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.