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[TygerDarkstorm]

That was...*sniffle* really well done. You about made me cry.

[Azunara]

Aw...

That's really quite saddening. The entirety of Lor'danel is.

[Varethyn]

((I must be on the right track if I can make my readers emotional ))

Dear diary

I feel better now, though my recent adventures still haunt me. Volcor has had his funeral rights, and Grimclaw refuses to leave the gravesite. I feel sorry for him but there is nothing I can do now. But there's no sense dwelling on things, right? In fact a dwarf, Gorbold Steelhand, just told me about the shipwrecks out at sea in the area and how they're crawling with those horrid fish-men murlocs or whatever. I'm to meet up with someone by the name of Gary who I will supposedly be helping.



Gary is on a little islet a short ways off-shore. And not a boat in sight. The sooner I'm done here in Darkshore the better, I'm tired of reeking of wet dog. Requiem also teased me by flying overhead. Back to the task at hand: Gary, another gnome, had created a few bomb-filled robot decoys. His plan was to send them out into the water and use a light to attract the murlocs to it before detonating. I have to admit, the little robots are actually kind of cute in a way.



Decoy success, the murlocs never knew what hit them.

Once back on dry land to report to the dwarf a night elf ranger-captain came running over to me. As if the troubles we've had so far aren't enough, now it seems a whole tribe of trolls to the north are about to set out on a war-path! Several sentinals are already out there to combat them, but many of them have been killed and the nearby tower used has been taken. I've given up with baths for now by the way, I'm constantly getting wet. Time to reduce myself to the dog side and just shake it off...



I assume that the flaming tower I rode past was the one I was told about. It is such a shame to see such things destroyed. Upon arriving at the ruins of Mathystra, where the sentinals had gathered to assault the trolls, I found myself tripping over the corpses of the tusked freaks. Someone's certainly been busy. Morra Starbreeze, the captain of this operation, confirmed that they'd been whittling away at the troll's numbers but much more needs to be done. Tysha explained how the trolls seem to be looking for something in the ruins and wants me to kill as many labourers as I find, and Balthule has asked, reluctantly, that I collect any Highborne relics. He fears they may be damaged in the scuffle.

I apologise diary, I had to take a moment before I start. My mind is filled of images of Bashal'aran, the wailing still echoing in my ears... Mathystra feels haunted too, but in a different way. No use sitting around though, we have some trolls to end.



It is still unclear what the trolls are after. Stone for building? Hopes of some magical artefact? Whichever the reason they had to be put down. I scoured the ruins for the buggers and killed all that didn't manage to run away, collecting the relics I found along the way.



One of them was of a cat. It's odd diary, it didn't feel like something Highborne. Yet there seems to be nothing of note with it. I wonder if I'll find more? I feel like I'm being watched...



I managed to kill one of their overseers. As I searched him for anything vaulable I found a report saying that they'd “captured another one”. I hurried back to the elves and showed this to Morra who now wants me to free any captives the trolls have in their little base up the path. While I'm there she also asked that I destroyed their armaments, and Tysha wants me to kill whatever might be lurking.



Orcs! And the cow-creatures known as tauren. The orcs worked with the forsaken to destroy my home! If the tauren are in league with the greenskins then they will pay too. Long live Greymane! For the glory of Gilneas!



Normally I do not enjoy violence, but something about watching the Horde armaments burn satisfied me. I revelled in the destruction of the warcamp, as they'd revelled in destroying Gilneas.

Amongst the confusion I all but tripped over a night elf; the civilian Morra had mentioned, Alanndarian. She had wondered up here despite the warnings given and now she's paying the price by having been captured by a torturer and is now slowly dying in agony. She ignored the signs, but she does not deserve such a fate. Before she was wracked by a final wave of agony she asked that I kill the torturer, Rit'ko, so no more suffered the same.



With Alanndarian's dying words in my ears I made sure to torture the troll a bit before killing him. Requiem flew back to the girl and began to sing. She is dead. Another life lost because of senseless brutality. I must rest for a moment. But believe me diary; they will all pay.

((Continued next post))

[Varethyn]

((Continued))

Dear diary

Forgive me for my outburst previously, I truly have no idea what came over me. Revenge on the Horde is still a clear objective but this bloodlust... is it because of the wolf side of me? Am I losing myself to the beast I'd become back in Gilneas? I must be careful to keep myself in check. I asked Req to peck me if he notices this change.

Back on track, now that I have recovered I looted Rit'ko's corpse of anything useful. Keys are definitely useful, especially as the missing sentinal, Aynasha, was locked in a cage nearby, waiting to be beaten as Alanndrian had.



Together we fought our way to the docks; she planned to swim all the way to Lor'danel to warn the people there. Better her than me honestly, I stink as it is and she is far stronger than I, even after being cooped up like an animal in that cage. Besides, I need to deliver the news. Before she dived Aynasha told me to tell Morra and the others about a magic shield the trolls were utilising.

Back at camp Morra was saddened but not surprised by Alanndrian's death. She is also rightly concerned about the magic barrier. I have been given a poisoned spear to kill the shaman using the magic as they'd likely replace the troll leader if we left it as that. Balthule asked me to collect some amulets while I'm at it. As I was sorting my equipment another elf, Mathas Wildwood, told me a little more about the tower. The Tower of Althalaxx was once home to a group called the “Shadow Council”, led by one of the Highborne. This Highborne, Athrikus Narassin, is long dead but his work may yet remain and may help the night elves' current plights. However forsaken – curse them all!- have taken over. I must get inside that tower and secure Narassin's work before they do.



Ugh. Diary the place was crawling with the rotting scum! All around me were the corpses of, I presume, the ex-Shadow Council and the forsaken busy looting everything they could get their grubby hands on. Clearing a path I searched everywhere for Narassin's work. I was ambushed by a particularly leader-like forsaken at the top of the burnt staircase, but Requiem distracted him long enough for me to turn him into a pincushion. On a crumbling ledge nearby I found a book. This must be what I was looking for.

Not far from the tower we found our first subleader dancing on a tree stump. I picked off all of his shaman lackeys, stealing the amulets they wore, and threw the spear at him. I admit I was disappointed that itself didn't do a whole lot of damage, but the poison worked wonders, allowing me to dodge his spells with ease.




I also found the second target using wind to hover inside one of the ruins in Maythistra. Again I hurled the spear and even used the pillars of the structure to block her attacks, forcing her to fight me face-to-face. I'm nervous though, I still feel like something is following me. I can feel a prescence... it is not sinister, just curious. Like a cat...



The time to strike full on has arrived. We've defeated the subleaders, removed their labourers and now have the means to finally end the leader of the Shatterspear trolls. Though we are still no closer to understanding why they attacked in the first place. Once I'd given Balthule the amulets he dexterously crafted them into an enchanted arrow. I am to take this arrow to a woman named Sandraya Moonfall who is currently leading the final offensive.

I was put on a nightsaber and sent to Shatterspear Vale, where the final fight is being held. I was greeted by Kerlonian Evershade, who told me that Sandraya was by a cave at the back of the vale. On my way there Kerlonian told me to accompany one of the Ancients, the giant tree-beings, and destroy everything. Buildings. Trolls. Everything. The risk of revenge was too great to ignore.


((It was so difficult to get the timing right for a decent shot for this!))

Requiem had to peck me just now. A few times. It hurts, but it stopped me turning feral again. I must not allow myself to enjoy this destruction so much. Yes we are defending ourselves from aggressive trolls but... is it all so necessary? To obliterate an entire troll tribe? No more orcs, nor tauren or forsaken. It is strange. I pity these poor creatures. But now that we're here we may as well end it right?



I met with Sandraya and gave her the arrow. As soon as I gave the word they all charged. Sandraya fired the arrow with pinpoint accuracy, shattering his magic shield. Requiem and I assaulted him as the sentinals took care of the others. It is over. The troll threat is now more. But why did this even happen? I took Sandraya's advice and searched the leader's body. A missive, from Garrosh Hellscream, the Horde's current warchief! The Horde plan war against us, having the Shatterspears attack from the north and an assault from the south may be imminant. I must warn Lor'danel!

My message came not a moment too soon it seems. All is well and Lor'danel is preparing for possible attack. I decided to take a well-earned rest when I spotted Cerellean Whiteclaw and, to my slight surprise, Grimclaw. The bear has finally left his old master's grave and is keeping the old guy company. Such a sweet ending; at least they won't be lonely any more. Cerellean thanked me by introducing me to an old treant ally of his: Withers. Withers is going to accompany me for a while, which I appreciate greatly. Requiem's already taken a liking to him. That or he's mistaken the poor thing for a small tree. Either way he keeps perching on Withers' branches.



See you later diary, I need a quick kip. Although that feeling still persists... If anything happens while I'm asleep I hope Requiem and Withers keep a good watch for trouble.

[Corpsebryde]

Yay! I'm so excited you started this diary up again; I missed reading it. Can't wait for more

[Varethyn]

I'm glad you still enjoy it

I feel I've hit a snag now. Lakita is finally level 20 (though I intend to finish Darkshore; I hate leaving zones unfinished ) and ready for the next pet. Now, in the last couple of posts I was gearing up to tame a certain cat. But I've since found another that suits Laki much better. I don't want to rewrite the story so not to focus on the ghostsaber's possible appearance but leaving it as a semi-obscure reference feels off. I even have an epic screenie! (I'd looked for it 2 levels early and forgot it was level 20... had to kill the poor thing *headdesk*). I want a further connection to it but I just can't find one!

How would the reference feel to you guys if I left it as that? It just feels like a loose end to me.

[Azunara]

I've got it! What if...

Okay, so let's say the cat you tame next was the cub of the Ghost Cat. The Ghost Cat herself was killed by the trolls way up in the ruins, and you're the first perceptive humanoid the Ghost Cat has seen, so she's trying to send you a message and lead you to her abandoned cub. That way, you get the new kitty, and the Ghost Cat hints are no longer out of place.

[TygerDarkstorm]

I like Azu's idea.

Also, nicely written as always; I love your screenshots!
Looking forward to more.

[Varethyn]

((Okay I think I've left you lot hanging long enough, time for another installment!))

Dear diary

I couldn't resist it any longer. The presence was keeping me awake; I had to know what it was. Req and Withers were asleep so I left on my own. The feeling guided me back to the ruins. There, I found another cat figurine but this time, when I touched it, a ghostly cat appeared!



I admit, I was startled and habitually shot at him. Yes... him. My arrows didn't seem to affect him though, neither did he seem bothered that I had attacked.



When he just sat there, staring at me with ethereal emerald eyes I took it as a sign and attempted to make a bond. Maybe he wanted to be my pet? I was wrong though but again he wasn't bothered. Suddenly he had pricked up his ears and darted out of the ruins, stopping a little way down the path and looking back at me: he wanted me to follow.



The ghost cat took me a fair way down the road at a quick pace, I had to sprint almost to keep up. Past Lor'danel all the way to the Withering Thicket. He turned sharply and weaved between the trees. So agile! I had a lot of trouble keeping up here. I saw him run up and over a large rock. When I reached the top and looked down I saw the cat laying next to a lone moonstalker cub.



No other sabers were nearby. Puzzled, I went in closer. The ghost looked up and moved back. He looked at me again and the words “My child.” entered my mind. I saw images and suddenly I knew: he had been released by his former master here in Darkshore for reasons he would not share and made a family among the moonstalkers. But poachers, possibly the same ones that attacked poor Grimclaw, had killed all of them. Well, almost. I understood. The ghostsaber wants me to take care of the one cub that had survived the massacre. I placed a hand on her head and carressed the soft blue-black fur. She purred and nuzzled close to me. I've made a new friend.



I wanted to thank the ghostsaber for bringing me here but he had already gone. A shame really. Regardless this little orphan saber seems to be warming up to me quite quickly. As soon as I'd made the bond with her she'd jumped up and licked my face. Now she's rolling around in the grass like a kitten. I can't help but laugh! She's so upbeat and cheerful. You know, I've never had a cat. Not even a domestic house-cat. This is completely new to me. I now know the perfect name for her: Bossa Nova, Bossa for short. Oh, and she loves her hugs.



I have no idea how Requiem will feel when we return. Maybe they'll get on? Bossa may not be a bird but she is extra company. We'll find out soon enough. It is time to return to Lor'danel and get some proper shut-eye. I can still feel the strange presence of the ghostsaber watching me, but he is no longer following.

Whoever you are, spirit cat, thank you for leading me to Bossa. I promise to take good care of her.

((I actually cheated a little and used Varethyn's ghostsaber Myst for some of these shots. But hey, I wanted it to look a bit more epic!
>_>
<_<
Thanks to Azunara for the idea of the moonstalker being the ghostsaber's cub!))

[Litlemouse]

Ooh I like it keep up the good work ^_^

[TygerDarkstorm]

That was a really cute way to introduce your next pet. ^_^

[Azunara]

((You're welcome! I loved how you pulled it off. Amazing. x3))

[Varethyn]

((I'm so happy you all like it! I was sort of tempted to throw Var himself in there and get some kind of relationship-type thing going... but that'd just make things a bit too complicated so I stuck to Myst (sorry Var! )
The story must go on! Just so you all know I did a few quests before I'd tamed Bossa but technically the tame happened before, so I threw in a quick excuse as to why Requiem's with me instead ))

Dear diary

Today I have decided: I need to embrace my wolfish side as much as my human side. Maybe that will help calm my mind. Maybe... To start with, I have legs don't I? The strength of the wolf is in me. Let me run like one! But I need a destination, where can I run to?

Well that was answered pretty fast; it has been discovered that the water elementals that attacked us on the beach are under the control of a cult known as “Twilight's Hammer”. They have a camp not far from here. I should pay them a visit. Bossa is still asleep right now but I'm excited to get this done. Requiem is coming with me instead for now but soon the two will have to meet.



I've never felt so fast diary! That was definitely a good idea. The cultists never expected an attack, let alone from a single wolf-girl who's discovering her true abilities. I also managed to snag a few scraps of paper with interesting writing on them. Yes, I did read them to make sure it wasn't a shopping list or something equally stupid.



As I turned to leave I heard a faint voice. There, on top of an alter of sorts was another elf. She'd been tortured by the Twilight's Hammer.



She did not say why, but simply asked that I freed the water elementals using a strange stone. I'd never thought the elementals to have been friendly. I had assumed they'd been summoned and were in league with the cult. It feels good, then, that if we can save the elementals, we'll have one more ally on side.



The girl died shortly after I told her my achievement. She was happy at least. I sat and listened to Requiem sing again. Wait, there's sometihng more in his voice this time. Sorrow, yes, mourning... loneliness? I took him and Withers a short way into the forest, where I attempted to work out what was wrong. Req stared at me from Withers' head with a look I never thought he'd have. He missed his flock in Westfall. I feel so guilty. It's been a while since we were last there. Next time I go to visit Tune I'll take Req back to where I'd found him.

I returned to Lor'danel to report my success on the Twilight's Hammer. It had been a good idea: a refugee camp had been located not far from the cultists! Night elves thought to have been drowned had gathered not far away. I should see how they fare and if there is anything I can do. Requiem, however, is feeling down still. He's perched on a rail in the inn looking out to sea. I wonder if he can tell where Westfall is from here? The innkeeper said she'd keep an eye on the bird for me. Grouchy as he can be I worry about him. Bossa's wide awake and rearing to do something, so at least I'm not alone.



There are several elves here, with more still arriving, all of them injured in some way or another. I felt their wary eyes on me as I entered the camp. Immediately I'd offered my (admittedly mediocre) skill in first aid but was declined. It didn't hurt too much; I could see the preistess here was doing an admirable job keeping everyone soothed. But I was hardly useless. A sentinal who had also been caught in the Cataclysm waved me over and explained how Auberdine now lies in ruins. Wicked shaman from Twilight's Hammer are now using it as a safehold for their spells and wind elementals run amok. She wants me to end the elementals permanantly by placing their bracers in the moonwell, thus cleansing them of the foul magics.

Another elf – a druid, Corvine Moonrise – heard the conversation and also threw a request my way: kill the shaman. There are at least three of them and all must pay for their misdeeds. He also mentioned something about Malfurion Stormrage. I remember meeting that druid with Tyrande in Darnassus. He's here somewhere in Darkshore! Who knows, maybe I'll bump into him on my travels. First things first though.

Wind elementals. Living cyclones. I had a hard time subduing any of them: if it wasn't their gusts blowing my arrows away it was Bossa too busy playing in the wind. She's lovable but maybe a bit too active. Somehow we managed to down a few of them and dumped the bracers in the well.



While I was running around chasing air as it were I heard a faint voice. Turning, I was surprised to see the ghost of a night elf standing next to a destroyed house. Yalda, as her name is, explained that she'd voluntarily remained in this plane to watch her friends and family but her joy has turned to sorrow as all of them are now either dead or missing. She wishes vengeance on the Twilight's Hammer and their creations for what they've done. I'm to entice the spirits of elven corpses out and help destroy a powerful revenant.



Coincidentally I located the corpses of the elves close by to the shaman's hideaways. All three now kiss the floor, ravaged by arrow and claw.



Yalda hailed me, pleased with my work. But now we must make sure nothing else happens. I'm concerned with her plan; she wants me to finish a summoning ritual to bring the revenant, Aetherion, into our world! Fair enough I need to kill it and I have Yalda's word that she and the other spirits will help, but it bothers me somewhat that in a way I am completing something the Hammer started. Very well, Bossa's getting edgy. Let's do this.



All I had to do was touch the orb floating at the end of the pier. As soon as I had a giant wind revenant appeared. This must have been Aetherion. It called out to me, saying how foolish I was. Well of course it would, who wouldn't be a fool to summon something like this? It was about to attack when Yalda and the other spirits attacked it first, sapping its energies. I delivered the final blow and Aetherion was no more than an echo of anger in the wind. Yalda was conent to leave this world knowing all will soon be well. I should tell the people at the camp about this.

But things can never be simple can they? Oh no. As I was walking away I heard someone shouting. At the top of the inn I found a mildly beaten dwarf woman with a chain around her leg. She begged me to save her. I suppose one more good deed wouldn't hurt and picked the lock with a claw. Handy things those. The dwarf, Hollee, mourned the loss of the dead elves before we departed the ruins.



Safe at the camp once more the wounded sentinal, Hollee's companion and Corvine were all relieved to hear the news. It will take a long time before Auberdine is returned to its original glory but at least now the elves have nothing to stop them from doing so once they heal. I think I'll take a break here diary. After this I shall press on towards Ashenvale.

((By the way, how do you lot feel about the multi-pics? The ones where I've smushed several shots together. Just wondering cos I seem to be making a lot of those, but it feels better to me to do that than spam the page with pictures ))

[Azunara]

((I liked the three parter one a lot, the quarter one not as much, but you could also chalk that up to Auberdine's awful lighting.))

[TygerDarkstorm]

I think the multi pics work out nicely for those quests in which you kill mulitple named mobs and such. I thought they were suiting where you used them. This was another beautiful piece, I am enjoying reading about your worgen's adventures. Hope Req starts feeling better soon.

[Varethyn]

((Good to know!))

Dear diary

How in Greymane's name did I miss this?!



Not very far from the refugees' camp is a massive tornado! And not just any normal tornado I fear. My journey must go on though; I should give this thing a wide berth. Who knows where or how I'd end up if I got caught in it. Bossa would be fine though: cats always land on their feet, right?

<The next couple of pages are ripped but legible.>
Trust me diary, I have no idea why I'm doing this either. As we'd drawn close to the tornado Bossa picked up a scent and charged. Right into the tornado's base! When she disappeared into the swirling dust almost unhindered I chanced following. No way I'm losing her so soon after promising to protect her.



Malfurion! So the rumours were true, he is here in Darkshore and he needs help. The great druid did not move but he knew I was there. He explained how he was using every ounce of his strength to keep the entirety of Darkshore from being ripped apart. Amazing. Because of this he was unable to do anything else and implored that I gain allegience with nearby potential allies: a race of creatures called “furbolgs”, the “wildkin” that lived not far from this location and an ancient or war, currently defending another Highborne site. I remember seeing strange bear-birds with antlers on the way here; I think I'll start with those.



The cave Malfurion had described to me was easy enough to find, but the sense of loss and mourning here makes my fur stand on end. Before me stands one of the strange creatures: Aroom, the last wildkin of Darkshore. It must be awful to have your entire clan destroyed around you. Aroom hoots with such sadness. Bossa nuzzled him affectionately and is now curled around his... paws? Talons? Anyway. He is capable of speaking common and asks that I collect the feathers of his fallen brethren so they may be properly burned on a funeral pyre.



All around me feathers of wildkin littered the floor, so that was easy enough. I would've felt bad if I had to pluck them from- <The sentence stops abruptly.>

As if things couldn't get worse. It felt odd that there were no signs of anything else here, save the odd critter that Bossa keeps pouncing on. So to turn around and be attacked by the maddened spirits of the wildkin didn't come as too much of a surprise. Still bloody hurt though. I feel terrible for having to kill them (again) but this should hopefully give them peace. Things should be fine once the funereal cermony is complete.



Aroom is understandably hollow about all of this, but I could hear the gratefulness in his voice. Now we just need fire. But not just any fire: Elune's Fire. According to Aroom the spirit of the former flamekeeper should still possess it. We shold end his pain and retrieve the torch he holds.



Uncomfortable but necessary. I retrieved the torch from the spirit's grasp and returned it to Aroom. The relief, respect and mourning were all clear in that single, low-pitched hoot he let out. The pyre was lit and the feathers burned. The wildkin are at peace now. Aroom needs some time to recover – who can blame him? - so I'll give Malfurion note of his imminant arrival. Next on the to-help list; the anciant of war, Selenn.



Selenn was down in Ameth'aran guarding it against earth elementals that were swarming the place. He explained that, while he was compelled to aid Malfurion, his first duty was to protect the area. Looks like the only way to get his help is to remove the threat, eh?



Just like the piles of pebbles they are the elementals fell to pieces and rolled away once dealt with. Selenn was impressed and will join the druid when he's sure the place is safe. Wait, I just made sure it was safe didn't I? Stupid cat-faced tree-thing.



Final target; the furbolgs. Humanoid bear-creatures. And certainly not the teddy-bear kind at that. They seem to be having more than a “heated” argument with the local fire elementals. Bad pun, I know. Back to business: in short their chieftain wants me to help dispose of the flaming pests. But not in the traditional way. He gave me a special totem to trap the elemental spirits in and, hopefully, calm them. We'll find out soon enough. Withers stayed behind for obvious reasons.



Spirits trapped, I need to take them to the proper place to be soothed. Doing it any other way will annoy them apparently. But fire doesn't like to be soothed, it will fight back until it is snuffed out completely. Basically that meant the elementals will attack the totem while they're being soothed. A bit hot under the collar aren't we?



Well, I certainly hope the elementals are soothed because I'm plenty frazzled. As long as the totem remained at the firestone little embers popped up and attacked us. Followed by a pretty ticked-off flame revenant. I hope the furbolg was right and that's all it took... even he seems concerned that the spark might flare up again if left unchecked. I'll let him and his people sort that out while I report to Malfurion.

Nothing is ever easy, even for the most powerful of druids. Now that our allies have gathered Malfurion has realised that even this isn't enough. We need one more powerful ally. As it happens he'd heard that the Twilight's Hammer had managed to open a passage into the Emerald Dream, specifically a nightmare-filled part, and had entrapped an emerald dragon there. Dragons now! I had never dared hope I'd actually see one for myself, even if the world is supposedly being wrecked by a giant black one. I am still the only one with free hands, so once more I have to brave the extreme, to face wave after wave of cultists as they try to stop me from reaching the portal!



...Actually it was just a quick stroll inside. What cultists there were got picked off from afar. Jeez, they don't guard them like they used to, do they? The Emerald Dream doesn't appear to be much different from our world, give or take the odd strange... things. Thessera, the dragon, was practically waiting for me on the other side of the portal in chains. Such a magnificent beast, even when shackled. The nightmare guardian holds the key.



I don't even want to know what that thing was. I'm just glad to have gotten the key off of it and free Thessera. To speed things up a bit Thessera told me to climb onto her back and fly us out. At first I thought coaxing Bossa up would be a chore, but she quite happily vaulted her way up without me. Holding her close with one arm and clenching a large scale in the other paw the dragon took us back to Malfurion and the others.




Flying in its own right is amazing enough, but to ride a dragon was simply exhillerating! It didn't end there either; the last threat was literally above us, within the tornado. Twilight's Hammer had corrupted twilight drakes and were using them as mounts, summoning more through a portal. Thessera and I had to close the portal and kill as many of these drakeriders as we were able. I marvel at my own strength sometimes diary: flying into the tornado on dragonback should surely have whipped me off like a leaf.



Thessera performed admirably, spitting a poison barrage at the portal til it imploded, taking a few drakeriders with it, and then picking off the stragglers. The only real part I played in it all was warning of riders coming in from behind, and even then Thessera was quick to react. I felt small and unnecessary. But the experience was well worth it. With that done it is time to move on. Malfurion asked me to meet with a fellow druid, Balren of the Claw, over at the Grove of Ancients.

Balren greeted me warmly once I'd explained my efforts with Malfurion. He told me to get some rest; there's plenty more work that needs to be done and right now I'm in no state to continue. I couldn't agree more actually, though I hadn't realised just how tired I was. I rode on a dragon for pity's sake! Well diary, I'll give some pause for now. Write in you again soon.

[TygerDarkstorm]

A little bit of a late response but I loved seeing that questline done RP style. I just recently completed all the way through and was surprised when you got to meet up and ride the green dragon. Lots of fun.

Anyway, well-written as always; look forward to more.

[Varethyn]

Late replies are better than no replies b^^ I try to churn these out every/other day depending on how bored I get, no need to reply to each and every one if you've got other things to do

I also enjoyed this chain a fair bit. One of the few that actually make me feel like I'm doing something instead of just aimlessly whacking a few select mobs. RP makes it all the better as you see it through someone else's eyes rather than just think "interesting quest". Involvement ftw!

[Azunara]

Yeah. Another reason why these things are so fun. I've already gone through EK with my lock, but going through it again as another person really helps, because I'm not seeing it, I'm just recording what Sol sees, and I get to add all these fun little tidbits and references and this and that to make it more fun. Sure, you have to click my screenies. Yeah, it's more text than photo. But it's still a -really- fun way to do it.

[TygerDarkstorm]

I like replying to these so that way the person making them knows someone's reading and cares. Just a personal thing of mine since I know that sometimes it's kind of depressing to keep posting when it feels like no one cares or something.

And definitely doing these from an RP perspective makes questing all the more unique.