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.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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.
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.
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