A New Mage's Journal: Celista Silversight

[Aliss]

Just like everything else I'd been carrying, my journal is lost. Then again, I hadn't been faithful in keeping it, so the loss is minor. They were the ravings of my darkest moments, at their best.

Considering my current condition, I believe it's time to start writing. My memory is ephemeral and without keeping a log, I'd lose every detail. Or so I fear. Perhaps I am safer now, but at what cost? I'm not myself any longer. The handful of people I've met are adamant about the change. I feel some of it: my habits slipping away, the ever-present anger. When he asked me to plot the course to Ironforge, I couldn't think beyond the very road we were standing on.

It's strange. I know something is wrong, but I cannot see the edges of it. And recollection after recollection slips through my fingers. Everything before the incident is heartwood strong, but afterward is another matter entirely.

Those anxieties are a luxury for another time. For now, I have half my name, Celista, and my face. Those will have to carry me until I can bring the rest of the pieces together. I need a surname, as well. Perhaps we already found one, but I cannot remember it if we have. Celista. Celista. Celista. If I keep writing it, maybe then I can recall it when it's to be used.

Celista

Krindros flies so steadily, I'm grateful for that. My hands keep trembling, even when I'm on solid ground. It would be impossible to write if the drake were unstable, too. We should be back at the Shrine sometime tomorrow. And I pray that Annulet can mend this. Aiyan gave me a list of instructions, but very little to hang my hopes on.

I miss my apprentice.

[Aliss]

Vindliah broke my nose today. I've healed it, and it's good to know that Elune still favors me that much. She said that she wanted to take advantage of my "disability", as she put it. Disability. I threw her scent-disguising herbs in her face for that. They're supposed to destroy one's sense of smell for an hour. Destroying their sense of smell upsets worgen. Remember that.

She deserved it! Then she broke my nose. I may be having some difficulties but I am perfectly capable of most things. I'm certainly not suffering any sort of disability.

Note: Get a map of Stormwind; the Mage Quarter is more difficult to navigate than I remember.

I saw Shaii, as well. She didn't recognize me until Vindliah said something. I forget what she said, but I'm glad she did. I guess our work is paying off. No one recognizes me, it seems. Fennore did a good job.

There was something else I was supposed to write down. Damn my memory. I need to find someone who can help; this is agony. My days feel so short, so much shorter than the days before the incident. Every moment I collect seems to be subject to a flip of a coin as to whether I'm allowed to commit it to memory. Aiyan told me to find help. I'm going to.

[Aliss]

I threw my staff into the ocean, it's important that I remember that it's not simply lost. I'm sitting at the overlook -- the one where Saruron dropped me so long ago. Why can I remember that but I can't remember what happened today? This fog I'm living in is vile. I was talking to a worgen and he took my staff; when he gave it back, I tossed it away. I don't need someone's charity. Just because I'm not as sharp as I once was doesn't mean he gets to take my things. Such an ass!

I'm supposed to find Annulet. I haven't yet, she's so hard to track down. Aiyan said he'd look for her for me. My hands are shaking again. That's frightening. I hate it. Someone has to help. I need help.

Tell Fennore and Vindliah: Need to find Annulet.

Also, it's Brewfest. I want to try those meat things. The pork ones with all the spices. Remember to go to Brewfest.

[Aliss]

I don't think that troll is coming back. Promises about a witchdoctor, all empty. I don't want to see a witchdoctor anyway. What kind of healing is that? It's nice to be back in the Cathedral garden. It feels familiar. Darnassus is so



Ranavos attacked me and was horrified to find Her blessing still coursing through my veins. Oh the satisfaction I felt when he recoiled! There are hardly words.

He mistook me for a mage, as well he should. And what a fool I have been to ignore this opportunity! I will put him in his grave, as he belongs -- and then the rest of them. He's not even alive! But to do this, I need Scrios. Wherever he's gotten to, I will find him.
No compromises.

How could I have missed it? I am languishing in my condition and shirking my duty! The Goddess did not take me; TWICE over She did not take me. I am Her weapon. I can see it so clearly now. She forged me over hundreds of years and will not discard me now.

The world's balance has tipped in the hands of the vain and the arrogant. I will set it right.

[Aliss]

Find precise healer.

Must have valid credentials.
Get their certificate and list of operations, should be marked with an official seal.




^extensive
Ask them to perform repairs to the frontal lobe.
Costs will be covered.
Ask for all possible information about procedure. Write it down.
Ask Vindliah about the witchdoctor. Send her credentials to Aiyan.
Do not accept any offers until the healer has been approved.

[Aliss]

I know I had a cat. I must have had a cat. There's cat hair on my dress. But where did the cat go? I found a healer! Aiyan said that I'd done well, so she must be good. She had a whole folder's worth of papers. Better than the witchdoctor, I seem to remember her laughing when I asked about credentials. Trolls don't understand the value of certificates. Maybe I can be myself again soon.

My head is been throbbing. I've got bourbon but it doesn't seem to make a dent in this headache. Maybe I should write down every time I get one of these. Somehow this seems important. I wish I knew why.

Also, there's a tooth on this table. I wonder whose it is?

[Aliss]

< This journal has been obliterated; ashes scattered to the winds. Fortunate, too, considering the compromising nature of so many of these details.>