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Plague. Scourge. Legion. Naga. Trolls. Nightmare. We are surrounded by enemies. Everyone rushes off to fight the plague and destroy the crystals that appear and spread Scourge. It leaves our flanks open to attack. But they rush off, gung-ho and stupid. All for a pat on the back from the Argent Dawn, some fancy new clothing and a chance to be a hero.
Heroes will get us all killed. Heroes and glory-seekers and treasure-hunters.
The cities aren't safe anymore. I ventured into the Coilfang Reservoir again, on Cenarion business - musn't forget that I serve them before the Argent Dawn - to investigate the Naga dealings in Zangarmarsh further. The plague has reached neither the Reservoir nor Zul'Aman. This is probably a good thing. Maybe not. The plague might do what we cannot.
It's a pity. I was hoping to see what effect the plague might have had on the former Highborne. Also the plague mixed with the troll regeneration. True, our own Darkspear fall as easily as any others, but the forest trolls of Zul'Aman are a hardier breed, from what I can tell.
Warcaller Manbreaker and her clan put out the call and I took the liberty of accepting the summons to conduct my research. We left slaughter in our wake. Sometimes I envy the warriors, the knife-dancers and the twin-clawed shaman. I wanted to beat them with my staff, rend their flesh with my hands and claws, crack their bones. But I called upon the celestial fires and burnt their bodies, melted their flesh, seared their bones brittle from a distance. No blood on my hands, so why do I feel it?
I need a break from the killing the fighting. I should investigate the plague in greater depth. The Royal Apothecary Society claims to be near a cure. For such a volatile and quickly evolving pathogen, I wonder how it is they have discovered an antidote in such a timely fashion. Blight is suspicious of them, as well. She worries me. She was not so disturbed when I first met her. Kun is also cautious. We should all be. As was said, nothing is as it seems. Least of all the Apothecaries. They have no room for compassion in their withered hearts. It is all part of their research. But for what?
I should speak to Kun. His name was mentioned in passing at the gathering the other evening. He seems to be the one to go to about troubling dreams. I just hope he is not another self-styled dream walker, arrogant enought to believe that Ysera actually acknowledges the doings of mortals when they don't disrupt her plans.
I cannot stomach more of the would-be heroes and saviours. Earthmother save us from the false prophets and holy warriors of the plague-be-damned Light.
Heroes will get us all killed. Heroes and glory-seekers and treasure-hunters.
The cities aren't safe anymore. I ventured into the Coilfang Reservoir again, on Cenarion business - musn't forget that I serve them before the Argent Dawn - to investigate the Naga dealings in Zangarmarsh further. The plague has reached neither the Reservoir nor Zul'Aman. This is probably a good thing. Maybe not. The plague might do what we cannot.
It's a pity. I was hoping to see what effect the plague might have had on the former Highborne. Also the plague mixed with the troll regeneration. True, our own Darkspear fall as easily as any others, but the forest trolls of Zul'Aman are a hardier breed, from what I can tell.
Warcaller Manbreaker and her clan put out the call and I took the liberty of accepting the summons to conduct my research. We left slaughter in our wake. Sometimes I envy the warriors, the knife-dancers and the twin-clawed shaman. I wanted to beat them with my staff, rend their flesh with my hands and claws, crack their bones. But I called upon the celestial fires and burnt their bodies, melted their flesh, seared their bones brittle from a distance. No blood on my hands, so why do I feel it?
I need a break from the killing the fighting. I should investigate the plague in greater depth. The Royal Apothecary Society claims to be near a cure. For such a volatile and quickly evolving pathogen, I wonder how it is they have discovered an antidote in such a timely fashion. Blight is suspicious of them, as well. She worries me. She was not so disturbed when I first met her. Kun is also cautious. We should all be. As was said, nothing is as it seems. Least of all the Apothecaries. They have no room for compassion in their withered hearts. It is all part of their research. But for what?
I should speak to Kun. His name was mentioned in passing at the gathering the other evening. He seems to be the one to go to about troubling dreams. I just hope he is not another self-styled dream walker, arrogant enought to believe that Ysera actually acknowledges the doings of mortals when they don't disrupt her plans.
I cannot stomach more of the would-be heroes and saviours. Earthmother save us from the false prophets and holy warriors of the plague-be-damned Light.