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I wish that we were in the same place, so that I could laugh at you. Not just for having to ask me for money, again, but for the fact that you have been proven so wrong.

I met the nicest Forsaken warlock today, who gave me cloth and expected nothing in return other than conversation. Hopefully I run across him again. While he might be lacking most of his jaw and nearly all his flesh, he's certainly a good deal more pleasant than you, sir.

I'm keeping track. You owe me 10 gold, and had better settle up soon. I'd rather not mention to your sister that I practically own that red hawkstrider of yours.

Drop dead, silly boy-
E. Aquarii

(No, really don't drop dead. Just pay me back and leave me be!)

Current Mood:
satisfied satisfied
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The past few days, Darwin and I have been talking again. I haven't said a word about my feelings, even though they've come on stronger than ever. I blame that, though, mostly on the length of time since I've slept with anyone and the fact that I've been slaying Scourge left and right. I suppose it's my nature, to enjoy bringing down my prey. A strange warlock I met in Tanaris was reminding me that I could apply that to my affairs.

Feelings for Darwin aside, I fully intend on finding someone who'll be willing to fulfill all of my needs. In my admittedly short life, I haven't had much luck. They've either found tried to treat me like a delicate little city flower, or were far too intimidated by me to attempt to take things very far.

Is it so much to just want a man who'll treat me like an equal and not be afraid I'll break in two? We blood elves may be mortal, and I might look slim, but I'm certainly not fragile.

Current Location:
Orgrimmar
Current Mood:
frustrated frustrated
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Up until now, the attacks of the Scourge have been aimed in remote areas, likely to draw us away from the main cities. Today, I witnessed something that... leaves me breathless.

I was fishing. Of all things, I was fishing. In the Valley of Honor, when the Herald of the Lich King began to boom his ominous babble. I admit, I don't really listen. It's a lot of talk, but it's easy to shout when you aren't actually there.

However, the attacks have finally struck Orgrimmar. I saw them, frost dragons- all bones now, attacking the city from above while the Scourge attacked the ground. Darwin was there, and we fought side by side, doing or best to bring down the monstrosities. Griffin did well- I haven't been more proud. There was a terrifying moment when one of them turned their attention to me. I did the only thing I could do, attempt to run away until it became distracted so that I could resume my attack. Obviously, it worked. The wyrms were too high for my arrows to reach, though I tried. This was merely a wave of attack, and I cannot help but feel pride that I found alongside Lady Sylvanas and Thrall. (I feel shame however that Lor'thremar was nowhere to be found and that there wasn't single Farstrider there. Cairne sent sharpshooters)

This could not have come at a worse time. While the heads of our factions gathered to discuss moving in on Northrend, Garrosh Hellscream actually fought with Thrall. There can't be discord at a time like this. It will tear the Horde apart.

War is here. While Darwin and I did well today, I know that there is much that I need to accomplish before I can join the forces in Northrend. I know I'm going to look back on this and it won't make much sense- the rush of battle.
Current Location:
Orgrimmar
Current Mood:
pleased pleased
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I never did well in the gilded walls of Silvermoon, I'm not sure why I thought the catacombs of Lordaeron would be comforting for long. While it makes an impressive fortress, without much to do, it begins to feel like a prison. There have been a few Scourge that have made it through the gates, but with improved numbers of Deathwatchers guarding the city, Griffin and I have been reduced to assisting.

Thankfully, I've been tasked to return to Tanaris and do what I do best. Hunt. Apothecary Zinge, is sending me to the white dunes to collect samples from some of the animals for Light knows what. Nothing too difficult, but it will get me back to open skies. Scourge invasion be damned, I'll face whatever I need to. Despite it being remote, there are usually plenty of accomplished warriors to aid me, be they Horde or Alliance.

I admit I've underestimated Soruun. While I'm quite certain he read my journal, he hasn't treated me any differently. He actually encouraged me to get back out to Tanaris. Of course, it could be that he simply is tired of sharing a room with me and my overgrown kitten.

Dani was kind enough to drop in, show off her latest fashion and attempt to hide the fact that she was interested in my well-being. I haven't seen the rest. I do wonder how Darwin is faring, though I am not the sort to send missives. Perhaps Dani was right, and I am simply not cut out for anything more than the occasional nameless fling.
Current Location:
Undercity
Current Mood:
bored bored
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I failed to arrive at Light's Hope Chapel. I made it halfway through the Western Plaguelands and had to turn back. Seeing the Scourge overrun the land- it was simply far too familiar.

I remember when the runestones were breached, and the Scourge moved northward. And it was all brought back. I know, it seems like such a contradiction- I fought my way through the Ghostlands without hesitation, but now I can't move forward. Despite the cloud of death (or undeath) that hangs over the Ghostlands, there are still signs that it will recover. The animals that inhabit it may be more aggressive, but they are not as plagued and decaying as the creatures I saw were. The Ghostlands could be renewed within the next few years, but what I saw in the Plaguelands will take decades to undo.

So where have I been? I've been in Un'goro Crater. The hunt helped clear my mind and kept me from dwelling on my failure to accomplish what I had said was my own life's quest. I should have kept an account and at least sent word, but there is no inn in the crater, and Un'goro is far too dangerous. I've barely had any time to rest or take shelter. The creatures there are utterly dangerous, and fantastical.

Guilt still racks my brain, more so now that I am back and again living in Soruun's quarters. I should have told him at the very least, but I see the pride in his eyes and cannot admit that I am weak. Should you find this, little brother, I would not blame you for thinking less of me. I only wish that I could be the older sister you believe me to be.
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Current Location:
Undercity
Current Mood:
disappointed ashamed
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Sister,

I have not heard from you in some time, and I worry. Darwin hasn't heard from you, neither have Dani or El. Friends in Tanaris haven't seen you nor Griffin, and the Argent Dawn members here say that you never reported in. I've sent this same message to nearly a dozen places. If you get this, let me know that you are alright.

The zombies have gone, though the Scourge attacks have vanished. Your orders?

Sor

Current Location:
Undercity
Current Mood:
worried worried
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There's something comforting about these stone walls, this fortress. I would not admit this to my fellow blood elves, but I do not see the Forsaken as lowly nor as repulsive. True, most have given up any trappings of civility, but there is something to be said for their cause. It is not so different from that of the Sin'dorei- we both want to destroy Arthas and the Scourge for what they've done to us. True, I do not trust them entirely (part of me wonders if this plague is merely a test of what they've in store for the Alliance) but they are the faction within the Horde who has accepted us with open arms.

Besides, Lady Sylvanas has not forgotten who she was before she became the Dark Lady.

I have been busy. Every so often zombies will make their way into the city, as well as some Scourge - I do my best to help. The Argent Dawn have asked me to go to their headquarters in the Eastern Plaguelands, and do my part to fight this invasion. Sor has asked me to stay. Already I feel like a burden to him, I'm not sure I can impose for much longer. As safe as I feel here in the Undercity, it isn't a safe time, and I must do my part.

Despite the city's small size, I've managed not to see most of the Irregulars. Miraluna has found Blood Knights to debate how best to protect the Orb so that Silvermoon will remain safe. El has been hanging around Sor, with bottle in hand, musing about the End. Funny, a season ago she wouldn't talk to him.

I know that this cannot possibly be the end of everything. I realize, with more frequency, that my own end could be coming soon- though I'm not too sure how I feel about that.

My candle is growing dim, and Griffin's already asleep. I should join him so that I may start off for the Bulwark and the Plaguelands in the morning.
Current Location:
Undercity
Current Mood:
contemplative contemplative
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I have decided to take my brother's advice and leave Orgrimmar. From what little I understood of Daneela's explanation of plagues and resistances, this is only the beginning. It's been easy enough to seek shelter when the zombies grew too large in numbers to fight, but I imagine that soon it will become intolerable. Already, the streets are littered with the rotting corpses of these zombies.

Undercity should be safer. Orgrimmar, as great a city as it is, is poorly designed. With two entrances, and poorly guarded entrances at that, it's far too easy for the infected to cross through. And the guards that are there seem to become poisoned more easily than anyone else. More than once have I had to call on the help of the Argent Dawn's healers.

Through mutual friends, I've found that Sor actually has managed to find quarters in Undercity. How the boy managed that when so many are trying to seek refuge there, I'll never know. Hopefully he'll have a bit of floor for Griffin and me.
Current Location:
The Thundercaller, Zeppelin
Current Mood:
determined determined
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K-

I'm hoping that this reaches you. Yes, I'm in Undercity, just as you ordered. Being a good brother in that sense. Checked and father's fine, decided to close up his shop and barricade himself upstairs until this is over, though Silvermoon's seen few of the Undead.

Met El at the zepplin tower today, so she's safe. Told me that she'd seen you trying to fight off zombies who were trying to reach Thrall. I know you, sister. Being a hero is all well and good, but staying alive is more important.

Be well.

-Sor

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It isn't often that I get to see a beach that hasn't been infested by murlocs. I've been enjoying sitting in the sand, my Griffy-kit by my side. I had planned on going to Booty Bay again- one of those goblins owes me money. However, I saw with my own eyes what's coming from there. It's a plague, that turns the infected into a creature interested only in brains.

One of the Darkspear Trolls confirmed that it was similar to what they call zombies. Already, they're flooding Orgrimmar. I sent out word to the rest of the Irregulars that we should station ourselves out of Undercity if things get worse- with the number of guards and checkpoints, they should be safe.

Elessia's said she'll stay in Orgrimmar as long as possible, since healers are always needed. Already I'd heard rumors that this was getting harder to cure, so I hope she leaves soon. I intend to investigate myself. For some reason, Griffin wasn't affected when we'd both been attacked by a zombie. If he can keep their attention, I should be able to do some damage.

I'm still avoiding Darwin. Partially because I know I should be honest and tell him how I feel, and partly because I'm jealous that he's been off in Desolace with Dani, who has decided that now is the time to run around Kalimdor half dressed. She isn't a threat, even if she is all skin and breasts at the moment- that was settled before I went to the Farstriders. I know so little about magic and things of that nature- it's just hard to know that my world is growing smaller as my friends get to know one another. There's the fear that it'll get so small I'll be pushed from it entirely.

There are some pirates south of here, and one of the goblins asked me to bring her some pirate hats. After this, I'll fly back up to Ogrimmar and see what I can do.
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Current Location:
Steamwheedle Port, Tanaris
Current Mood:
anxious anxious
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