Dear Journal,
Gidwin sent me a letter recently, he said that Lillith was doing okay for now. He said she misses me, I'll have to visit her sometime. Till then, I've been resting in Badlands. It's way too hot and desert dust coats everything and it's awful. Nonetheless, Tira is well used to it and will occasionally perch above Buzzard and spread her wings, giving the poor guy shade.
The goblins at Fuselight, not surprisingly, required our help to take care of some ogres. So we were off to do that.

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In case you were curious, they smell like rot and nasty things, these ogres. Buzzard looked miserable, sneezing and trying to get rid of the smell. Tira was eager enough to kill them though, frantically flapping back to me when they died, head tilted, eager to please.
Once returned, we were told to shove Billy Goats off of cliffs.

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It was highly amusing, they gave this little "MAAAaaaaa" sound aas they went down, and there was this "sploitch!" kind of sound as they sort of made this wet implosion from the crash. Tira gave a triumphant crow as they went down, flapping her wings and swirling in the air dizzily. And Buzzard followed them down, lighting a few on fire as they fell. All in all, it was a fun time by all, pushing goats off cliffs.
Once done, we all went to meet this person named Rhea, who wanted us to deliever some goggles for her experiment. We were running, and then-

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Everywhere. Black dragons took to the sky, giving wheedling calls. Their hatchlings stuck close to the ground, meandering. Tira fluffed up her feather, giving a rattling hiss. Damn dragons. They hurt my friends, they killed Sparky. They were all going to suffer.
Making my way towards Rhea was supposed to be, she told me to keep the googles, requiring I collected dragon eggs and slay whelplings. Both sounded easy, so I set to work. Something about her had startled Buzzard, and he had stuffed himself deep in my bags before we met her.
We went to kill the dragons, Tira rising into the air and taking them there, ripping at their wing membrane and pulling them down from the sky.

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((Interestingly enough, Tira would fly on up into the sky and fight the dragon there as opposed to waiting for it to land. I don't know if that's intended or not, but it's pretty cool.))
Finished, we returned to Rhea. She turned, saying she was no ordinary goblin. First, she cast a spell in a language I didn't quite catch, and revealed a black dragon broodmother, trapped and cloaked from her flight. She tried to tell me that it wasn't as cruel as it seemed, but I could care less. It's what they deserve.
Furthermore though, she said quietly, "Varistrasz, you may come out, now." Buzzard peered out of the bag, giving a soft and wondered growl. He struggled to form the words he wanted to say, but haltingly, he told the goblin: "Buzzard, now. Solaira, my friend." Rhea looked at him with surprise, and then nodded, telling me if she is to trust me, then I was to retrieve the eggs, so she could find her uncorrupted black. Buzzard perched on my shoulder, nudging me, and Tira cawed, ready.
We went in, and Tira kept her distracted while I stole the eggs.

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Once done, she turned to me, and muttered one more spell, revealing her true form and explaining herself to be a servant of the aspect, Alexstrasza.

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She told us to see Dr.Blam, and we went off to do as she ordered, carrying the black dragon samples. He studied the samples, but said he couldn't do too much until I took care of the trogg problem. So I hopped onto one of his "Blam Turrets" and got ready for the swarm.
We pulled through, and told us to go to the Dustwind Dig. All the samples were corrupted, but he guessed some titan artifacts could fix them up real quick. I'll check it out tomorrow, I'm still acclimating to the heat, and it's mid day, dangerous to be out. Till then, journal.