sure lives up to its name! It's freezing here! I'll have to stay in my wolf form for most of this journey or I'll turn into a worgcicle! Salfa greeted us warmly in this frigid environment. His task, however, is chilling. The Winterfall have been getting more and more aggressive and Salfa believes now is the time to put them down before things get out of hand. Another massacre forced by corrupt madness. I wonder just how many sane furbolg would be left if I hadn't come along!

Before I began the slaughter I head down to where Donova was said to be. Hot springs. Maybe I won't need to stay in wolf form all the time after all. I digress, Donova too is cautious about the maddening furbolgs and agreed that I should end them quickly. While I'm there she wants me to investigate a cauldron she spotted last time she tried to get close to the northern spring. There is a troll witch doctor here too who asked me to bring her the heart of Rimepelt, a wisened ice bear. Something called “Ee-koh”? Erm, right.

Just the same as the Deadwoods. I pity the bear-men; why do they seem to be so susceptable to corruption like this?



In the Winterfall camp by the springs I found the cauldron Donova mentioned. I did not go near it; I could smell it from ages away! Prelude took it upon himself to take the vial the dwarf gave me and fill it himself. Just as well or we'd never get anywhere.



Donova thanked me in the grisly task of killing the furbolgs but is concerned about the rotten goop from the cauldron. “It looks like something you'd find more in Felwood!” That alone triggered our next move: she'd seen runners passing through the tunnel headed towards Winterfall Village to the east. She told me to stop one and bring back whatever it is carrying.



The runner was carrying a crate of vials filled with green stuff. Whether or not it is the same green stuff I'll leave to Donova. In the meantime she asked me to kill oozes at another spring, in case they have anything to do with this.

Ooze. Ick. Slime in fur. They'd better tell us something before I clog the springs with their filth. Ugh!



Something about mixing the slime with the spring water, perhaps something else too, created something Donova believes to be called “firewater”. This liquid gives the imbiber great strength but - we now believe – is affecting their mental state. Not exactly the taint from Felwood, though the raw state looks much like something that could have been. Donova fears that we – I – need to kill their high chief like with the Deadwoods, to prevent possible frenzied attacks.



Once I'd killed high chief Winterfall I'd turned to leave but Prel told me that I'd missed something. The furbolg was carrying a tome of sorts but I cannot read the writing. Maybe Donova can shed light on this?

On the way back to Donova I set about searching for Rimepelt. It wasn't difficult, actually, to spot him among the other bears... He was huge!



His heart is also huge. It didn't feel right to kill him, so this ee-koh had better be for a good cause. I watched the witch doctor, Mau'ri, squeeze the heart, making blood spurt out. Disgusting troll. She claimed that it would release the ee-koh. I don't feel anything. I think she's just trolling me.



Donova couldn't make out the writing either, pointing me in the direction of Kelek Skykeeper, a druid from Felwood come to investigate the ruins here in Winterspring. She did, however, share how she'd once restored magic to an enchanted sword with this spring to prove the power in the water, but never found out how it worked or if there is any other information about it. I guess it's a secret to everybody. Either way this firewater is a threat as long as the furbolgs keep drinking it. I'll have to make sure to destroy any I find while fighting the furbolgs in future.

Kelek is at lake Kel'theril studying the ruins. He took the book from me saying he'll study it and send word when he's deciphered it. In return he'd like help with his investigations. The Highborne once stole an artefact called the Crystal of Zin-Malor but could not control its power and became cursed. Kelek told me to find a willing spirit to learn the fate of Zin-Malor from.

Many of the spirits lashed out or faded away when questioned, but Prelude eventually helped to find a friendly night elf ghost who confirmed the curse.



He would not tell me more until I ended the suffering of his cursed bretheren.



The night elf, or kel'dorei, spirit explained that the crystal held mastery over arcane powers, and that power was too tempting to pass up. Toying with it caused it to shatter which not only cursed those Highborne foolish enough to give into greed but their descendants, the quel'dorei. High elves. One such stood just behind the night elven ghost and continued the story.



Some high elves had journeyed here from their homeland of Quel'thalas, believing themselves protected by something called the Sunwell. If it did protect them it did a terrible job as they ended up the same as these Highborne as they found shards of the crystal. Archmage Maenius was first to fall, his spirit still lingering nearby. The high elf spirit told me to relieve the archmage's pain and retrieve the Memory of Zin-Malor.

The mage attacked on sight, screaming at us that he had to study the shard and hit us time and again with arcane magic, often teleporting around the ruins to throw us off. Once defeated I took the shard from his ghostly fingers and he whispered for forgiveness. He'd taken the blame as his own despite the curse. Perhaps he'd been apologising for his selfish obsession.



The quel'dorei spirit grieved a moment for the archmage and accepted that he, and his team, had all been naïve and foolish. But would the curse end there? No, it would strike one more time on the... sin'dorei? Blood elves? I'd never heard there was a third segment of elves.

A third ghost, not differing much from the high elf save for green eyes instead of blue, appeared and told me his part of the story.



They had been expecting trickery yet still fell for it. The blood elf taught me of the fall of Quel'thalas and the burden the elves now suffer: magic addiction. It was partly this that drove their team to search for the crystal. Apparently if a blood elf over-indulges on magic as many here did they become wretched, twisted husks of their former selves sucking from any magical source they can find. Once more the blood elf spirit asked that I free the spirits of those wretched. Any craving is awful to deal with and, in cases such as this, bring consequences if relief is sought too eagerly. It can drive one mad, turn them into something sinister. The magic-lust must have been great to render all but the sin'dorei spirit wretched and broken. I killed a fair many of them. I pray they find respite.



As I'd told the blood elf my task was complete he'd barely thanked me when a shade appeared, demanding they be silent and causing all the spirits to vanish. The shade mentioned a master who holds Zin'Malore... I must inform Kelek of this but we cannot allow the curse to continue like this!

Kelek agreed that action be taken posthaste. He said he saw the shade headed to the south, beyond a frozen waterfall. I must end this.

Navigating the waterfall was tricky as the shade bombarded us with large balls of arcane energy. Prelude flew ahead to scout for the shade while I made my way up. Keeping to the edge of the frozen falls proved to be a good tactic and eventually I met up with Prel again at the shade's location.



It dropped a shard of some sort. Kelek looked it over and found a name among the other engravings. Umbranse. The name means nothing to me and Kelek has only heard rumours. He pointed me towards the goblin town of Everlook to seek out Nymn, a fellow high elf who should know more.

Nymn could not help directly either but sent the information to his people. The high elves must plan to deal with this themselves but I will be noted if I'm needed. Just as well; I could use a rest, and the cold is starting to make my pads ache.

Until later diary.

Wow, that's a lot of views since I last posted. Good to know so many people read this However... *pokes everyone* much as I'm impressed with all the views, I would appreciate a few comments too

Did I ever say, "Yay! New posts!" Olm just meshes so well.

Yay ^^
Proper update to come

Lol, the troll trolling part gave me a good laugh Winterspring is so pretty and Olm seems to fit in there perfectly!

I...I somehow missed this update. ;_; I totally understand how you feel about wanting comments though, makes it tough to want to consider continuing these sometimes when you're not real sure if anyone's enjoying them.

Anyway, fantastic update and Olm does look truly amazing in the snow. ^_^

No worries, no worries I shouldn't poke really but I enjoy a little feedback from time to time. (For instance I completely hadn't noticed I'd messed up a picture's coding until I skimmed over it again). Looking at the views I get helps negate that a little It really did surprise me to see how many there were!

Airwyn wrote:Lol, the troll trolling part gave me a good laugh Winterspring is so pretty and Olm seems to fit in there perfectly!

Good to know! I thought it was a bit random

((Okay, you guys have been good. Have some more story.))

Dear diary

While I was resting I overheard some gossip about trouble cropping up in both Tanaris and the Swamp of Sorrows. Thankfully two human women and their pets were already there. The one in the swamp sounds a lot like the one I'd heard about in Stranglethorn except she now has a blue tallstrider with her. The one in Tanaris is new though. No one mentioned her pet other than that she had one. A sandstorm had kicked up and she went missing for a time only to be spotted later, headed to Un'Goro Crater with a red hyena in tow.

The gossip dropped into something less tasteful so I checked my mail. The usual updates on my pets, a few auctions I'd managed to sell the last time I was in town and a message from Kelek. He'd been able to translate the tome but the words were disheartening. Winterfall was a paranoid furbolg and believed everything was going to attack him and his tribe, which led to his addiction to firewater to protect himself. So sad.

I heard a commotion coming from one of the buildings, drawing my attention away. A human, a troll and – of all things – a forsaken woman were all bickering over which weapon was better: sword, axe or hammer. The forsaken, Lilith, turned on me and demanded I get someone to bring her the biggest boulder they can manage. I wanted to tear her throat out. I -cannot- believe I'm helping one of THEM. A goblin outside, Deez Rocksnitch, said he could help get a boulder inside the house if I bring him the materials needed for one. Materials. For a boulder. Goblins. He said rock elementals were cropping up not far away; they'd be a good bet.

I still don't understand how killing elementals and taking a bit of rubble from each would equal a boulder. The enchanted rocks weren't hard to find though so we swiftly dispatched a few. A lot of rocks slid down the hill and got lost in the snow but I managed to gather enough for the goblin.



“Boulder-in-a-box”. As it turns out goblins love to tote heavy objects around all the time in miniature form. Piecing and fusing the rubble together proved servicable and I was able to re-enlarge the boulder inside. Where Lilith promptly smashed it. I admit, she's got strength. Doesn't mean much or make me think any differently about her though.

The troll, Kilram, isn't impressed either, insisting that his axe was superior. He told me to get Deez to bring in a strong tree to be felled, apparently, in one stroke. By Greymane how do I get myself into these things?

Same concept, different material. Something in the nearby forest is attracting lashers and treants to the area making getting lumber more of a chore than it already is. Deez told me to kill two birds with one stone – it's just an expression Prelude! - by killing the treants and using their lumber. After raising one myself I'm a tad aprehensive but sometimes measures must be taken. Right?

Maybe it is the lingering magic from Kel'Theril that is attracting them here. It's a shame they're being viewed as pests, they look quite beautiful in this environment. Deez was so impressed by the amount of wood I got out of them that he joked that they should start growing treants for wood instead. He then fiddled with the lumber before giving me a “Super-Gro Insta-Tree”. I have to wonder if they do things like this often, it would sort out wood shortages in places.



And this wood needs using now that it's been felled. The troll's blade slid effortllessly through the back and chopped it clean in half with one stroke, as promised. Seril, the human, still wasn't impressed by either performance. It's not about strength or sharpness, but finesse he says. One more job for Deez, now we need a huge block of ice. Deez says there's plenty of pure ice to be had in the Ice Thistle Cave to the east. The problem is the cave is full of yetis. Shouldn't be a problem for us.

As I was leaving town another goblin, Umi Rumplesnicker, called me over. She overheard that I was headed to Ice Thistle Hills and asked me a few favours. First, she's building a mechanical yeti. Just to be unique. So she needs me to collect yeti fur and horns from a particularly massive yeti lurking at the back of the caves. Why not just make the thing purely out of metal like most goblin creations? She also wants me to take a look at a sensor meant to alert of yetis getting too close but apparently isn't working.

Prelude flew ahead to look for the device Umi mentioned after we killed a few yetis. The thing had been badly damaged; partly broken, dented and massive footprints surrounding it. Too large for the local yetis.



I say! I certainly didn't see THAT coming! I'd lost consciousness as something attacked me from behind. Prelude's hoots and Swiftwing holding onto my muzzle woke me only to find I was half-frozen to the roof of the cave with the yeti giant – Icewhomp as Umi called it – staring at me!



Thanks to Prel I was able to break free and together killed the beast and removed the horns. Why the fel would the goblin want horns this big for her contraption? I hope it's not going to be a robotic replica of this thing!


((...meep...))

If any good came of this event it made getting inside a lot less harrowing. Now I need to get out again. Fun, when you have yetis everywhere. I did manage to cut out some pure glacier ice on the way though.



Hopefully this will supply the goblin with everything she needs. Except she'll need to build a new sensor as I doubt this one can be fixed even by several skilled engineers.

Umi didn't seem at all concerned about her sensors, practically leaping at me as I got close and demanding the fur and horns. She took them and deftly created a miniature yeti. But the size of those horns! Will she perhaps make more? But what for? The goblin told me to “test” the yeti by surprising a friend of her's with it. Goblins. When they're not destroying or building something they're tricking each other.

I must confess, I feel sorry for Legacki. Having to put up with Umi's pranks like this. I'd set the robot down just behind her and switched it on. Straight away it made a roaring sound, making the goblin jump and causing her to run all about Everlook. Swift decided this was a great game and chased the robot too. Prelude and I just sat at the sidelines. I must also confess; that part was funny to watch.



Legacki finally twigged on what was happening and stopped the yetibot. She didn't blame me for anything but I did leave her ranting about her friend. Umi on the other hand couldn't stop laughing. I decided I wouldn't be getting anything more out of the overly amused goblin girl and gave the pure ice to Deez.

Deez quickly came up with an instant ice block device using the ice. He admitted to trying to sell these before as protection, similar to a mage's iceblock spell. However he never got the breathing part sorted out. Eesh, glad this is for Seril to demonstrate his swordsmanship.

Fancy; Seril managed to carve the ice block into a near-precise sculpture of himself. But I doubt the argument is over. In fact the silence in the room seems worse than the bickering. I'll leave them alone.

After I left the trio Deez called me over again. He told me that Starfall Vllage to the north is suffering an insect infestation and are asking for help. Other goblins are there already but Deez is confident I can make an impression. At the same time though Nymn came over, explaining that his people have been able to isolate Umbranse's location. Both are a big deal, which way should I go first?

Neither need to be dealt with immediately but both are considerably dangerous. I'll sleep on this and decide tomorrow.

Aw, I was touched by the reference to Roxie. ^_^ <3

Really love that shot of Lakita going against the Icewhomp--he's huge!

And I caught the Sol reference, yay!

Which reminds me I need to deal with Outlands. *Shudders.*

Good part, I like dealing with Icewhomp. Great screenshots there.

I haven't done the new Winterspring quests yet so it's really neat to see these! The pic of you hanging from the top of the cave made me laugh! And wow, Icewhomp is huge!

Couldn't resist the references. Besides, I did promise a Roxie ref at some point And Azu, I look forward to reading more of Sol's adventures

This is my first time doing the new Winterspring quests too, and I certainly wasn't expecting this bit. Icewhomp isn't actually that huge; that's what I love about that screenie, plus the sheer humour of it

*Wanders off wondering why she suddenly has "Winter Wrap-Up" stuck in her head.*

Dear diary

I decided Umbranse was the bigger threat. Following Nymn's directions I headed to Mazthoril to the south to meet up with his mother, Haleh.

Dragons! I had no idea, Nymn and Haleh are blue dragons! Haleh didn't give much of an introduction other than that she and her fellow blues had been ousted from their cave by Umbranse while they had been weakened. Mazthoril is a place of great magical powers, which Umbranse is unable to control. The result of this is the alteration of the nearby wildlife, from which Haleh would have me bring the brains so she may study and undo the addlement.

It's a gorilla! No, a fox! A raptor! These poor creatures simply do not know what species they are anymore, swapping forms as I neared. Even Prelude was taken by surprise when a hare turned into a lion.



I returned several mana-addled brains to Haleh, who was crestfallen when she found she could do nothing to affect the adverse magic. She asked that I busy myself with something else for a time while she and the other dragons continue their studies. I suppose now would be a good time to visit Starfall. More dragons... Even after Thessera, the green dragon in Darkshore, and this... It still amazes me.

Wynd Nightchaser welcomed me to Starfall. I had wondered where the infestation was as it was quiet when I arrived, but the druid explained that they are within the barrow dens just behind the village. No druids are down there currently and goblin exterminators are at work. Wynd asked that I join them and also to retrieve any relics I find; he is all too familiar with goblin ways and fears they could get damaged. Very wise.

Inside the barrow den I ran into Rinno Curtainfire, one of the exterminators. Just beyond him are giant purple spiders. Rinno and his siblings have been working hard to remove the pests but are beginning to get overwhelmed. He thinks the Cataclysm may have stirred them from underground nests. There are too many now to worry about that so he told me to deliver fumigators to his sister further in. And kill any spiders that get in my way. Among the spiders were giant worms too. They were hostile so we decided they were as much of a pest as the spiders. And of course we rescued the relics.



Remma nodded soberly as I gave her the first set of fumigators. She then pointed me further into the den to find Marcy and give her more of the “bugspray”.

Marcy couldn't believe her brother had sent a lone worgen to help out. Obviously she hasn't heard of my capabilities. Before my ego gets too big I need to deliver one final set of fumigators to the last sister, Sana. Marcy thinks she might be lost somewhere in the lowest chambers.

Sana also couldn't believe I was alone and turned her nose up at the fumigators. Unpleasant though it is, it will only help. If it works. It didn't quite end there either, Sana suggested I drop by a friend of her's, Jez, and help out with his frozen meat business. Something she apparently wishes she'd taken up instead of pest control. On the way out Rinno thanked me on a job well done, and Wynd, back at the village, thanked me for my kindness in saving the relics. Without any other leads for now I suppose I should meet this Jez person.

It wasn't hard to find Jez, and his crew as it happened, given the large plume of smoke rising over the white ridges. He was grateful to have another hunter in his ranks and gave me the details of his job. And mine. He and his gang kill anything that wonders the snows between his pit and Everlook. He showed me his license to prove the right. He gave me a communicator and told me my first task: hunt the local frostsabers as they have succulent meat. I'm not the one to bring it back though, one of the other members will do that. The goblin also told me to keep an eye out for chimaera eggs, as they taste buttery. I'll take his word for that.

The other members asked favours of me too. The first, Jeb Guthrie, explained his taste for owl. Prelude was not at all happy at that, hissing at the man and disappearing into the snow. I hardly blame him. Jeb knew the owl was there. Regardless a job is a job, so I accepted to kill a few birds... at Prel's discretion.

Second was a fellow Cursed, Francis Marcott. He has a taste for the bears here as they are rich in fat to protect against the cold. I've already seen numerous amounts of the beasts on the way here. These people aren't going to run out of stock any time soon.

Prelude downright refused to help kill the owls so I was forced to shoot them on my own and hope I didn't get my eyes pecked out. Progressively I added up the number of birds which their captain dragged back to the pit. Swift opted to ride in my bag after a while as the owls began picking on him, mistaking the little wyvern for a meal. Later Jeb called me on Jez's communicator to congratulate me. He instructed me to kill bigger birds after as they have a slightly different flavour to the smaller ones, and less stringy. Finally he told me of a legendary bird that nests nearby. They were orignally going to call her Deathwing but decided, since the great Black holds that name, to call her Hell-Hoot instead. A little less threatening, but still ominous. Prelude helped me with this one, reluctantly, but only because I was in danger of being singed. This owl could use fire!



With the birds accounted for it is time for the bears. Prelude didn't mind helping me with these. Again, after a generous amount of bodies had been dragged back Francis pointed me towards larger bears, whose snouts and paws are, according to him, more succulent. They weren't hard to find as their brown fur stood out against the snow. Eventually Francis, after audiably smacking his lips in anticipation, told me of the strongest bear in the wastes: Ursius. If the phrase “You are what you eat” is true, then this bear is the one Francis wants to eat most. Powerful and good with females. ...Men. Ursius was as big, if not bigger, than Rimpelt was. Even if we don't gain his strength he'll certainly feed the entirety of Everlook for a few days.



Returning to the camp yielded... unexpected results from Francis. Ursius apparently tasted horrible, like oily curdled pine milk. Jeb on the other hand declared Hell-Hoot to be the mosst succulent owl he'd ever tasted. Both gave me shares of the meat. I'm not sure about the bear meat anymore, but the owl kebab sounds appetising. Legendary... or at least epic.

Once I'd finished my share of the meat (Ursius wasn't quite as bad as Francis said) I set out to hunt chimaera eggs. Understandably the chimaeras attacked when I took the eggs. After all, I wouldn't want anyone stealing my cubs children.



While I'm nearby I decided to make a start on the frostsabers. Just like the other pair Jez had me start small and work my way up to bigger game. It was almost a shame, these cats hold such regality. And the cubs! They're simply precious.



Focus. We started with the younger frostsabers and stalkers as they werer just about everywhere on the outskirts of the area. After we had enough Jez told us to work on the bigger pridewatchers and huntresses for their muscles. They make great burgers he says. Finally, with those dealt with we approached the big cat; Shy-Rotam. Amazingly I also found her mate, Sian-Rotam. It hurt a little to kill such amazing creatures.



<There are a few buttery stains here.>
Jez said that was enough or we'll run the risk of sending the big cats to extinction. I agree. First thing I did when I returned was give the goblin his eggs, as the chimaera could still smell them on me and I didn't particularly fancy killing any more of them. Jez was impressed I'd managed to subdue not only Shy-Rotam, but her mate too! As it turns out I was the fifth hunter to attempt such a feat. Two of the others were found when the capain went to fetch the cats' bodies... Like Jeb and Francis Jez offered me a share in the food. I did not eat the frostsaber meat, though Prel and Swift made short work of it. I did however enjoy the omlettes, especially cold.

I think I'll head back to Everlook for a rest now, and head back over to Haleh later to see if any more can be done. Later diary.

((I didn't actually kill Sian-Rotam. I couldn't resist, I tamed him and called him Jazz :3 He won't appear in the story though.))

D'aaaw, the kittens are so cute. :3

Also, I actually haven't seen Winterspring or Felwood, so this is sort of educational for me. Looks neat over all, I need to level a char and run through them.