A stack of written sheets are laid out on the table. The first one is visible clearly, the paper fresh.
Vigilante wanted for crimes against the state.
No picture available.
Looking through the window you spot a figure pulling a brimmed hat down over his eyes. Underneath, he smiles.
Added by Nîghtfall on October 29, 2009 at 2:39am —
It is the 27th of October each passing day is like putting a stone on my back. It has been almost six months; I was tasked to rebuild a order of magi, The Conjurers Court, my Superiors of the Kirn Tor have been wishing me to start this Dairy of sorts, maybe one day some future leader of our Kingdom will see this dairy.
Today has been a long day it seems members of my Order were trying to assist a member of the Enforcers, a Draenei named Vietnow. It seems he has been suffering some a… Continue
Added by Kelsus Hadson on October 29, 2009 at 1:35am —
Wednesday, 28 October 623, 11:00 PM
Dear Self and Reader(s),
Stormwind City is restless once more. I wish I were free from its clutches, but my odd sense of morality has dragged me back into its embrace. I have left my retirement. Again.
am a diplomat for the Conjurer's Court, an organization associated with the Kirin Tor, and dominated by magi and other lovers of the Arcane. Archmage Headmaster Kelsus Hadson is the leader of the organization. I became their… Continue
Added by Kalren Geroux on October 28, 2009 at 11:09pm —
The days have been getting more stressful...I am hoping that writing my thoughts down will help relive some of the
stress I have been getting from the Court. I have taken to wearing a new outfit in the hopes that I will not be
assualted, let alone insulted by Various people of Azeroth. I belive that in the coming days of thew future it will
become dangerous to be a member of the Court. And with the Current happenings with Mala it will get even… Continue
Added by Simayi Wolfwood on October 27, 2009 at 5:04pm —
The Night Elf woman is watching her fishing bobber as she addresses her pet. If the light were a little better, one might notice the angry flush that has stained her cheeks crimson.
"Ohhhhh, Clan! Can you believe the nerve of that man? Implying that I have been sleeping around, and in front of a group of people I hardly know!" Shaura stamps her foot angrily, letting out a loud huff. "The next time I see that pompous bag of wind I ought to have Zenith pee on his boot. I wonder… Continue
Added by Shaurå on October 27, 2009 at 2:14pm —
Has it been so long, that I have forgotten this journal completely? Such is the case over the years it seems, one tends to lose track of the little things and take things like this journal for granted. Life has been very busy as of late, Alakthul has returned from his training, Helena has passed her training as a Warden and also taken up the mantle as House Nightstones Guard Captain. My daughter continues to act out and rebel against my words, sometimes I wonder if she even listens to anyone… Continue
Added by Feriness Moonraven on October 21, 2009 at 3:07pm —
I have developed a powerful new curse, its is suitable for my agenda. The curse of the slain unfortunately requires some planing and proper timing. The time of the spell and finding the proper type of slain is the determining factor for the potency of the spell.
Slain in cold blood with still warm blood: Produces a reverant that can not be permanently slain and will hunt their killer onto the ends of the earth. I have been unable to find a way to break this curse. The reverant… Continue
Added by Faitis on October 13, 2009 at 12:00pm —
After many attempts on the prisoners and a few of the guards I have perfected the wasting curse. My time in this cell has given me the time to work in relative peace and quite with plenty of subjects that will not draw attention.
The wasting curse is a masterpiece of cruelty. It kills over weeks, their body slowly rotting from within. The guards burned most of the bodies of my test subjects with the belief that they died of the plague. I now have the perfect tool of revenge to bring to… Continue
Added by Faitis on October 13, 2009 at 10:30am —
Progress is moving slowly but I have made some major breakthroughs on a new spell. I am tentatively titled storm of seeds. The rain of fire portion of the spell is working well. It covers a large area and is quite powerful. The problem is combining seed of corruption into the fire. When the seed falls separately from the fire then it works on the target it hits but does not spread properly to others. When the fire and the seed combine properly the fire burns a corrupt green. This green corrupt… Continue
Added by Faitis on October 13, 2009 at 10:30am —
(Note, some bad language put into a troll accent.)
Dey'z notin'! I ran ee'ntah a buggah claimin' ta' be a Doctah! Actin' mo' like some pusseh liddle light worshippin' Priest! Fook! Da' freaken Fo'saken ahsks, "Wha'zha Weetch Doctah do?" N' da' buggah sayz "'I 'elp and heal da' weak aidin' soldiahz oo' be wounded, bu'd no fightin' fo' a Doctah." Im 'tinkin' "Wa'z be dee'z sheet!? Fookin' young brudhaz 'tinkin' O' Doctah be all abou' makin' people lovin' n' sheet! Eef'z dee'z… Continue
Added by Roterick J. Skinvee on October 12, 2009 at 12:44am —
Fall, 7 After Illidan's Escape.
New recruits today, recruited from the Sentinel Corp. Fewer and fewer are being sent our way and that doesn't seem to be because they're filtering out the weaker ones, perhaps Tyrande is hindering the reforming of our order... I know she has some pull with General Feathermoon.
Six new recruits, two were decent. Sent back three initially, not even worth the effort of a first trial. The fourth seemed promising until she was taken to the… Continue
Added by Drelanim on October 10, 2009 at 4:30pm —
It's so hard for me the let go of the past. Kormok's latest assignment -- that I live without thinking deeply about the choices I have made in the past -- is incredibly difficult. I am, if anything, an incredibly indecisive creature. My life is punctuated by the constant desire to return to the past and reverse some penultimate decision - deciding to apprentice under my brother, allowing for Apollo to be destroyed by the Ebonguarde. Devoting myself to Slyph. Listening to the poison the… Continue
Added by Cethlenn on October 8, 2009 at 12:11am —
The howl of the mountain winds drowned out the crunch of dry snow beneath the tread of boots. It also drowned out the snap of the sentry's neck. Continue
Stormpike Supply Depot Foxtrot Epsilon
32km West of Tarren Mill
Seven Years Ago
Five shadows moved into the camp with a speed belying their bulk. They had been lucky. Winter Veil was still observed in this part of the world, even with the Stormpike War in full…
Added by Etar Icefist on October 4, 2009 at 12:00pm —
My brother, in his infinite generosity, has apparently left several weapons of questionable origin to me in his Last Will and Testament. One of them being a rather persnickety axe which spends its days staring at me as I walk from room to room.
It has an eye. A big, yellow, loathsome eye right in the middle of the actual blade. Though it does primarily appear to be made of Obsidian -- as if from Ahn'Qiraj -- the closer one gets to the middle of the blade the… Continue
Added by Cethlenn on October 1, 2009 at 11:13pm —