Fuel the Fire: Diary/Journal Entries.
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				Title: <strong>Fuel the Fire: Diary/Journal Entries.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 03:37:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Silven's Journal</span></div>Warning:&nbsp; To anyone reading these passages, know that this book has been enchanted and will notify me to the intrusion into my personal space.&nbsp; If you are reading this, you are either a very cunning thief, a foolish pickpocket or you killed me.&nbsp; I highly doubt the third, but that is not for me to judge.<br><br>Entry 47: Current location Outskirts of Darnassus<br>Hunting for Night Elves.<br><br>The hunt is going well I would think, my potion worked flawlessly and my appearence is that of one of them.&nbsp; The Night Elves are known the wiser to my presence though the Huntress seems to find a flaw in every male.&nbsp; She might just be uninterested in my gender or some tragedy struck her when she was younger.&nbsp; It's not really my concern, I just want pay back on that bitch for the unjustices she spoke against my race and the callousness she used against me.&nbsp; Her sister though, she is pleasant enough and while it pains me to strike down one innocent in my personal affairs, harm to her will most likely make the huntress pay even more.<br><br>&nbsp;Now that I'm here in Darnassus, I'm continueing to hunt the two maidens, I spoke to the Huntress earlier.&nbsp; She was quick to insult the forsaken and even quicker to leave at my presence; I know not what this means.&nbsp; All I know is that I need to keep a sharper eye on the pair, they are getting further and further from my grasp and my potions effects are wearing out.&nbsp; I'll search for more of the reagents to continue my transfiguration potion, then I will return and seek them out again.&nbsp; Though, the more I think about it, the more I do not wish to hurt the Priestess.&nbsp; She reminds me to much of....no....that is a demon long gone from my memory.<br><br>Entry 48: Terokkar Forest<br><br>No sign of anything for a while, came back to the Outlands to rest and gather reagents, though it appears my choice lead me to a few unusual finds.&nbsp; Several of the herbs I'm picking are immune to the blight I spread with just a touch.&nbsp; I have to activate it of course, but now it seems fauna is gaining resistance to it.&nbsp; This is troubling, I will have to report back to the Undercity about this problem.&nbsp; <br><br>The Undercity will have to wait, spotted the Night Elve sisters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Diary/Journal Entries.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 03:48:12</strong>
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				PROPERTY OF EXPLORER'S LEAGUE<br>Detailing of Events and Discoveries related to Emrick Stone<br>First of June, the year 31<br>Log #101<br><br>Talia's hoof went through a rotten plank on the boardwalk not an hour ago, and only a few miles until the end of the Zangarmarsh!&nbsp; The surrounding land is more or less solid and resembles a thick bog, full of low brambles and the occasional mushroom, but the ground is actually more liquid than solid.&nbsp; Stepping on it causes your foot to sink into it.&nbsp; It sends chills up my spine, especially the foul smell that arises whenever the surface of the "ground" is broken: all rot and decaying plantlife.&nbsp; Still, gone are the deep canals and broad lakes that make up most of the marsh, and islands of actual solid ground are much more common.&nbsp; I'm nearly back to Terrokar!<br><br>As for Talia.&nbsp; I was traveling with a Druid of the Fang on his way back to the Cenarion Thicket, and being a druid, he is a man skilled in herbalism.&nbsp; He fixed Talia's leg, binding the bone and healing the worst of the damage, and then covering the rest with a salve made from some of the local flora, and then covering that with a length of linen.&nbsp; He has long since drifted off to a pass farther east in the mountains, and I am now alone and resting, letting my mare's leg relax before we finish the last leg of our journey.&nbsp; I wonder if I will see Alyxe in Shattrath.<br><br>PROPERTY OF EXPLORER'S LEAGUE<br>Detailing of Events and Discoveries related to Emrick Stone<br>Second of June, the year 31<br>Log #102<br><br>Talia made the rest of the journey without complain; Krannos' talents surely worked wonders on her leg!&nbsp; My various recordings and samples from the Netherstorm now rest safe with Rommus in Shattrath's hospice, but I find myself drawn outside the city already.&nbsp; After only restocking my supplies and meeting my friend, I was appealed to by a warlock: an orc.&nbsp; His name is Duran Deathblow, and he is apparently an outcast of the Horde, closer to the orcs of Nagrand than the orcs of Durotar.&nbsp; Aside from his use of demons, of course.&nbsp; He was seeking allies to help him deal with Horde raiders in the Zangarmarsh, who are sacking the various settlements within it.<br><br>His story tricked me into supporting him at first, but Rommus - Light heal him - planted a seed of doubt in my mind: eloquent outcast or no, he was still an orc, AND A WARLOCK.&nbsp; One can't so easily trust either of those, let alone both!&nbsp; Duran's tale may be true...&nbsp; it may also be a deception.&nbsp; I do not know, and I'm unable to pluck the thoughts from his mind thanks to his dark auras.<br><br>However, all may not be lost if he betrays me.&nbsp; There is another with us, a draenei paladin whose name has already fled my mind (and I don't have the humility to ask again).&nbsp; She and I share a common link, the Alliance, and because of that I hope she'll make a good ally in the future.<br><br>I write this now as we approach the Zangarmarsh, and I wonder if there will be a Log #103.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel the Fire: Diary/Journal Entries.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 04:41:30</strong>
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				[Written on a piece of resilient parchment in a book made of varying grades of parchment]<br>Showed Otoa around Shattrath today with the help of Silven until Silven got distracted.<br>Saw a troll looking to get his butt handed to him by some member of the Alliance outside the World's End Tavern inspecting a Night Elf riding saber.<br><br><br>[Written on a piece of linen cloth]<br>Property of Kittar, Shadow Priest of Sen'Jin<br>So going to <del>kill</del> maim that wind trader that sold me a map to Shattrath. Would have been there a week ago if that creature hadn't scammed me. Met Say though, so maybe things aren't all that bad and Say knows where the city is and is willing to fly me there. I like the shiny whistle he gave me to call him.
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