The following is written in a flowing Draenic script, a derivation of Written Eredar. The book is moderately weather-beaten and somewhat creased down the middle. The pages are slightly yellowed and crinkled from drying improperly, but the text is still legible.

I am besieged by requests this week. By the Light as my witness, never in my tenure in the protectorate of the Exodar have I been this busy. At least there, the only non-standard duties were the…

                Light help me, it’s only Monday and I already can’t wait for the end of this week! I knew it would be exhausting, but I didn’t really realize that it would be frustrating as well. Plans, which have taken me months to do, seem ready to just crumble in a single moment I don’t expect it. It’s enough to make me want to have a tantrum! To scream and kick my legs and even curse!…

See how easily you are pushed aside? It’s okay she was leaving anyway. Xodius left, Merry told you she was leaving, Shame disappeared. Who do you have left? Shrewsbury? He’s been quite the recluse are you sure he’s even still around? Oh there is Maewood still, but she doesn’t want to help you, she’ll just wait see if you can handle it yourself, and when you can’t she’ll be there to- or she’ll…

             Liliania sat stiffly in a very uncomfortable chair. She rested her hands on top of a rectangle wooden table in front of her and drooped her face downwards away from the harsh mage light above her. Her golden gown (the one that she wore to the ball last night, and still wore now) was wrinkled, crumbled, and ready to be taken off. Her makeup, which she has so carefully put on the night before, was smeared, runny, and made her face itch indicating that it has been on for too long.…

Moonglade was home to green glades and absurdly tall trees, and Anarial loved it all.



She flitted from branch-to-branch, her keen bird eyes on the landscape below. Immediately below her, she spied on Alumni, a kal'dorei girl a few years shy of her blossoming age. To Anarial's far left was Alecks, a kal'dorei boy of the same age with a training sword in-hand.



The druidess quietly observed the children, hidden in the tall canopy of the trees. When one child dipped from view,…

           Chapter twelve, part two. Sca lyaz.

**Graphic content, language**

            Several ear ringing booms sounded across the water as Kul Tiras warships let loose another volley of artillery toward the tiny claw shaped island of Sca lyaz. Meanwhile, marines on the transport ships climbed down rope ladders into their landing boats to await the green light for invasion. Once a craft was full it would move off into…

The letter is written on crisp parchment in an iridescent purple ink. The lettering - a derivation of Written Eredar - glow slightly in the shifting light.

Kelaani -

I have received your reports as readily as clockwork, and the time has clearly come to instate you as a full Vindicator of…

The following is written in a flowing Draenic script, a derivation of Written Eredar. The book is slightly weather-beaten, smudged, a bit scarred, and fraying at the edges. The pages are slightly yellowed and crinkled from drying improperly, but the text is still legible.

This planet has many secrets that I cannot fully comprehend. It is slightly overwhelming.

I am, of course, aware of what the Azerothian people refer to as the Titans.…

             I looked at death in the face yesterday. I stood my ground against a man I honestly thought was going to kill me. Mr. Nalgarian Hellbane is an unstable person. He is easily five to six times bigger than I am and has a temper that is wild, fierce, and not in control at all. He damaged my Academy’s building; he lashed out in it, in some temper tantrum because he was angry he was sent outside for a moment.

                He apologized for the damage done, and said he…

            Chapter eleven, part two. R&R

            Slow days pasted into endless weeks on Saakes. It was the same thing everyday too; refit and recover. We were training the replacements for the coming campaign as well as reading ourselves. Once a week, on a Friday night, they’d show one of five motion pictures in the mess area. We’d seen all five several times over; some marines knew the lines so well that they’d quote the entire show,…

“To Matron Liliania Sunsong,

Headmistress of Sunsong Academy,

                While I appreciate the sentiment of your proposal..”

                “At this time, though…

                “Damn ya’ Raven.” She whispered softly. Her fists clenched tightly at her side, tears ran down her face. She hated that; she hated tears. What the fel were you suppose to do with tears? She ignored them for now. She ignored the black worg growling at her back. “DAMN YA!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. She could hear her anger echo around the bluffs.

                She wasn’t mad at Raven for the lie.  Though if she found out when other things were outweighing…

A letter is sent to Stormwind addressed to Sir Taldrus Dawnfield. The letter is written in neat common, and is sealed with the crest of Sunsong Academy.…

Two glass stain windows seem to be drawn on a single page of Liliania's notebook. The drawings are decent, it seems to be drawn with a steady hand, but of someone with no real artistic talent, just someone who has had a lot of penmanship. There is no description to these drawings. There is no writing on the page.

              I am out a good pair of shoes. I really shouldn’t have been so careless with them, but at least it was only a pair of shoes! I took them off when I sat down in the grass last night to enjoy the sensation of grass on my toes. When I went back in, I completely forgotten about them! I think it’s because I was enjoying the conversation with Ecanus. I searched for them when I woke up this morning, but they were gone. I suppose they found a pair of feet, and walked…

Do I really know the truth of you?

Of your inner soul?

How much is unknown?

How much do you conceal?

I may never know you at all...

You’re a stranger to me...

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