((*Pant pant* She's not at 65 yet - 63, rather - but I have 39 screenshots already and I may as well write a quick post for her.
I finally decided on a level 65 pet, too. I think. Maybe.))
Journal Entry 12
What a strange place the Outlands is. I continue to marvel at it. I was foolish to think Daemon, my ravager, was the strangest beast I would see! I did end up naming her Daemon, "Twisted Soul" in old Orcish. While she may not be twisted, her appearance is.
Last time I wrote I was killing demons, and I continued to do the same. They have strange living metal that is made into cannons - they're somehow disturbing. They even let out death rattles as they 'died'. Daemon didn't blink, but I started to think twice about the metal around me. Demons are strange.
Did I ever mention that demons swarm worse than any creature I've ever seen before? At one point I had several Forge Lords, a demon mistress, a few slaves, and some fel guards attacking all at the same time. Daemon made fools out of them. She leapt around and wove between them, spinning in the air to gash them and leave them crippled. What a beast I have befriended! Rutilus helped too, of course, flying into the air and spitting fire at the demons. He ran off to chase an imp then.
We were searching for a demon lord, who was apparently holding a key. That key would be able to jam a demon portal that was teleporting in soldiers of the Burning Legion. After wading through endless demons, we found him. It? I'm not sure with demons.
Rutilus hadn't returned and I was starting to get worried.
We had one last demon-slaying task to do once the demon portal was jammed - slay Terrorfiends.
They have mouths on their stomachs. What kind of creature has - needs - mouths on their stomachs? Do they ever use them? They seemed to attack with their arms more than anything, despite their horns and huge mouths. Hmm.
Rutilus still hadn't returned!
Nazgrul had a very urgent task for me when I returned. He seemed very worried about an assassin that was supposedly posted down the road some, and wanted me to find and kill him. Cragtooth spotted him quickly as we flew along the road and banked to fly above the assassin, who was thoroughly dead. A thick, strongly built stone axe was protruding from his back.
The axe looked familiar - I guessed immediately that it was made in a way similar to how us Orcs make our own. Orcs! I knew enough about my kind to know we came from Draenor, which is this land. I had heard tales of the legendary Mag'har, the Uncorrupted Orcs, before - back when the Outlands was populated by hundreds of adventurers. Now they've moved on to other lands. I didn't expect to ever meet the Mag'har, though, besides Warchief Garrosh. With the help of a seer's Spirit Wolf, I made my way to their camp.
I met their own captain, along with several hunters and shamans. They were fairly used to adventurers coming by, but I was the first in some time. Travel through the Outlands has slowed greatly.
After speaking with them for some time, I left to find Spinebreaker Post. They didn't shy from giving me many tasks, both easy and difficult, as if relieved that an adventurer had finally come by.
The easiest of them was to gather herbs to help heal a wounded orc. Of course, the herbs grew mostly in a crag filled with ravenous vultures. It wasn't the most glamorous of tasks, but I'm used to it by now. Besides, I was helping an orc.
An undead wanted us to kill ghosts, humans at that. I was happy to oblige. As we were fighting, a MASSIVE robotic monster patrolled by. It was so massive that each step shook the ground and its venting roars deafened anyone nearby.
That, apparently, scared Rutilus out of hiding, and he joined me again by ramming his head into my shoulder and squeaking fearfully. I noticed that he had an imp skull in his claws - he had been fighting.
Another undead, an alchemist, was interested in Fel Orc blood. He wanted me to gather it and boil it in a cauldron that the Fel Orcs had. Overall it was an easy enough task, though whenever I boiled the blood I found that massive black beetles would pour forth and skitter around before running off. Why, I don't know yet.
I was right next to Grillok's cave by that point. Grillok Darkeye, the Fel Orc shaman that sold his eye to a demon for power. Finding him was simple - killing him, nearly as easy.
Zeth'gor was nearby at that point, so I payed a visit, burning all the buildings I came across. The wood was dry and old, as Hellfire isn't the most moist of places, and burned easily.
The stable was guarded by a stable master and several wolves. I felt a pang of guilt killing the wolves, but they were trained to kill anyone who wasn't a Fel Orc - there was little hope for them. I felt especially bad for the brown one, who looked very much like Goshlok.
Then it was back to killing ghosts. They had a commander who held a horn of some sort, and the Forsaken at Spinebreaker Post wanted it. I was surprised to see that the commander seemed alive. Daemon watched my back while I looked for the horn - the ghosts were so transparent that sometimes they'd appear near out of nowhere.
The horn, I learned, summoned the ghosts. And Ghosts, I learned, don't like some of the Fel Orcs. I blew the horn at the foot of a small tower and a Fel Orc attacked - then got overrun by a swarm of ghosts.
The ghosts were quite happy with me. They crowded around me, some kneeling. It was odd. Ghost or not, I've never had a human kneel before me in respect.
Onwards... More demons. Voidwalkers this time. I was to collect Void Shards, which seemed easy enough - until the Voidwalkers started to explode upon weakening. Fel!
We collected the shard of the Void Prince as well. He was massive, and that scared Rutilus. To my surprise and pride, however, he aided anyway, despite the fact that I could see he was terrified. He's maturing.
That was the last task the people at Spinebreaker Post had for me except one last thing - check on a crashed zepplin. It looked like a violent crash, but both occupants were unharmed.
GOBLINS. I should have known. Bloody, spirits-cursed, fel-hearted goblins.
I guessed that they would have disagreeable tasks for me, and I was correct - they wanted me to raid a Ravager nesting area and steal eggs. As soon as I came close I saw that they were the same species as Daemon. She had probably been born there. Not wanting to disturb her, I sent her back to Spinebreaker and took on the ravagers with Rutilus.
I happened to notice while fighting that there were larger, more dangerous looking ravagers about. They were very protective of the smaller ravagers and the eggs, so I guessed that they were adults. Will Daemon grow into that some day?
I didn't have much time to wonder. A goblin - of course, a goblin - landed next to me, riding a windrider. He demanded that I follow, saying that he was going to raid Hellfire Citadel itself, and he needed someone to watch his back. I didn't have time to argue, so I followed.
The POWER that goblin had! He waded through hundreds of Fel Orcs like he was wading through a swarm of harmless bugs, ordering me to pull them into piles and burn the bodies. I thought I could kill many Fel Orcs - I had no idea.
((Thanks Nugget! Two Ramps runs and a Blood Furnace run. <3))
When we finally emerged from the Citadel, it was practically deserted. With the Fel Orcs being the main threat to Hellfire, I realized I had little business staying. I headed to Zangermarsh.
((Continued))
