Vrykul Honor

A while back, I traveled through Storm Peaks and ran across a sorceress in need of aid. Helping her, I met Thorim the Great Watcher of the Storms. She turned out to be the puppet of Loken, Thorim's evil brother. I was so ashamed, but Thorim didn't find this out until it was far too late. Loken, possessed with madness, captured Thorim and took him deep into the bowels of Ulduar. We ran across Thorim this night and he was hosting an arena of sorts. He lucidly recognized my friends and I, but then Sif, I'm not really sure on this as she was killed (shrug), told him that we were there to challenge him. As if I would run amuck challenging persons far greater than my lowly self, I must draw the conclusion she is insane.

At any rate, Myze, Savant's guild master, decided the wisest course of action would be for six of us to entertain this arena challenge notion while four trusted members slipped around to speak to Thorim in person.I was put in charge of this mission! The corridors were filled with Runed Iron Dwarfs much to our dismay. We rushed our way to Thorim in order to save our comrades in the arena. When we finally reached the balcony, I clumsily walked into a domed arcane trap. I was so embarrassed! Upon reaching him instead of listening to our pleas, he entered the arena forcing us to the same on our honor! I have come to think that Honor of Vrykul is worthless. One should not attack friends and people that aid you when you are in trouble, and if one is holding an arena invite me to watch before I partake in the lists.

This reminds me of the time that I misplaced Eirae's doll. She was so angry for weeks after, but she had taken my best earrings and lost them. They were really nice earrings!

Falcon seems preoccupied more now that Talon has returned to war. I'm not sure for the reason in her altered state of being. They were forever arguing and attacking each other. I've tried to cheer her with notice of his absence, but she sadly sighes for his lost company. I shall endeavor to fight with her some to help her adjust to his absence.

For other news,I received another precious letter from my Sarnguu! He's returned from his journey and awaits me in Exodar! I cannot wait until I have a night or two to spare. I'm so thrilled. I sigh at the thought of meeting his brother Verin. I may have to slay him in a duel.

Lost Cause: Naxxramas

After weeks of slaying the Scourge and Lich, the troupe, Savant, is turning towards the dwarf expedition to disable the gnomish mechanizations and Titanic beings. Falcon is most reverent to the stone figures. I don't see what the big deal is; the ones from the home world were bigger and the male ones looked better. After watching this Brann Bronzebeard sort through this pile of rubble, I never want to see another rock unless it's a polishing stone for my hooves. We managed to uncover a circular room with what seems to be temples for ancient Titanic lords. We walked through a hall adorned with ice. It was heavily guarded with Jormungars and few frost giants even, although how the hunters failed to see them astounds me. We battle the Watcher Hodir for many hours; and though both sides grew weary, his defeat is not yet eminent. We tactically retreated to the Argent Tournament to enjoy the games.

Highlord Fordring asked us to participate in the new arena against fierce creatures and we agreed immediately. The first match was a magnatuar with snobolds. You cannot have one without the other! Myze and I faced him off bravely while the rest of the group aided by our good friends Situs and Maa, wore him down. The next round was GIANT Jormungars. The poisons drove us back and we could not overcome the vileness. In fact, the illness from it is what allows me to take down my recollection of this event.

Niffy Dragons

Sometimes, the mighty dragons request the aid of mortals to stem the evil tides of Infinite Dragonflight and Scourge. I think they just don't want to get their hands bloody because it'd get over everything as they flew overhead. I don't like blood on my hands either, but one must do all she can to further the cause of the Light! Chromie sent me back into the past of Stratholme before the plague and I watched such terrible events unfold with Arthas. I think he's rather harsh and uncaring to destroy his people. Anaxiel, Kenny and I forged through to the horror of the burning city to attack Mal'Ganis. Talonklaw and I later wandered the ruins of Stratholme and destroyed the Baron Riverdale.

My sister writes me every week telling me how she loves Verin, Verin's so awesome and cool. I do not approve of him. He sets things on fire and turns people to sheep. Then again, if she feels even an inkling of the devotion I feel to Sarnguu, why should I deny her that thrill of happiness. I supposed I shall have to meet with Verin and not smash his head in at first sight. I can always change my mind and run him through should he be truly abominable.

Talon always flirts with me. I shall have to speak with Falcon on how I can politely tell him I'm seeing another. She might know of a way short of racking him I hope. She resorts to violent methods for such a gentle lady.

Starting Place

Hello, my name is Falcynne. I'm a Draenai paladin. I'm 6'5 with black hair and sweeping horns. I want to smash this pen with my mace and stab this parchment with my dagger. I'm a poor writer and much better at wielding a sword than a pen.

Falcon of Najias is telling me this will help me deal with the horror that the Scourge has brought. I am doubtful, but we shall see. I was told to introduce myself. I think that works.

When I can get away to my home Exodar, I find myself spending time in the arms of a fellow Draenai warrior, Sarnguu. He's become almost as precious to me as my sister. I fear for his life more than my own and I must succeed in Icecrown lest my home be overrun with death.

Falcon just came in to check on me. It seems my night watch is nigh. She looked over my start and sighed. I don't understand these humans. They are so much smaller and care for unimportant things like poetry. It's no wonder that the Scourge have overrun them and their Prince Arthas.

In closing, I shall say the dwarven expedition in Ulduar is proceeding better than expected. We overcame the giant gnomish like thing with other smaller gnomish like elekks (forgive me, precious mounts, but they were big and grand(for a gnome) as yourselves.) There was a giant robot, I'm told, that threw out swarms of littler ones. I guarded the troupe from the swarms and held them off. This place is such an odd one, but the humans, dwarves, and gnomes are awestruck alike. Then we ran into a man that even amazed me; how could one get so tall? Myze, an excellent druid leader, and I overcame a dragon with the aid of the troupe. The giant blacksmith is more of a challenge, for he desires to eat us as well as fight and I'm not much for being eaten. I'm told the pot of lava he carries is extremely hot and painful.

I hear Falcon's footfalls. My watch is here. So I bid you my reader, adieu, though you are not here now. Please send word to Sarnguu should I fall on the field and tell him I loved him even though we'd so little time. To Eirae: Be good and stay out of the fire, my dear heart.