I get so tired of violence. 

It was supposed to be a peace keeping mission - it ended in Theramore with blood on my hands, again.

Miss Rianaan assisted me in the healings, She is really coming into her own. I wish that we could have held the line. We needed to hold the line. 

Maybe then the archmage would be standing.

Theronias would kill me if he knew I was that close to the battle...So would Dagnalis for that matter.…

Last night, I spent in Theramore. It was my first official meeting as the second to Radighast Tull - the Council member in charge of all diplomatic relations for the court. 

Being in the presence of such prominant people within the community was a bit intimidating. I try to rise above such feelings, but I found myself afraid of how I would be percieved. 

I try not to think of such things - for I know that In the end I truely have no control over them. I am…

The sound of my feet clanking on the cobblestone in the cathedral district was almost deafening. I was late. I am not only never late - I never over sleep.

Last night was interesting. It started with meeting a mysterious paladin - who kept addressing me as "The Lady Gray." I'm not entirely sure what that means. I hold no title - nor have I sworn even an oath of fealty to a noble. The only person that even comes close to that is the Archmage Kelsus - and he requires no such…

A girl sits hovering in the corner of a dirty room. She is 15, but because of the terrible state of her health, she appears to be roughly 11 or 12. She is wearing a dirty torn dress, she looks like she hasn't been fed or bathed in a terribly long time. She is skin and bones.

We notice that the girl is rocking rythmically and crying to herself.

A voice comes in, terribly loud - obviously drunk.

"Ephasia!…

I have always been a healer. It is something that is as ingrained in me as the shape of my eyes, or the way I laugh. The winds of change blow hard.

Radighast tells me that we must all go where we are needed. It seems that my particular set of abilities have led me into a path of diplomacy. 

I have never fancied myself a politician. Growing up as I did - living hand to mouth - nothing more than an orphan in Gilnaes, I often wondered if I would live to see the…

Given this 20th July 625 from Stormwind Keep, in the name of His Majesty, King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind, whose peace has been percieved as being broken ...

LET IT BE KNOWN that this order allows the immediate treatment of any engaging in illegal imprisonment, kidnapping, assault or attempting slaying of Velhari DeMare in continuance of the percieved usurping of His Majesty's courts'…

From: Ethne Woodward, Crowner in Stormwind, Ironforge, Stromgarde, and Lordaeron.

To: The Honorable Justices Chiori U'Jumminor, Remia Blyde, and Kalren Geroux of Stormwind, and the Honorable Justicar Corran Ravencrest.

Subject: 20 July 625 Crowner's Court Sitting

The incidents involving Baron Benjamin Monroe, His and the seizure of Velhari DeMare with violence at Fort Talon have dominated even…

Fort Talon 12-3am,

The lone Wizard stood infront of the gate. Pleading to the soldiers of the Phantom Legion to cooperate and send back to the prisoner magi, Velhari to Stormwind City. 

For the Phantom Legion had ambushed her and taken her to what little remains of Gilneas, under Gilnean Law and Court for the murder of the Phantom Legion, Baron Monroe. 

Kelsus was asked by Lord Calithos Blyde, Sir Taldrus Dawnfield, and Commander Arialynn and…

While she had three hours of rest, prisoner 91233 was hardly able to sleep more than an hour before that, soon to be, familiar voice woke her from her slumber with a shake on her left shoulder.

"Delesta, get up. We have work to do." The voice is firm but not demanding. That of one who needs help. Delesta sits up with a mumble. Hands move up to her eyes, rubbing over her closed lids to help her wake up. She swings her legs out of her cot, standing up with another groan as the…

My father was a silver smith. His work was artful and beautiful. On very rare occasions, he'd take on commissions to apply bronzework, silverwork or even goldwork to armor pieces. It always broke his heart a little to give the pieces back to their owners, knowing that his efforts would end up scratched, burned, bent and possibly destroyed in combat. I am also a smith, but not for me are the delicate details of tea sets and jewelry. I never had the patience for them, and my father despaired…

My studies continue. I went to oversee the removal of the artefact from the keep. Arbiter Sigmah had removed my wards and created a small field of anti-magic to prevent it from leaking out further. With it safely removed, I suspect there will be some measure of normalcy returned to the keep. For Saaryn’s sake, I hope so.

There were too many elves at the keep. I am less uneasy around them and more simply repulsed by them anymore. I do not wish any further emotional attachment…

       "In the dark you called to me...my sweet , my love, my rose..........

        I heard your voice echo in the moonlight......so tempting....so inviting..........

        In my desire I consumed the fires of passion that you offered......and never saw again........"