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This is the second time I come to my journal at the end of the day and struggle to hold my writing utensil. I will not make excuses for myself, but I believe this was time well-spent. I signed up to join a group of adventurers, lead by the Argent Crusade, to clear out remnants of Scourge from a necropolis. According to Aquenda and another death knight (Idith?) they seemed to have been reconstructing a lot of what Naxxramas was. I got a little ... pushed around, I suppose. Took a nice hit to the head that seemed to knock me clean out until the Tauren priestess (Eph- something Effie? Ephe?) helped me out. Was dizzy for a bit afterward.
For a while I was a bit disappointed. The necropolis seemed so packed with spiders and nerubians that wound up rather quickly and effortlessly dispatched by the lot of us. Then we got deeper into it and things started picking up. Cultists (the poor sheep), abominations, geists, death knights still held under the sway of ... what? The Lich King is dead, isn't he? I suppose the lich we found in the necropolis could be the answer to all of it. There were globs of acidic ... goo? that we had to run past without getting all over us. Some huge dog-abomination. dogbominatio
In the midst of all this, Bloodaxe showed up. Whether or not he had actually signed up for this is still questionable, as I believe he had only been looking for me and happened to show up where I was. He seemed a bit casual, and while I didn't expect him to act much different, he began to seem ... bored? He did obey orders that the commanding Argent Crusader officer gave him. (Sebrawin, Sebrawyn?) I was concerned when it seemed as though he had fallen over from something, but he was just fine, as it turns out. I was concerned
I seemed to have sustained minor injuries, even during that last battle with the lich we faced. Ice was ... everywhere. Tiny shards of it, bigger shards, just hailing down and catching in all the little places between armor and it was everywhere and the stinging didn't stop it didn't stop
My head aches.
It's alright. I'm tired, but Ephe patched up the cuts and scrapes and the sti-
The stinging and ice and cold is gone now Rue. The fire is warm and you are safe and sound. You are above irrational fears after the heat of battle. Sleep, rest, and be content with a job well done.
I was concerned. As in, truly worried. I can't remember feeling so ... bothered.
For a while I was a bit disappointed. The necropolis seemed so packed with spiders and nerubians that wound up rather quickly and effortlessly dispatched by the lot of us. Then we got deeper into it and things started picking up. Cultists (the poor sheep), abominations, geists, death knights still held under the sway of ... what? The Lich King is dead, isn't he? I suppose the lich we found in the necropolis could be the answer to all of it. There were globs of acidic ... goo? that we had to run past without getting all over us. Some huge dog-abomination. dogbominatio
In the midst of all this, Bloodaxe showed up. Whether or not he had actually signed up for this is still questionable, as I believe he had only been looking for me and happened to show up where I was. He seemed a bit casual, and while I didn't expect him to act much different, he began to seem ... bored? He did obey orders that the commanding Argent Crusader officer gave him. (Sebrawin, Sebrawyn?) I was concerned when it seemed as though he had fallen over from something, but he was just fine, as it turns out. I was concerned
I seemed to have sustained minor injuries, even during that last battle with the lich we faced. Ice was ... everywhere. Tiny shards of it, bigger shards, just hailing down and catching in all the little places between armor and it was everywhere and the stinging didn't stop it didn't stop
My head aches.
It's alright. I'm tired, but Ephe patched up the cuts and scrapes and the sti-
The stinging and ice and cold is gone now Rue. The fire is warm and you are safe and sound. You are above irrational fears after the heat of battle. Sleep, rest, and be content with a job well done.
I was concerned. As in, truly worried. I can't remember feeling so ... bothered.