It's better than I can hope to describe, journal, being back on my feet again. My new robes have been completed and with my shoulder and lip fully mended, I almost feel entirely myself again.

Now if I could just find something for these damnable headaches.

The healers at the Cathedral have delved, scried, scanned and divined my head and mind a hundred different ways and maintain that it is no physical side effect of my assault by the Cult. They have suggested…

Today was a much better day.  No dark thoughts, no troubles bothering me.  Class went well, and a few of my students even made exceptional breakthroughs.  They may become renowned healers yet, given enough time!  Something to be cheery about, I suppose. 

When class was over, I decided to lay down, thinking I'd nap a half hour or so.  Imagine my surprise, and my consternation, when I awoke at an hour past midnight, still clad in my armor.  As if I need to remind my thirty-five…

My Duke received an important notice this morning and naturally I accepted it first from our butler just as soon as it arrived, after all -why trouble my Quellian over such trivial matters,I brought the notice into my chamber and read it thoroughly, it seems that the Baron had managed to over come a few small forces that…

Ahoy, tis been a while since I've picked up the old feather and ink. Not much has transpired aside from the usual. Today I'll begin by stating how I managed to irritate Eri today for some strange reason. Honestly I wasn't even trying. I walked into the recluse when I ran into Mirele, who stated she had other company, in proceeding to bring me to them I'm face to face with this woman and I doubt any of them were happy to see me. Allow me to note, I did not have any alcohol in my hand and I…

 Remnants of frozen bodies began to crack and shatter under their own weight leaving only small fragments of ice littering the floor.  His steps were slow and steady, treading upon the leftovers of his last meal, as he approached the steps to exit the hovel of the basement.  Two more souls reflected in his glistening blue eyes and quickly vanished as soon as he blinked.  A deep breathe followed in a nostalgic satisfactory calm until he looked to the top of the stairs at the Wildhammer dwarf…

The words in this journal are hastily and somewhat violently pressed into the shoddy parchment of this cheap journal...

Dear journal,



I hate you. You only remind me of when I sleep. Deep lessons to be learned from dreams, but long dead emotions bubble to the surface.--I am lost, journal.--



Every time I open my eyes from slumber, I awaken only to a world of piss. Why can't…

My pen once again arrives late. For brief time, the Templars were caught in Stormwind's political net, a risk that we are never able to fully vouch or anticipate. The more the Templars delves into the city, the more intricate its nets. I have lived long without knowing the depth of its underbelly, and the knowledge of it now colors the city's banners with a tinge of gray. It is a reminder that what the Templars has done, it is something to continue, and not hesitate regardless of which…

[Written in Draenic, the handwriting immaculate and flowing, bordering on artistic]

It has been a long time since I wrote in this diary last. Things have been very hectic here in the Twilight Highlands. Hectic, but stable. I worry about Miriam though, she gets so little rest from the frontlines. I have been looking for something nice to get her as a gift. Just for being her. I wish I could give her a holiday, some time away from the front lines. She insists I…

How wondrous, it feels, to see such a beautiful thing come to fruition.

The Twilight Fetishes have reached the eyes of their likeness, The Fear slithering into their very conscious just upon looking at it.

Each Mageweave strand, delicately woven as to work only upon those whom the dolls are made in homage of, was enchanted by the hands of The Twilight's Blessing itself. Madness throbbing madly inside of the Saronite ore implanted into the rather crude burlap heads of…

Stormwind- been here three days and have yet to find my Lil' Jo..but my search has turned up nothing.. Managed to find work as a port hand-a day's wage covered my three day stay at a local inn- but I'm just about tired of the chase. Lil' Jo is the kind of girl that either makes a man want to run- or makes him want to snag her up- seeing the potential of what she could offer-what she could become.The sweet essence of innocence…

I finally was able to speak with lady Maewood about obtaining some form of communication between the Legion and the Templars. A neutrality in the sense that if they disliked something we were doing, they would tell us and we would stop it immediately. I felt this good for the Legions I truly believe the Templars represent some of the Alliance and I don't want any lines crossed in the Legions escapade to eliminate corruption and the Horde. Yet to my dismay, it seems like the woman is more…

What ever my dear Niavan wants, I try to give him. I want nothing more than for his complete happiness. Yet, there is a shadow to his smiles, a worry behind the twinkle of his eyes. I need not ask whom placed such worry and frustration into the one I had devoted my life to.

One name says it all, Valthar…

((A look into Veleth's mind. Very well done Monroe and I hope to see more of these happen))

It was about three in the afternoon when Veleth finally woke up. The night previous had taken its toll. The Phantom Legion had invaded Silvermoon, sending in a small party at first. All went well when Veleth joined the battle, and alongside the righteous and criminals he was able to push them back.

Once the battle was taken to a nearby hill, things unraveled. Two…

I thought my son Leo was the expert on testing my nerves, but, over the last few days... my patience with Jolenna has been stretched to its limits. Her moods seeming to come and go with the sunrise, and her fits were no better. Several times I had caught her thrashing through my belongings as if in dire need of something. Oh, I knew what something she wanted, and though she would not find it...I suppose she didn't give up on lack…

 Friday, 29 April 625, 5:37 PM

 Dear Self and/or Reader(s),

 Two events have occurred over the last two days. I spoke with Lord Areo and I spoke with Miss Veracht (formally Mistress Blackwald).

 Lord Areo confirmed my investigation's findings, and instructed me to remain silent on them. I have done so thus far. He also referred me, as Miss Radulio did, to Master Blackwald and Miss Veracht.

 It turns out Vigo is no true agent of…

~ An itchy scribble marks the tea colored aged parchment of this dark leather bound journal angling the script with a nearly unreadable edge.~

I could smell it -ridden-rotten- and ground deep within the…

    Common. The language of the Humans. Ive finally learned how to speak it and it feels great to be able to communicate with the citizens of stormwind normally. I had a very intelligent conversation with  a man of the people i serve. His name is Wrath. Hes a very kind,sweet, and loving man. His heart warmed the entire time we spoke. Like i had broken his shell and saw the real him. It was nice to get so close to someone. Though...i feel terrible lieing to him. I mean i look like a woman,…

I hope Kaiden isn't too terribly cross with my bit of revenge on his ex. Now to see if it all comes to fruition.

Only a few moments to jot things down. Finally, finally, finally being 'rescued' from Theramore. Shame mentioned sacrifices - I don't rightly care what they are, so long as I can get out of these same four walls. She wants the report, she can have it, so long as I get out. I don't rightly care if Kanta's mad at me. I'll be where I'm needed on…

For a long time, I sat there on the floor between the crucibles, my eyes…