A crude, leather journal.

[Broxigan]

Obviously made from the hide of some beast, the collections of Broxigan the Gray were between a large piece of cut leather, folded down the middle. Loose pieces of parchment, in no particular order, were stuffed within. The most recent lay on top.

----

The day seemed like any other, I had ventured deep into the gloomy Zangarmarsh on one of my many tasks when I overheard a group talking about an assault on Ironforge, the dwarven capitol. I listened.

"Meeting in Hammerfall."

"Clans from all over we gathering."

I could not help but lick my lips at the thought of the battle. The lust for bloodshed rushed through my veins.

"Within the hour."

I did not have much time if I wanted to be within the ranks of the invasion. I mounted onto my raptor, shouldering my bow and strapping my axe to my back, I quickly rushed towards Shattrath.

From there, I had traveled by portal to the Forsaken capitol. I still have not gotten used to the feeling of being pulled through those magic portals.

I gathered supplies. Food, water, filled my quiver with a fresh batch of arrows. With everything in check, I quickly rode off through the lands towards Hammerfall. Along the way, I ran into many friends, many acquaintances. Many were riding towards the meeting place for the invasion. I joined them.

As I neared, the more our numbers grew. Vast ranks of all races; Forsaken, Elf, Tauren, Troll and Orc, had gathered here in Hammerfall.

This will certainly prove to be a victorious battle.

Soon, the horns had sounded and as one, the entire force began to ride. Across the rocky hills of Arathi, through the boggy Wetlands until we came upon the mountain pass that would take us into the outskirts of the Dwarven lands. The closer we came to the point of attack, the more my bloodlust rose.

My fingers clenched the reigns of my raptor, aching to pull the axe from my back.

Soon.

Sweat dripped from my brow. My heart raced.

Soon.

The air became cold, dry. We were so close I could smell the stench of them. Dwarves and Gnomes. Vile creatures that should burrow back into the holes they came from.

The first wave moved quickly, riding through the pass into the snowy lands. I was part of the second wave. Many friends and clan mates were here, including Master Nasuj. I felt more at home in the heat of battle knowing they were there.

The sound of a horn signaled for us to make our advance behind the first wave. We quickly rode.

The chilling wind blew across my face, definitely a welcomed feeling. My raptor, however, did not seem to care for the piercing winds.

As we rode up the mountains towards the capitol, I pulled my bow from my shoulder. I prepped a few arrows, clenching some between my teeth as for a few quick shots when needed.

I must admit, the Dwarves certainly know how to build a fortress. They knew tactics. This will be fun.

Bodies lined the way through the gates of Ironforge from the first wave. It seemed as all the glory of battle had stopped. That was until I rounded the corner.

A bolt nearly took my head off as I rode into the ranks of the Horde. Magicks filled the air, the clash of metals and shields echoed throughout the massive hole in the mountain. Cries of the fallen and the songs of victory flooded me.

I let out a war cry.

From behind the first wave, I unleashed arrow after arrow into the defenders watching with glee as I watched them projectiles pierce foe after foe. We pushed farther into the mountain fortress.

We met little resistance for the first part of the battle. We stepped over the bodies of fallen friends and enemies. The further we pushed, the more showed up to stop us. A waves of flame and ice quickly spread throughout our ranks, many of us spreading.

This was our first mistake.

Upon having seperated, it weakened our forces. The tide of the battle was quickly turning. Orcish and Tauren battle cries were filling the air now as more fell to the hands of the Alliance. A few warlocks had pulled those blasted Infernals into the battle. Like battering rams, they pushed through both forces, barreling over any and all that were in its path. Mindless demons.

Fire began to fall from above. Lightening crackled throughout the forces, hitting one body and quickly jumping to another, seemingly finding no end to it's path.

The battle had become chaotic. Out of control. Some fell to the hands of our own.

Lack of formation. Lack of command...

Somehow, during the middle of all this, I came across the remains of the first wave. Within the ranks, I spotted Master Nasuj. I quickly made my way to him, noting the others around him.

We pulled in close, beating off the defenders as best we could.

Arrow after arrow launched from my bow, slowing some of the enemies, slaying others. The battle was quickly becoming too one sided. Not in our favor.

We were being backed into a corner. It was over.

Blood soaked and sweat dripping from my brow, I looked over at Master Nasuj. Awaiting orders, the forces were pushing us further back. I quickly shouldered my bow and withdrew my axe, slashing right across the chest of a nearby Night Elf. His blood spurting upon my face as he readied for another to come near. That's when I heard Nasuj voice command over the roar of screams and clashing of metals.

"Melar Danashj will retreat."

At first, rage filled me. Leaving the heat of battle like this was not what I had wanted. But, my clouded vision quickly cleared as I noted how small our forces have become. Many wounded beyond fighting. There was no telling how many smaller forces were being cornered around this city.

One of our mages quickly opened a portal behind our forces. To where, I had no clue, but we quickly retreated into the hole in reality.

Things got quite blurry from here. I do not know how I ended up where I did, but some how I was in the middle of Elwynn forest. I did not see any of my comrades around. I lay upon my back on the lush summer grass, the trees blocking most of the moonlight from view at the moment.

Obviously, this portal was not quite as stable as we had hoped. I had been dumped here and no telling where the rest are.

After regaining my composure, I tried to stand but quickly tell to one knee. I looked down and noticed a dagger had been forced into my leg, a gash running from my thigh to nearly my ankle. Only one scum would be so short to have done that.

Gnomes.

Cursing beneath my breath, I quickly bandaged myself, making a crude splint for my leg from nearby branches.

So close to Melar Danashj's castle walls; a short trek to Deadwind Pass.

Defeated.

---

The last word seems to have been etched into the paper, looking as though the author had wrote it several times on top of one another before stopping.

[Broxigan]

It has been a few days since I last wrote my records. Time has been passing so slowly. I have slept very little. I need to get something off my chest and with no one to turn to, I write this.

Voices.

I hear voices. All kinds; a group of them it seems. It refers to itself as us. It had started months ago. I pushed it off as exhaustion. Now they occur more often, and much louder, as though they are standing next to me.

Hissing voices.

I have slept little in the past few days. That last defeat at Ironforge has dampened my spirits. I have barely eaten. The voices never stop. My thoughts are clouded. It is hard to think.

I snapped. I believe I have lost it. No. No, that cannot happen to an orc! But...

---

It appears as though someone had written quite a bit of something upon the parchment from here, but, it had been marked through, numerous times. It continues below.

---

I am sleeping in Lower City tonight. I have displayed the worst in me back at the castle. A comrade. I yelled at him. I barely speak amongst my peers and here I am, suddenly yelling and threatening him. What has happened to me? I pray to the spirits that when I wake up, this will be gone, as I have for the past month.

[Broxigan]

The voices have seemed to stop for the time being. I still have no clue as to why or how it all started. Or when for that matter. I almost feel alone without them. It's odd.

The days have been long. The battles have been fierce. My body aches all over but I welcome it with open arms. Blood stained clothing, chipped and battle-worn armor cover my body. My trusty axe in one hand, my bow looped over my shoulder. I fight for glory. I am an orc, the mightiest race.

It has been days since I have been in the castle in Deadwind Pass. It may be time for me to go back, since the voices have left, I do not feel as though I am a threat to anyone. I may head back tonight...

[Broxigan]

I got side tracked on my way back to the castle. I stayed in Booty Bay. The previous night is a bit blurry. I know there was a lot of alcohol involved...and an elf. Hm.

27.

Why is that familiar? Why does it stand out in my head.

27.

Malorii. That was her name. Defiantly not your normal elf...maybe that is why we got along. Or maybe it was the booze. In any case, she was a blast. A definate turn from the lonesome travels I have seen the past few months.

Skafloc and Evanthe were also there. As well as about 5 other elves. They certainly seem to have come out of hiding in the past few months. I see more elves than I care to count in any given day.

Hm, I recall Malorii saying something about a doctor. Some that seemed to strike curiosity in me. No pain, no hunger...a perfect life.

Hm. It may have been the booze again. I will ask her if I see her again.

Monkey...KiKi...I need to watch my intake from now on. I think I will return to the castle tonight for sure.

[Broxigan]

Malorii.

The good doctor.

What have I done?

My chest feels like it is on fire. My head is throbbing.

Undercity.

...Doctor.

I was drunk out of my skull. What have I done?

The voices are screaming. They came back in full force. Murder. Death.

Death.

I need to fight. I crave bloodlust right now. My blood is boiling.

I sleep in Lower City again. I can not go to the castle like this.

...

Doctor. Who is this doctor in my thoughts...?

---

The writing style compared to previous entries seems more erratic, as if the author's hand was shaking. Scratches of ink and quill surround the entry on the parchment, a drop of blood upon the lower left corner of the page.

[Skafloc]

(( I warned you, but noooo.. you had to sit there buying her bourbon and chuckle at her, thinking she was joking. *waggles finger* ))

[Broxigan]

(( Hah! :P ))

[Malorii]

( MUHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!! AHAHAHAH!!! <insert evil cackle> ))

[Broxigan]

That thick, green liquid.

I had gone for days without it, since I first drank some of it with Malorii. Pain surged through my veins, my heart raced. I ached to fight. I have never felt like this in my life.

I have made three trips back to that wretched Undercity...to supply my need.

Three vials on my last trip, I stuffed into my pouch. The only side effect I feel...is a need to fight. An urge to spill blood. To bathe in it. To...eat...

---

The rest of the parchment from here is missing, obviously ripped apart.

[Broxigan]

One vial left.

I don't know what I should do. I slaughtered a...few...human civilians today. They were defenseless.

Should I drink it?

I need to see the doctor...

[Vilmah]

((This don't sound good.. this sounds the opposite of good.. my poor orcish brother. =( ))

[Broxigan]

I fear the voices may be right.

We have conversed about this elf numerous times. They tell me to keep a close eye on her. But, that what she is doing, has helped me more than I can imagine.

She gave me a check-up. She gave me berries. Something isn't right.

When I meet this doctor, things will become more clear. If not...

I will make it quite clear with the sharpened edge of my axe. To be able to watch his blood spill, his innards spread upon the floor before me...

What the hell is wrong with me?

[Broxigan]

This piece of parchment seems to be a bit more old, weathered than some of the previous entries.

---

I finally left the orphanage! I finally get to venture on my own in this world. I am so excited. I think I am going to take the trials of a Shaman. Or maybe I will become a huntsman and see the world! That sounds the best.

The matron told me I can come back anytime that I need help and to beware the evils of the world. They will come in any shape and form and may appear to be your friend. Tricks of the eyes and heart are their specialty, she told me.

She spoke of the Forsaken and the elves with distaste. Even though they are with us in our goal, we should not trust them. I find that a bit odd.

But, whatever happens, I will never let anything like that happen to me. A proud orc! A proud descendant of the Thunderlord Clan! One of the few untainted. I will make my ancestors proud of me! I will bring glory to them!

[Malorii]

(( take a bite adam.. it's delicious what could go wrong? ))

[Broxigan]

Cuddles.

Brain leech.

My trust in this elf is wearing thin, though I did sleep. Though, the feeling of this thing is unnerving.

Submission. She wants me to fully submit to her. She wants me to be able to control my actions and thoughts. She claims all will submit to her, at least, all have that she has come in contact with.

She will make one thing better, but will make something else worse, ten times more.

I think I will sleep a bit more while I can.

[Malorii]

(( it's cudddlless the happy brain leech chomping up naughty thoughts.. oh its cuddlesss the happy brain leech NOM NOM NOM on your cortex. ))

[Broxigan]

I had slept for nearly a full day since that thing was given to me. The voices were gone, though only temporary.

I feel like my old self, I feel refreshed. As much as I hate to admit it, that thing had certainly helped me sleep.

I may ask for another, if I ever get that desperate again.

[Broxigan]

I have been around Malorii more and more. The mysteries continue to grow. I hate not knowing.

She told Sabachthan, the heir of the House of Ghants, about my problem. He asked me many questions and I told him what I knew.

The voices talk in unison to me. They speak orcish. But when they do not address me, they speak seperately, in possibly something I cannot understand. Some other language. A wound upon my leg from a battle, possibly the reason for the voices; though Sabachthan seems to think not. I have no clue EXACTLY when they started. That is the only incident I can point it to.

He me to be wary of Malorii. And the good Doctor. They may not be the answer to what I want.

Even more questions and mysteries now.

[Broxigan]

Sabachthan told me I should return to the castle. I will admit, I hesitated. I do not wish to be a threat to those around me.

The voices are calm at the moment. I do not know why.

I shall return in the calm of the night, when no one is around. Maybe I can find some answers there.

[Broxigan]

I cannot believe what I have seen...what I have read.

I vaguely recall the castle once being an insane asylum, run by a madman. I believe it was told to me when I joined Melar Danashj's ranks.

It seems it was true.

In the dead of night, I let myself into the castle, I went to the library. I spent hours rummaging through books, files, scrolls, parchments. The more I read, the more disturbed I became.

An unnamed man once ran this place as an insane asylum. He seemed to have tortured many of the 'patients'. Endless people have died within these walls. What happened to their remains, I do not know. The patients seemed to be of all races: Orc, Elf; both Night and Blood, Troll, Tauren, Gnome, Dwarf, Goblin.

I shivered with disgust as I looked around the library. I need to ask someone who has been here for a while.

I wrote down on a piece of scrolled parchment what I have found. I plan to take htis to Malorii. Or better yet, Sabachthan. Maybe he will know more.

The voices are screaming and crying again.

[Broxigan]

I spoke with Evanthe tonight. I asked her about the asylum and what she knew.

Things are getting interesting. It seems...there was another "good doctor" named Villanger, the man who ran the place.

Experiments. Equipment of some kind...torture related, I assume. No marked burial grounds, gravestones on the grounds that I could find.

Evanthe said she will find out more for me.

Catacombs. Collars. Styxen has a collar. Hm.

The voices seem angry. They talk more amongst themselves as of lately. I may need to visit these catacombs. I do not know why...

[Broxigan]

I think I may be putting the pieces together. But, I am not sure. This is purely speculation.

I have read about angered spirits. I have seen those affected. It seems to have been parts of history. Places of great disturbances are often the center of these troubles.

Melar Danashj. Once an asylum for the insane...and possibly others.

Villanger. The man behind it all. Many had to have died within the walls. Many races from all over. No burial grounds, no stones...only some myserious catacombs beneath I need to find more about.

As of lately, the voices grow restless the more I look into this. The more I think about it. Maybe...I am on the right track. These problems...could have started when I stepped through the doors.

But the question is why. Why would it affect me and no one else?

I need to speak with Sabachthan again. I need him to look...for me. Inside. Figure out...what is going on.

He may be able to help me find some answers.

[Broxigan]

I was finally able to speak with Master Sabachthan. I have learned more in one night with him than I have in the past months put together. I believe I have much to write.

First and foremost, my most recent assumptions seem to be correct. My vision was also correct. The extent of my problem was far beyond what I could imagine.

Master Sabachthan managed to confirm that there were indeed other spirits inside me. Spirit possession. Not just one or two, but, from what he could tell, many many more than normal. He does not doubt that most may infact be from the asylum, but due to my...foolishness, I may have allowed others from who knows where in.

The reason for this is my foolish practice of some Shamanistic ways. I...I attempted, and on numerous occasions, connect with the ancestors. Doing this untrained, I opened myself. My mind. My body. I allowed them passage. Damnit, I am so foolish.

Master Sabachthan said that he may be able to preform a ritual to rid my body of these invaders...but it may be a costly experience. My life. Well worth the risk. Even...if it lead to death, I figure it would be my punishment for my idiocy.

I cannot go back to the castle. Even if I am made well. I may have left a mark and be targeted again. I need to be careful...and the only way is to eliminate the source of my current problem. The asylum. How will I let Master Nasuj know...I may speak with Skafloc and Evanthe first.

It will take a few days to set up this ritual. Master Sabachthan needs to settle some issues. I question the Shaman way now. More than once it has caused our kind much pain and has damned us more than once. We may be foolish as a race, we may cling to old ways. But not me. Not after this.

No more damnation...if I live through this.

[Broxigan]

I have left Melar Danashj...for the time being. Due to my condition at the moment, Master Nasuj fully agreed that we would not want any dangers to any of the residents, and seeing as how...anyway, it is for the best.

The voices continue to rant and rave within my mind. Murder. Death. Things I wish to take no part in...unless it is in the heat of battle. No glory comes from the slaughtering of innocents.

Tonight was also the Harvest Ball. Way too many people for my tastes, but there was enough booze to fill the lands of Mulgore. Malorii was there as well, passing out drinks. I do wonder if she had spiked them.

She invited me to stay at the Ghant estates for the night. Thing is, she never told me exactly where it was. I think I may take Skafloc up on staying in the fields of Nex'Curor estate. I at least know where that is.

I worry about this ritual. It feels as if something is wrong. Out of place. Missing. It may just be paranoia.

[Broxigan]

The days have seemed to be longer, yet not much has changed. I have not slept in the same place twice in the past weeks.

I met once again with Malorii last night, let her know of the coming ritual. The possibility of...

We ended up in Un'Goro where I had once mentioned to her that there were hot springs there. She, of course, had never heard of them. Master Khaell had shown up as well.

This is one of the few nights I have had fun. Something I needed. I worry more about this ritual with each passing day. I have not heard from Master Sabachthan about it and can only assume things are going as planned.

I do wish it would hurry and get here...so I can quit with the worrying. It may kill me before the ritual does...

[Broxigan]

Malorii lead a battle tonight. I must say, I am impressed. As I mentioned before, she is one of the few elves I can tolerate. We ravaged Theramore, Menathil, Auberdine and Feathermoon. Many deaths. Many songs.

The voices have not stopped. If anything, they grow. I worry. I certainly hope Master Sabachthan's ritual works...

An interesting thing happened. Me, Malorii and a mage elf, Qau, as Malorii puts it, were going to cliff jump in Feralas. But, once we got to the peak of one of the Twin Colossi, we ran into some company. Fellow horde...members of Da Cartel. I have a major distaste for them.

Soon after them, appeared a Dwarf. I reacted quickly; too quickly. I had managed to unload three or four rounds before I realized he was part of the Cartel as well. I believe his name was Sowell...or something. I restrained myself, more for my companions than myself. Despicable group of heathens.

I think that dwarf sabotaged my parachute...or maybe it was Malorii and her sick sense of humor. I met the side of the mountain pretty hard. He wasn't very friendly.

I hope for more days like this...before the ritual.

[Qabian]

((Poor Kiki. That mountain messed up his pretty face, heh.

I gotta admit I laughed soooo hard.))

[Malorii]

(( don't worry kiki it's safe! **SHOVE!!**))

[Broxigan]

((...I swear everyone is going to call me Kiki IC...-Weeps.-))

[Malorii]

(( kiki means teddy.. or cookie i forgot which. becuse youre one walking green tower of cuddles :D ))

[Evanthe]

((...I swear everyone is going to call me Kiki IC...-Weeps.-))

[Yes, yes they are.]

[Broxigan]

R I T U AL

W R ON G

E Y ES G O N E

HA R D TO

W RI T E

F O O L IS H

[Broxigan]

V O I CE S G ON E
S I GH T G ON E
M ALO RII NO T
G O ING TO BE
HA P P Y

[Malorii]

( not happy is a very understatment. mal should have taken her up on the offer to see leibowitz :D )

[Broxigan]

I have hired a goblin to do my writing for me. At least for this insert. Alot has happened. I pray he writes only what I tell him. I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.

I have lost my sight. More than that. I have lost my eyes. It happened during the ritual with Sabachthan. That ritual. I was a tool to help Nymare. I wonder each night now, if they thought I was expendable. Would they have cared if I DID die? I know some would have. One is quite mad as it is and seeks unholy revenge. I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.

Sabachthan had been pulled through a portal by a demon during the ritual. I do not recall this. I had...lost consciousness at one point. Though, Skafloc and Evanthe said they had seen him that same night and Malorii had received a letter from him. It is odd.

I can only assume Nymare is in perfect condition. I had heard nothing from her since that night and only heard three words from Leoren. Arrogant elves.

Evanthe had told me not to mention to anyone about their encounter with Sabachthan but I felt the Ghants, if no one else, had to know. Those two arrogant elves probably do not even care that the one who helped them is in a horrible state. At least we know he is alive...somewhere. I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.

Malorii was not happy. Not at all. Furious. We talked much during the days since the ritual. She has been more than helpful. She tries to describe the things around me, help me around, let me know who shows up and leaves.

Peecha. She has been the greatest help. Such a loyal wolf. She has not left my side since that night. We have been practicing my aim. I am getting better. She attacks when I say, I listen and feel for where she runs. I shoot. I hope I hit my target. I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.

I met quite a few people tonight. Diomades and two elves. Bir is quite the elf. Entertaining and a bit spacey. Diomades is someone I hope to get to know more. He even mentioned something I had not thought of. Engineering to help my eyesight. Always a thought. Always a hope.

I am back with Melar Danashj. I had spoke with Master Nasuj about what had happened and he felt it best I return. The familiar voices in the main hall are a welcomed sound.

I will sleep well tonight. I hope this goblin wrote only what I told him.

I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.
I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.
I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.
I demand everyone give goblins all their gold.
Hehehehe.

[Malorii]

(( leibowitz is an eningeer.. i'm sure he could help brox with something .. maybe lazer eyes ... yes lazers pew pew. ))

[Broxigan]

(( leibowitz is an eningeer.. i'm sure he could help brox with something .. maybe lazer eyes ... yes lazers pew pew. ))

((Less QQ more Pewpew XD ))

[Sabachthan]

(( Brilliant. ))

[Broxigan]

I had a bad feeling that last goblin may have wrote somethings that I did not say, so I hired me another one for this entry.

Another invasion. My first since the accident. The boat from Theramore to Menathil then to Darnassus. The feel of the sea spray against my face felt wonderful. It seemed Peecha enjoyed the time as well. This orc smells sort of funny. Blind as a bat and foolish with his money.

I had received a letter today from someone, but the courier did not read it to me. I ment to get Malorii to read it to me but she was quite busy with Qabian and the battle at hand. The sounds of many deaths this night ring through my head. I miss the sight of watching my victims choke on their own blood; watch as they are disemboweled. Ew. Just ew. Orcs certainly are crude and savage. I am not going to write this part and instead doodle a little picture.

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f372/wendellman/doodle.jpg

I think I will retire to the castle for tonight. I still ache.

[Evanthe]

[Brox, these posts are, as Sabachthan said, brilliant.]

[Broxigan]

(( As I have told others, I am certainly glad people are liking it. I love to hear it and it encourages me to write more. ))

[Malorii]

((thats a terriable picture D: aww poor blind brox))

[Lovely]

((<3 Brox. You know Lovely likes ya!))

[Broxigan]

((thats a terriable picture D: aww poor blind brox))

((No one said Goblins could draw well.))

[Malorii]

( but but... it's still sad poor brox.. mal will find a way to some how replace your eyeballs with lazer beams and heat seeking pigeon missles.))

[Broxigan]

The following is an entry as transcribed by Malorii:

It seems I should not trust the goblins with my writings. I have Malorii Modfing thoughts for me. I should have listened to her and the good doctor in the first place then my green orcish ass wouldn't be in this mess to begin with. Malorii is right ... ALWAYS right and the doctor shall unleash an ashen age for all to enjoy

I went to the Valley quite a bit tonight. Practiced my aim on moving targets most of them where my own allies becuse i didn't listen to malorii that i was a conveint pawn, WRATH!! WILL HAVE REVENGE! I came out reasonably well. A few scraps and bruises. I give all the glory to Leibowitz.

A troll. Bandit. He knows way too much. I do not trust this one he's an idiot and smells funny. He knew too much about me and would not say where he knew or received his information becuse he's an idiot and i bet he's being payed to follow us around . He knew about my employ of goblins, said he would not short me. No one knew about them. And it was only two nights. Damnit.

Malorii and...the elf mage appeared while I was talking to Bandit. There is something more going on than what they are leading me on to believe. I am beginning to wonder who, exactly, I can trust the good doctor

I am going to sleep in the undercity tonight.

[Broxigan]

An entry as transcribed by Frostwolf Stable Master:

As much as I trust Malorii with my life...there are somethings I do not trust her with. Trust has become something...of a rarity as of late. I am sleeping here in the Valley tonight.

I trust this orc will write only what I say and will keep it between the two of us.

Malorii. A good friend. A loyal companion. Though where her intentions lie is something else. She is hard to trust sometimes, though I would never tell her. As of late, her lapdog mage seems to be with her everywhere she goes, so I never get a chance to speak the things I wish to speak with her about. The times I do get alone with her, the conversation is focused upon my problem and Sabachthan.

Qabian. I do not trust him. Something does not sit right. Too quiet. Probably thinks I am a scum of the earth orc. Racist elf, I am sure. Like most...not all...are.

Bandit. Who the fel knows what this troll is about. Another one I do not trust. Speaks to much on things he should not know. Knows too much about me. Hm.

Trust is something I am having much difficulty with now. I could gauge someone before, on sight. I could tell when they were lying. Now...

I need to find someone I can trust with everything. I need someone, besides Peecha, to be my truthful eyes.

It is late.

I know I should not write this, but I feel my orc brethren infront of me. I have seen him more often as of late here in the Valley, straining himself to his limits to, I assume, be as well of a shot as he was before. If he were to ever get his site back, I want him to know he has my respect and I apologize in advance for writing this without your consent.

[Malorii]

( ahahah XD ))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Orphan Matron Mercy:

Tonight will be a night to remember. I am having the Orphan Matron in Lower City write this for me. I thank her kindly.

Sanctuary Patrol. A nice group of us marched through Hillsbrad, Arathi and Wetlands. From the sounds of it, I would guess close to twenty of so skilled warriors. We left a trail of fear where we went. Good friend Diomades led us.

I think Master Sabachthan hates me. He tackled me and attempted to fight me...numerous times. I refused. I could not fight him. He was not himself...even though he did use me.

The highlight of tonight was meeting Vilmah. Warboss of Sanctuary. An orc woman. Regardless of what she says, I am sure she is quite the sight. After the patrol, we retired to World's End for a few drinks and an exchange of stories. It was so refreshing to talk to one of my own...and a female to boot. Elves make for good...something. I still have not figured it out. But to be on the same lines with someone else, to know where I come from, is something else all in its own.

She gave me some ointment...to prevent infection on my eyes. It had not even crossed my mind. A foolish mistake on my end. I thank her deeply. We talked for well over an hour, I believe. It is hard to tell time now.

Bahlmoral. Something about him has changed and I do not know if I like it. We used to fight together, side by side, as equals. But, he seems...different. He seems to think he is the higher one. Better than me. No. Better than an orc. Please do not go down that prideful path. Do not forget your friends, regardless of race.

Regardless. I am happy. I will sleep well tonight. I think I shall head back to the castle.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by an orc in Hammerfall:

Vacation. I have enjoyed myself. I have slept. I have relaxed. Everything seems to be getting better. As they say, once you hit the bottom, there is only one way to go.

I have not heard from Malorii. I do not know if this is bad or good. I will choose the latter and go with it. I have spent my time in Hammerfall. A friend orc here is transcribing this for me. He is a kind orc. A rarity.

Vilmah has been on my mind. I can only think it is just because I rarely get to speak with my own kind, especially a female. So many elves running around now. I do not hate them, but they make for boring conversations.

I need to start researching ways to fix myself. Master Sabachthan seems to have returned. His mind seems gone, but he is here. I can put that at ease. A lost mind for a lost vision. A fair trade.

Malorii is sick. Still no sign from a doctor yet. I will keep searching.

Peecha has been acting strange lately. She either never eats to eats too much. I will need to find a doctor for her as well, I think.

So relaxing. I feel a 100% better than ever.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Haris Pilton in World's End Tavern:

Like, this orc is, like, talking about something. He is, like, wanting me to write what he is saying. Like, his wolf is staring at my Tinkerbell. Hey! GET AWAY! Why am I writing this down? OH NO!

Transcribed by an Orc Refugee in Lower City:

That ditzy elf was worthless. Screaming something about Tinkerbell or something. Strange.

I am tipping refugee here in Lower City to write this for me since that elf seemed to not do what I wanted. Before I go into the events of last night, I want to record my thoughts as of lately.

Malorii has been absent. That is never a good sign. It has been too quiet. Though, I will admit, it has been nice; what with all that has happened in the past few months. I will send a letter to her to find out if she is all right.

War. Is it really worth it to fight the Alliance with the state of the world? My thoughts have been clear as crystal. There is not clutter, there is no external influence. I see nothing. I only hear now. And without vision, things seem to be a bit more...clear.

We both fight the same enemies. We want a better world. We want peace. Me of a few months ago would rather mercilessly kill. Maim. Slaughter. But with recent events, I feel differently. I feel almost reborn.

To make matters worse, Melar Danashj is changing direction. I won't go into details. I am not sure how classified it is. But it worries me.

Malorii will not take my new view lightly. She will be upset. She will more than likely want to me drink more of that goop. I will pass. This will also throw a wrench into the gears and relations I have with the Ghants. I do enjoy the time I spend with them...but.

Enough of that. I spent more time with Vilmah last night. She entrusted me with a secret. I feel quite honored, truthfully. As I stated before, she has been on my mind. I shouldn't think like that though. She mentioned before of someone else.

I...[Something else was written here but has been scratched out completely and is illegible.]

I went with her and some of her guildmates to Mana Tombs. Only 4 of us. We had a bit of trouble, but we managed to clean the place. Definitely a fun experience.

[Malorii]

(( Ooooo dramaz! ))

[Broxigan]

(( Ooooo dramaz! ))

((90% of the drama is only in Brox's head at the moment.))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by some random goblin:

Something is wrong. Malorii is missing, I think. I have not seen or heard from her, though I did receive a soggy, blank piece of parchment. I asked this goblin here to tell me what was written on it. Nothing. Though, Peecha does seem to smell something on it. I need to ask around...maybe Qabian may know something.

Master Nasuj wants me to watch over a warlock. Join him in the arena pits. I kept my opinions and thoughts on the matter to myself for now. I will do what I can.

Vilmah.

I spent a lot of time with her last night. Down at the hot springs in Un'Goro. I learned a lot about her. I...should not feel the way I do about her. Not with the position she is in. She always seems sad at the mention of her mate. How he is never around, never makes time for her. I can tell it hurts her.

He is a fool.Too bad this orc hasn't mentioned too many names. I could make some serious money off this information. Oh well.

I told her I would meet Rosette. Maybe the child can teach me something no one else has.

She told me we should spend more time together. I do not believe I can recall when I have been more happy to hear that.

Oh, apparently Vegans cannot eat goblin made ice cream. Hm.

Justice...or Glory. Which should I choose?Which ever side has the most money, of course!

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I never want to forget these days. I just wish I could see them. But I will not let that stop me. Regardless, I am here with my old Matron here in Orgimmar; doing some catching up, having her write my thoughts. She told me I can come here anytime to have her write them.

The other day, I spoke with Evanthe quite a bit. Malorii is missing in the same way that Sabachthan is. She vanished with him when he 'popped out'. That worries me. I will see if I can find some way to find her. Evanthe told me something odd, "Do not dream of Malorii." I normally try not to.

Also, I spoke too much to her on some matters. Personal matters. My feelings. I hope I can trust her.

Now, for the good part. I spent more time with Vilmah tonight. I really, probably, should not feel this way about her, I think. I do not know. What I do know, is what I feel.

We went to a spot outside of Silvermoon. A beach that I remember stumbling upon a while back. There we sat, and talked. I finally got it right. I finally found some leafy food for her. I did find out she likes eggs, so that opens more things I could personally cook. I had also got a box of cookies for Rosette. I am sure she will like them.

I am supposed to meet with Rosette tomorrow.

I asked V-- [Giant ink blot.]

We ended up in Zul'Aman some how. Now that was an experience. They really have some giant bears in there.

I am going to spend more time with the Matron, share my experiences.

He certainly has grown up alot. And he seems to have become a good orc, though he has made some mistakes. If Broxy gets his sight back and sees this, I want him to know I proud.

[Malorii]

((( mmmhmmm... *tounge in cheek noise* ))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I think I may have messed up. Vilmah thinks it is her fault but I feel it is mine for bringing up those thoughts. I really should learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes.

I met with Rosette today. Sweet girl. Still hard to believe she is human. If a child can live among the horde, then why can't we all live as one? I really makes me think. Oh, and she drew a picture of me. I plan to keep it for as long as orcishly possible. Maybe one day I will actually get to see it.

I went to the Earthmother Thanksgiving with Vilmah. That was interesting and enlightening.

Back to Vilmah. It seems this is not the first time this has happened. I won't be a statistic though. I will not forget her like the others have, as she put it. Only time will know what will happen. I will just have to wait.

Here is the picture that Rosette drew of me. I plan to keep it here. I know it will be safe.

The picture is placed between two blank pieces of parchment.
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[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

It seems I am now a mother. Rather interesting story. Me and Peecha had managed to stumble into the Wetlands, near the dwarf city, Ironforge. Why we were there I do not know, but we ended up near the entrance to a place called Grim Batol. I remember hearing about it in stories. Numerous red dragons guard the way. They were no threat to me and Peecha.

Seems Grim Batol is sealed up tightly. The gates were closed and I could find no way in. Why I would want to, I do not know. But, this is where I found her. Peecha had been barking and whimpering at something, so I went to check it out. I felt broken shells. Large, rough, hard shells. Dragon egg shells. The more I felt, the more I realized that the eggs seem to have been smashed open. I felt the dead bodies of the unborn whelplings upon the ground.

I dug a small hole and places the poor creatures into the ground, covering them. Thats when I found her. A small whelpling was still alive among them. I have no idea how, but she was breathing, churring, and whimpering. I quickly took her with me, fed her some meat, gave her some water. Now, she thinks I am her mother. Lovely.

I ran into Vilmah today in Orgimmar. She seems to like to tickle me. We talked for quite a while. Zart from Melar Danashj came up. He has no manners. States the obvious without care for what his words will cause. I thank the matron for raising me with common sense.

Vilmah thought the little whelp was cute. I knew she would. We decided that Rosette will give the whelp a name. I had stopped by last night but I can only assume they were busy. Vilmah did have some sort of photo shoot with goblins.

Training. Master Nasuj had some battle training within Dire Maul. I think I have improved. I actually managed to take him down. That is until that wretched Frieya jumped me. I could barely stand and she drove her dagger into my back. Elves.

I have a bunch of books on portals, disappearances, demons, magicks and the such. The matron are going to look over them tonight and I am going to help her decipher it. I hope it will shine some light on where Malorii and Sabachthan are. I do miss her. It has been quiet.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I am going to be staying the Sanctuary Guild Hall tonight. Vilmah invited me. I will get to that in a minute. Matron Battlewail understands and is writing this for me tonight, because I just needed to get my thoughts down.

Dio left Sanctuary. Vilmah is torn up about it. I want to help. I need to help. And the only way I know how is to--I need to speak with Master Nasuj, I think.

I spoke with her alot. A few hours. I got her to relax. I managed to get her to eat as well. Even if it was a little bit. I took her to a pond that I remember Malorii showing me near Ravenholdt. Quiet, secluded.

I feel so comfortable around her. I tell her things I would usually hide. I tell her everything. Seems Clys is quite popular. Even Vilmah knows her and about her. I wonder if I should try and get my eyesight back. Life has been...a million times better since then. I don't know what to do.

[This area has been ripped out.]

Relax. I met her brother Kromag. Nice guy. Sounds like your stereotypical orc. I hope to get to know him more though.

I should head to meet Vilmah at her guild hall. I will actually get to sleep in a bed that is not built for a child. No offense Matron. None taken.

Oh. Maybe I can get Rosette to name this little whelpling.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

Remind me to never tell Evanthe anything again. I will write more in the morning.

[Evanthe]

[Awww, she was only trying to help. ;) ]

[Malorii]

(( mmmhmm i TOLD you .. mmmhmm *tounge in cheek* ))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I slept within the Sanctuary Hall again last night. If you want to call it sleeping. My stomach was in knots. I could not get more than an hour or two worth of sleep.

I have left Melar Danashj. I spoke with Master Nasuj about it. He doesn't support the decision but I think he may understand.

I took Vilmah up on her offer. I joined the ranks of Sanctuary. Very friendly group.

I really do not know who I can trust anymore. Evanthe said she would not speak a word. But, that is an elf for you. I do not think she repeated anything I may have told her, but she definitely made things odd. I think Vilmah may be upset. I wanted to speak with her before the night was through. But I didn't have the chance. Too many things kept interrupting.

I feel sick.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I ask too much of the matron. I owe her so much for recording my thoughts.

I am a bit more calm now. I have taken a long walk. Tried to clear my mind. The little whelp cheers me up. She likes to sleep on my head though.

As I have said before, I know I shouldn't feel the way I do. I shouldn't have these thoughts. I know my place, but it is so hard sometimes. The thoughts that fill my mind shouldn't be. Or should they? Is it normal? Or am I just pathetic? I talk with the matron about it because I know she would not speak a word to anyone else. A love her as I do, I still need to tell someone else. I have no one I can trust. And the one that I CAN trust, I cannot tell. It would make things hard if I did. That is why I am going to keep quiet about it. Time will be my ally. It will let me know when and if it ever comes that I tell her.

I don't want to ruin what I have.

It has been too long since I have been truly happy. And, I really really hate to admit it, but since Malorii has, well, vanished; things are going smoother. Maybe what Master Sabachthan said all those months ago was right. Maybe she wasn't the answer I was looking for. Strange. A

Amazing how things someone may say may have a huge impact later on, whether it is intended or not.

Speaking of Malorii. I heard her through my hearthstone last night. Faintly. And I smelled ashes. She is probably stalking around behind me, playing her tricks on me again. Ugh.

I do hope, after last night, that everything will be okay. I will hope for the best and wait.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

Before I return to the Hall tonight, I made a stop by the orphanage. I need to get these thoughts down. Today.

In short, I basically spent most of the day with Vilmah. I received a letter from her. That is how the day started. We talked outside in the garden. We talk about everything and anything. [The next line has been scratched out.]

Somethings, may be best not to write, just now. We spent more time later that night in Nagrand. I am still trembling slightly. My heart is still racing. I need to calm myself down. I need to walk for a while. I need to relax.

She said she

The rest of this page is missing.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by an Orc Refugee in Lower City:

It's early. Probably too early to bother the matron, so I asked an orc brethren in Lower City to write this. I had to pay him deeply for keeping this hush hush.

I slept very little, as you can expect. I haven't heard from her yet. I'd rather not use names at the moment. I rode through Terokkar Forest for a while. Tried to clear my mind. Calm myself.

Last night was interesting. The things that were said. The things that were done. I still choke on my own breath thinking about it. No, it wasn't anything outrageous. Innocent things.

I sat one the edge of Terokkar, you know, the one that over looks nothing. The edge of the world, so to speak. I sat and thought. I thought and sat. I was still trembling. I need to grow up.

But, I don't need to change. I've done enough of that, and she doesn't want me to change. I won't. For her.

I am heading back to the hall. I am going to lie in bed for a while. Try to get a little more sleep.

I will wait for her. I hope things are all right.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I think I broke a rib. I think said rib broke through the skin. Damn ogre. We went to Shadow Labyrinth again last night. We actually made it through.

I now have the first part of the key to Karazhan. I thank Vilmah so much.

Speaking of her, I think about her too much, I think. I am afraid of what might happen if I get too close. But, I long to BE close. I know I shouldn't. She is taken. And that is what hurts me.

What am I going to do? Someone is going to be hurt in all of this. The only one I do not want hurt is Vilmah. I want her to be happy. That's why I try so hard. She seems so sad, it is only ins--

[Part of the page has been torn and mended together.]

I'm pathetic.

[Vilmah]

(( =( Poor Broxy..))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

So much to say. It has been up and down for a while. I certainly hope it stays up for a while. Where to start.

As has been lately, my focus in life has been Vilmah. Things got bad during the first part of the day. I was worried. I tried to cry. I can't. I must have lost that too when I lost my eyes. I was worried. I wanted to disappear. Then I talked with Niethan.

We walked through Shattrath. Found out some things about him. ---

[Most of the middle section has been inked out.]

I went to my room soon after midnight. I laid in bed for nearly two hours before I fell asleep. Life is good..but I want it to be better.

I talked with Niethan again today. I took his flask of poisons. I plan to take the rest of his drugs. We talked for a while, in the garden. It is a small world. Seems he was also involved in the asylum. I will talk more on this later.

[Malorii]

(( ... Mal should have neutred kiki while she had the chance :D

[Vilmah]

((Nooooooo!))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I really do not know what to say. I don't know how much I should write down. I can say this. We ventured in Karazhan. A very interesting experience. Tons of ghosts. I could do better, I think. But, what has happened even over shadows that.

Again, we spent more time together than the day before. It feels easier now; now that she knows everything and I know her. I told her a little about my talk with Niethan, about the collars and the asylum and that one particular voice I hear. The last one I heard. It could be him. There is no way to tell. Things are easier now.

[The piece of parchment is ripped in half, but the two pieces do not fit together.]

I left a note. I hope she can read it. I should be back soon after this though.

I needed to pick up some things, some foods for Peecha. She needed a walk too. I stopped by the orphanage, to bring something to matron and to record this.

What do I do?

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Vilmah:

Well, seems I have Vilmah writing my entry today. She has already read it all, so why not? I have nothing to hide from her.

[This section is scratched out, nothing legible.]

I see the real Vilmah, not just the one on the battlefield covered in plate. Not the strong leader, but the true Vilmah that eyes cannot see. I do wonder would things bet different if I could see her. Would I have judged her?

Probably not.

Regardless, she is here. A close friend. The closest I have. I couldn't be happier. I trust her with everything.

Friendship.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgimmar:

I didn't write yesterday. I didn't sleep either. Is it bad I became too accustomed to it so quickly? Should I try and forget about it and move on? I miss the embrace.

I make it a habit though to see her every day. Even if for only a moment. I won't be like the rest. I will not put her second, or third...or even fourth. It may only stay as a friendship, which I say I am happy with, but the chance it could grow keeps me going.

I am a Guardian of Sanctuary now. I want to protect her. Her life is the guild. I protect the guild, then.

Am I pathetic for feeling the way I do?

On another note, I spoke with Skafloc briefly. Seems Malorii is still missing. It worries me. But mentioned there may be a way to get her and Sabachthan back. He will keep me updated.

I need to sleep. I will head back to the guild hall and try once again.

[Broxigan]

This entry seems to be much older than the rest. Weathered around the edges, dirty, almost illegible faded ink. Many entries lay upon this one sheet.

I think it has almost been a year since I left the orphanage. I have lost track of time. I try and count the days but it gets too boring. I haven't seen a friendly soul since that day.

The nights are long and cold. Lonely. I miss the beds. I miss the warmth. I miss the friends.

No I don't. They always made fun of me. They called me "beast boy" because I could get along with animals better than they could. They said my mother was a wolf and my father was a boar. I don't miss them at all. The only I do miss is the matron.

She was like a mother to me. She was the only one who cared. She seemed sad when I left. I will go back one day and visit her.

Right now, I am perched in a tree in Stranglethorn. I don't even know how I ended up here. I haven't eaten anything in three days. I need to find something.

---

It's snowing. I am high in the mountains. I watched some dwarves for a while. I made sure to stay hidden beneath the bear fur. I fashioned a spear from the bones of the bear and a rod, that I assume, one of those hairy dwarves left behind. Protection.

I think my birthday is coming up. It doesn't matter. Not like I have anyone to celebrate it with. No one to trust. Just me and the wilderness. There is no age. Only the day that comes and goes. Survival.

Two years since I left. Two years of learning. Two years of training. My aim with a bow has gotten better.

The only ones I have spoken to were goblins. And that was for supplies or travel. I have, many times, gone back towards Orgimmar. I see it over the hills. I stare at it. I turn and leave. I have no one to go back to. No one who would care. I turn my back and leave.

---

I think it has been four years. I don't know. I stopped counting after the first one. I am huddled deep within a cave. It is raining hard. You can barely see your own hand in front of your face. I do not know where I am right now.

Oh, great. The fire just died out. I have no more tinder. Shit. It is hard to write in the dark.

---

I have gone back to Orgimmar once. Seems there are a small number of elves moving through there. I have missed something. When did elves join us?

Not us. I am alone. When did elves join them? Whatever it is, it isn't good. It doesn't feel right. I should stay away from them.

---

I have watched Orgimmar more and more recently. Like roaches coming out of the woodwork, the elves are growing in numbers. It seems I see less and less of my own kind.

I am going back to the mountains. It is quiet up there.

---

Sand. I hate sand. I seem to have gotten myself lost in a desert.

---

I talk to myself. No one else to talk to. We have good conversations.

---

I am going back. I will go crazy if I don't. I need company. Someone to talk to.

Even if it is an elf.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Vilmah:

Vilmah is writing this for me. Nothing to hide, right?

Well, I have taken the first step. I picked up a shield today. If I am going to protect her like I said I would, I need to be prepared.

This whole thought process of picking up a shield started when we were in Shadow Labyrinth. I believe I may have recorded those thoughts earlier. Things weren't going well against the ogre. Vilmah had fallen and so did another member with us. It was just me and Niethan against him.

Peecha had been knocked out as well, I was lost. When I heard Vilmah fall, all I could think was that I need to take this behemoth down. I took a beating. Mail doesn't protect as well against boulder sized fists as plate does. Not to mention a shield. Niethan kept the light on me, mending my constantly occurring wounds. I was hacking away with everything I had.

The ogre charged Niethan, easily swiping him down. I heard him cry out for a short moment before he collapsed. I knew it was going to be the end of it. I heard the gargantuan feet stomping towards me. That's when the bastard kicked me. Broke a rib. It punctured my skin. I was flying through the air. I dropped my axe. The only thing I could do was grab my gun. Which I did quickly. I was able to pull off one shot in the direction of the ogre. My last hope.

As I slammed into the wall and crumpled over like a piece of paper, I heard the ogre scream then I heard a thud. No way. There was no way. The ogre had fallen. Barely.

It was that point that I knew I needed to toughen myself up. Pick up a shield. Train so I could wear plate. To be able to protect her. Like I promised.

Vilmah was with me. She was telling me everything she knew. How to hold it, how to position it, how to stand. The feeling of her hands upon my arms made my heart skip a few beats.

So, for a few hours, I spent myself training. Getting adjusted to not being able to see without Peecha at my side. Instead, I had Vee.

Vee is a creation of mine. I have spent weeks in my room before I go to sleep, working on him. A mechanical squirrel. I have made it so Vee will alert me if something is close. Sort of like Peecha does. But, Vee will take a bit more to perfect. Tweaking and rewiring. I have it sit on my shoulder, next to my ear. I need to fix that damn whirring nose it makes. Drives me nuts. Vee is soooo cute, the way he sniffles and pretends to wash is face!!

And, unlike shooting, it doesn't take a lot of sight to know what to do. I don't have to worry about shooting anyone in the back of the head. Or missing my target. I just know when something is beating on me to beat right back.

It will be a long road. A lot to get used to. But, with Vil helping me, training me, teaching me; I know I will go far.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

What a weekend. Things went well with Vilmah. Details I will leave out, for now. Maybe I will reveal more later.

I had been walking through Silvermoon last night in my warriors garb, my shield in hand. I was going to train when I stumbled upon some sort of gathering. Royal Entertainment Society, it seems. I heard some familiar voices. Some I did not really care to hear. I listened for a few moments until I felt I had heard enough. I went and took a seat upon a bench. That is when he approached.

Leoren. I'm not usually one to hold grudges. I shouldn't hold one against him. But I do. Maybe because the one I want to bitch out has "stepped out". This is the first time I have heard from anyone from the ritual since it happened.

I have figured somethings out. I was told I could have perished during the ritual. This was when I thought it was going to involve just me. I figured it was worth the risk. Boy, was I wrong.

As I have mentioned, I found out at the last moment that I wasn't the only one to be in the ritual. I thought nothing of it. Until I spoke with Leoren. Nymare was told it was possible SHE would perish.

And if my mind recalls correctly, Sabachthan had told me he was working on something for someone else when I brought my problem to him. I didn't think much of it then. But, I gather now, if anyone was to have perished...it would have been me. I was a medium for whatever rune problem was with Nymare.

Afterall, what is one less orc in the world in the eyes of an elf or Forsaken?

I better change the subject.

Today is my birthday. I don't know if I want to tell anyone. They always make such a big deal. But...if I know Vilmah like I do...she will find out.

My warrior training is coming along slowly. It is much harder than I expected. My shoulder has been killing me from holding the shield. Though, I did have a bit of relief the other night. Mm.

I plan to visit Alterac Mountains tonight. I normally do on this day. Near where I was born.

Things have certainly changed...

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

So much to say. So much to record. Only, I can't. If someone were to ever find these writings, it could be used against..'us.' Things...are great.

Monday was my Birthday. Vilmah managed to get it out of me. I took her to where my parents and many other orcs from the war were burned in a pyre. Niethan burned the cake. I really do not mind. I love the cake. I have eaten it. It is more than I have gotten since I can remember.

And now the Matron says she is going to make me a cake too. It is fine. I don't need cake! Take the cake! No! I don't need it. I am fine. Really! OKAY FINE! That's more like it.

I have more cake now. Oh! Tonight is supposed to be the storytelling in Thunder Bluff. I need to remind Vilmah. She said she was going to go with me. I better go now before I forget.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

I am through with them. All of them. Nothing but trouble I will not let them ruin what I have. It isn't much but it is a hell of a lot better than what they have ever given me. No! I am through. No more. I could care less what happens to him. He wants me dead? So be it. Next time he comes at me, I will fight back. Even if he isn't himself. I will knock some damn sense into that rotting skull.

Everyone knows more about all of this than me. I was involved! I was there! I wanted to help find him and her. But no. I am a lowly orc. What can I do? What can I offer? An ant in their eyes.

All I want now are answers. Reasons. Why! Why was I to be used? They knew it. They had to have. Am I the reason it went wrong? Am I the reason he went missing? She knew she had a chance to die, but was that before I became involved and became her scape goat?! Tamora almost mentioned her name. I know she did. I will ask her what she knows. I need answers so I can put this behind me.

Every damn time I start to forget...move on, it comes back. Harder than before. I am not running. No. Am I? I want this to be over. I want to be happy with her, with what we have, which isn't much and can never be what I want it to be. No. Yes?

I need to try and get some sleep. I sat in bed all night, awake, waiting for one of two things. Him to show up looking for me, so I could finally end this...or [Inked out.]

Neither showed. I sat there, axe across my lap, hunched over, left with the thoughts of that night.

What do I do?

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

Where to start. So much has happened. I will make it brief.

It appears as though, from what I found out, I was used. I had suspected this. But having dug deeper, I found it to be true. At least from what everyone has given me and I pieced together. I was to be sacrificed during the ritual if things were to go wrong. Sabachthan had to know this. I know it. And whether or not what I ran into in Orgrimmar was him or not is still to be questioned. They say it is what was in my head.

Very bothersome.

Nymare and Leoren. I sat up last night. Thinking about them. And what VERY little I have spoken with them. I do not blame them. Or do I? Did they really know? Leoren said they didn't. How can I trust his words? I barely know him. I barely spoke with him, ever. I trusted Sabachthan and look what happened. I cannot place trust into them so easily. Would anyone blame me? Probably.

I spoke very little with Xenaken. I hope to find out more about what he actually did. To me.

Malorii is still gone. The only way she can come back is with Sabachthan. Lovely.

Evanthe and Skafloc. They keep me out of the loop for the best. Lies. If they do not want my help, then so be it. I gave them what I know. I told them what I know. I want nothing else to do with it. Is that wrong? Is it my problem? Because of what that Sabachthan supposingly is? Is it my fault?

Is it?

Damnit.

What should I do?

There is more to write. Nicer things. Hellista and such. A nice person. I will write more on those events later.

I need to think more.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

Well, I thought about it. I wrote things I probably shouldn't have. I have had the matron take them out. Rip them. Burn them. Blot them.

They could be used against us.

I hate having to do it, but it is for the best. I know it is. I need to think about what I want written. What I want found. We may need to look through the rest of this and find what else could be sensitive information.

So, back to the events of the weekend. I met Hellista, though, I must have at some point in the past. I do not recall. In any case, she was very nice. She even made me a tuxedo. It is so light compared to my armor. I almost feel naked in it.

I met Saturna as well. Very quiet. Seems to love animals. Something was wrong with her though. Lack of food and sleep? Maybe. It was hard to tell.

Hellista wants to help me get my vision back. Odd. She was also the one who passed on the original information about the rune removal. She is very kind. Has a bit of an evil streak, as do all warlocks I guess, but she is nice. How much can I trust her though is the question.

So many things going on. So little time.

Vilmah agrees I should just leave them all to their games. I just may. I am through.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

Well, things have been interesting. I haven't recorded any of my thoughts in a week...for reasons. I ache all over, my wounds still haven't fully healed. But I cannot rest. Not yet. Too much to do.

A group called the Righteous Hand had captured Vilmah and myself. They wanted information. The interrogated us. They threatened us. We showed them a bit of orcish hospitality.

We blew apart their fortress. I ripped off the General's face. Shattered his jaw. Crushed his neck. So much blood. The smell, the taste, the feel. I lose myself in it.

Things have gotten complicated. Things have been done. Was it right? Was I right for doing it? Not killing the General, something else.

I needed to clear my mind. I went to the Winter Veil festival. That didn't help.

I really, really hate crowds. Especially when I cannot see them. Too unnerving.

I heard things I probably shouldn't. Some of Hellista's conversations. Some of Nomeni's. Curse my ears sometimes. I do not intend to eavesdrop. It isn't my nature. I just always end up at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hellista is confusing. So very nice, but confusing. She really does not remind me of an elf but reminds me more of...hm.

I wonder what the news on Malorii is. I just want to know if they will be able to bring her back. I try not to think about it. But the things Dio said to me, how much Malorii cared and 'spared' me...I wonder if that is true. I wonder where he got that information.

Anyway, with all that out, I am looking into something. Something Hellista mentioned and many other have. Eyes.

I know I could sit down, make something over time that would help me out. Engineering at its finest. But, as everyone knows, it tends to backfire alot. I would rather not blow my skull apart.

Hellista mentioned using synthetic materials. Now that was something new. Innovative. Smart. I am going to look into it, research, record my findings.

I left the party early to come record this; but I have to head back. I over heard Nomeni speaking of something. I do not like where it is going. I plan to follow him, with Peecha's help, of course.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

So much has happened. I wait too long between getting these thoughts down on paper. I really shouldn't wait so long.

I am now deputy Myrmidon while Nomeni steps out. He nearly got himself killed, which seems is what he wanted. He went out to take out a handful of the Righteous Hand at the cost of his life. So stupid.

However, he has found another base of the Hand. Him and another who I refuse to write or speak are going. They need a bunch of explosives. Fel reaver bombs, seaforium. Everything. I grabbed Jobolg, told him he is going to go with Nomeni, to make sure he doesn't blow himself to pieces.

Jo was beyond excited to makes something explode.

Hm, what else.

Things with her are about as wonderful as they could be. I am so selfish though. I need to quit putting these thoughts do for our sake.

A night or two ago, I went with a small group to escort an elderly troll from Sen'jin to the Swamp of Sorrows. Xandrea, Fal'rei and Saturna were there. It was an enjoyable little trip, but I never want to WALK that entire distance again.

Something Saturna said worries me. "Are you sure you want to help someone like me?" Why is it the people I care for and wish to help always say that? This isn't the first time I have heard these words. It always raises a flag. Makes me worry I may get myself into something I shouldn't.

Would I risk everything I have for friends? The one I love?

Yes.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

Life. It never slows down. And if it ever does, sometimes it is too abrupt. Where to start.

The Alarm-O-Bots are set out among the encampments. They all seem to be working perfectly. Three nights of lost sleep was worth it. The last settlement had an orphanage. Now THAT was a blast.

I assigned Anne and Alana to their post. I need to speak with Tir and the other Guardians. However many that is.

Zul'Gurub. My first trip. Certainly not the best. I will never reach into a HooDoo pile again. HE killed me. Daggers in my back. I felt them drive in. Deep. Beyond the bone. I had no control of my actions. I saw HER! Vividly, plain as day. I could swear I saw her. Fear filled me as everything went numb then stopped. I have been on the brink of death many times before. This time was different. Torture.

I know it was her. It had to be. Was I able to see for a moment? A mere moment? The one thing I wish to see? I swear to whatever god you want, I know it was her. It is still burned into the back of my eye lids. Her running to me.

The next day came just like any other. As if nothing had happened.

Hellista. She confuses me. In my head and in my chest. I do not know what it is. She wants me to see. She wants me to see HER. She says it annoys her that I can't. Selfish in its own way, but selfless in another. She went to Gnomer, found some old schematics that she said should be able to help me with my sight. Binding synthetic materials to mechanical. Eyes that are made from something safe. That is what she wants.

She confuses me deeply.

Winter Veil. Just a few days away. I have plans with her. The other her. The one I saw. I need to go shopping for some items.

I wish life were easy.

I wish I could have what I want. What I need.

What I crave.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

Winter's Veil. This is the first time, since I can remember, that I have been truly happy. Vilmah, Hellista, Niethan, Ak, Saturna. I hold them all close in their own way.

The past few days have been wild. A torrent of emotions. Good, bad. Confusion. I feel so torn between what I feel. What I know. What I want.

I met Akanae, or Ak, for short. She is definitely something. She thinks all guys are the same. Sexist pigs who look down upon all women and think little of them. I set out to show her that isn't true. I don't think I am that way.

..Am I? No. Right?

I get my words mixed up. They come out wrong. She takes them the wrong way sometimes. I hope to be closer to her. She is strong, physically and mentally, I can tell. She reminds me of myself. My old self. Withdrawn, stubborn. Have I changed so much? Is it bad?

Hellista. My mind falls apart when I think of her. I do not know why. I fumble and stammer. I remember doing that once, but..No. I can't be. Can I? An elf? Hm. Time will tell me eventually what to make of it.

Vilmah. So many things I cannot speak. So many things I WISH to speak. I gave her presents for Winter's Veil. I gave her everything I could. I still feel as though it isn't enough.

Niethan. He seems overly happy. Seems Sigrun is back. Apparently she died and Niethan ate her, but here she is. Something doesn't feel right about it. But he is happy. The happiest I have ever heard him. I will find out more about this.

Saturna. So mysterious. So quiet. Though, she reminds me of someone, sort of. I cannot place who. It feels like I have known her longer than I have. I need to meet with her. She sent a courier, who actually READ the note to me, to meet with her about a present she got for Peecha. So strange.

I am going to be visiting with Vilmah's grandmother soon. I plan to ask her about what she does. A holder of the flame. A Pyremaster. I still feel these strong urges, flowing through me, to learn more of this. Maybe it is my place? Maybe it is where I belong?

Only one way to find out.

[Lascivious]

(Hellista? ZOMG don't do it Brox!)

[Broxigan]

(Hellista? ZOMG don't do it Brox!)

(Don't do what?! XD Be specific!)

[Hellista]

((My Death Flavored Milkshake brings all the orcs to the yard.))

[Amoola]

(Hellista? ZOMG don't do it Brox!)

((COme on the poor guy is blind. The only way he's going to see anything right now is through touch. As it is Hell isn't all that bad. She doesn't joke about Tauren being good to eat around amoola like some of the other blood elves. :P ))

[Hellista]

((COme on the poor guy is blind. The only way he's going to see anything right now is through touch. As it is Hell isn't all that bad. She doesn't joke about Tauren being good to eat around amoola like some of the other blood elves. :P ))

((But Ironically, she has eaten them along with nearly every other sentient race on Azeroth. hehe. She uses A1 sauce))

[Amoola]

((But Ironically, she has eaten them along with nearly every other sentient race on Azeroth. hehe. She uses A1 sauce))

((Yet she is polite enough not to talk about it. That is what would count in Amoola's book. As she would see it everything is going to be eaten by something else. And some eat their own. That doesn't mean you should tell those around you that you most likely eat one of their relatives. *winks* ))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

Life. Why must you be so damn hard?

Saturna only wants to help. I know she does. But the thought of what she told me, the possible dangers worry me. Even if it is done right, it still feels wrong. Spiritual Sight. Hm. It is supposed to be her Winter's Veil gift to me. And this isn't the first time someone tried to force their kindness on me.


Hellista ventured in Gnomeragen and found some blueprints on how to meld synthetic materials to metals. Vision through engineering.

Saturna offers me Spiritual Sight. I will only be able to see spirits. Do I really want to see what was one of the causes of my blindness?

Evanthe has mentioned binding vision to an Eye of Kilrogg. Warlocks. Dark energies. As helpful as they seem they always offer painful repercussions.

Clys. I do not know her personally, but she grows body parts. It chills me to think that. Seeing parts of bodies in tubes. Having someone operate on me doing GOD knows what while I am unconscious. And then there is the matter of payment...

So many choices. So many possible dangers. Far too many unknowns.

So, it seems I am one of the worst beings on the planet. At least that is the way I feel for the way I felt about her. I speak of Nymare. I've lived in ignorance for this long, thinking she got off clean. Physically, mentally, she did. But, according to Xenaken, she lost her sister. Said it was inevitable. But, it happened because of the ritual. Damnit! Why did no one tell me this?! Why did no one bother to fill me in instead of letting some wronged hatred grow to what it has?! I can't speak with her. I can't face her. I feel too horrible for being so self centered. I..will try and get someone to write a letter. It is the least I can, right?

As for my other problem, I may finally have an answer. I leave it in her hands for now. But I feel I may have to choose neither. For their sake and for mine.

I will keep you updated.

On a side note: Why the hell do they call themselves the Tauren Chieftans if there is only ONE tauren?! It makes no sense and is so misleading. I told Dio and Lori it should have been Insane Horde Posse of something...it makes no sense.

[Evanthe]

Warlocks. Dark energies. As helpful as they seem they always offer painful repercussions.

[Warlock magic is full of love and rainbows. Painful repercussions? I don't know what you're talking about.]


Insane Horde Posse

[That made me giggle.]

[Hellista]

On a side note: Why the hell do they call themselves the Tauren Chieftans if there is only ONE tauren?! It makes no sense and is so misleading. I told Dio and Lori it should have been Insane Horde Posse of something...it makes no sense.[/i]

((Thats why I always never understood the phrase "Spider-Friends, Go For IT!!!"))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

I think it may be time to bring this up. I've kept it hidden from everyone for so long.

I have taken an orcess hunter under my wing. A student. A pupil. Machetta Blackfang. It has been a few weeks since I met her. She had sent me a letter, saying she knew of my skills and wished to learn from me. I felt flattered, to say the least, so I told her I would.

She has come so far. She could barely hold a bow much less shot it properly. She is strong. Funny. Kind. Beautiful. Though, she can be intimidating sometimes. I haven't told anyone this. Not even Vilmah. I worry how she would react.

It's not happening again is it? Am I falling for someone else? If so, at least I know I can be with this one. I know I can openly love her. I do not have to worry about another.

Which brings me to the problem. The two I hold close, I cannot be with. One, because she is married. The other, because she is owned. I get to jealous. Stingy. Selfish. I want someone I can claim as my own. Could she be the one? Maybe?

Damn it all to fel. I am doing it again. I know I am. Maybe this time will be different.

Gods, I hope so.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Machetta:

So, things have calmed down. I sent a letter to Nymare. I finally figured out what I am going to do about the other two. And I am here with Machetta. She is writing this for me, by the way. You know, he really has a cute butt.

So, the past few days, we have gotten down on some serious training. She is getting better. Her aim is right on. She was far too antsy in the beginning to try and fight in close range. As well as that is for a warrior or a rogue, it doesn't do too well when you are trying to aim at something.

The day has been wonderful, though. Fun, relaxing. It is hard to believe I have known her for such a short time, though it feels like it has been so much longer.

We camped out under the stars last night. I think we plan on doing it again tonight. I share everything with her. Hm. Is it too soon to be doing so?

Nah. I trust her. I care for her. I know I can. Do not as how. Only I know.

I need to go start a fire for tonight.

[Down near the bottom of the page, there is a doodle of a squirrel with an arrow through it's head and the words "Boom Dead!" next to it.]

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Machetta:

She bit me! And not just once. I am not complaining. I enjoyed it, actually. Probably much more than I should.

We kissed. The first one I can openly claim. My heart pounds when I think about it. The feeling of her lips. Her taste.

I need to make us some breakfast. We have to get ready for out little trip out to the mountains near Ironforge. I have invited a few others. This should be quite interesting.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Machetta:

Best to start with the worst and work your way up to the good, right?

I finally had a chance to sit and speak with Miss Clys on my problem. She would want nothing in return, which still strikes me as odd. She told me it would be minor surgery. Nothing risky to it. It is so hard to believe that something that has had such an impact on me would or could be easily fixed.

But, nothing is easy. She attempted to look in my mind, see if anything was out of place since I cannot see through Peecha's eyes, as a normal hunter would. She said what happened was something she never encountered. She was pushed out. I assume this is what Xenaken had done before the ritual in an attempt to help.

Even if this is something I wanted, it looks like it won't be simple. I need to find Xenaken and ask him more about what he did. Clys and Whispersoft said Nymare may have some sort of answer, but I do not know.

Will this problem ever stop? Will I ever just be able to live normally?

Well, the worst is out of the way now, I think. I will focus on Machetta.

I managed to get her out into the depths of the dwarf land. She told me before, she had a dream of a white timber wolf. The only ones I could think of are the ones in Alterac and the ones near Ironforge. So, we traveled where we could.

Rolph went with us. He went for the killing it seems. I really wanted to avoid it as much as possible.

I introduced Machetta to Alana, Nie and Ceresa. I think something is bother Niethan. Ceresa is very nice. And Alana...well, she kissed me on the cheek. Machetta was NOT happy about that.

We stayed in my room last night in the guild hall. I will say, regardless of how things have been, I am the happiest I can remember right now.

[Amoola]

[Down near the bottom of the page, there is a doodle of a squirrel with an arrow through it's head and the words "Boom Dead!" next to it.]

((Now it's my turn to say it... "don't do it Brox!" Is the 'squirrel' mechanical? :O
))

[Broxigan]

((Now it's my turn to say it... "don't do it Brox!" Is the 'squirrel' mechanical? :O
))

((XD Yes. It is mechanical. Brox made a bunch for target practice for Machetta.))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

The matron is writing this one entry for me. I needed to tell her about all of this, so I figured this would be best.

Vilmah's grandmother was killed. The Righteous Hand will pay with endless amounts of blood for that. I am not going to sit still any longer. Blood will be spilled. Heads will roll. They have caused too much pain. Too much suffering.

I feel it is my fault for her death, though. They came for me. I know they did. And it seems Sifar has been caught, if what they said was true. I am putting feelers out. They will pay.

I am putting together a force to take Halaa. All of Sanctuary, I hope. We need to get supplies out to the Mag'har, quickly. It is planned for Friday. I hope all goes well. it will be my first time leading a large group.

Yesterday was my first real duty as Myrmidon. Erm, deputy Myrmidon, I should say. Feyrin took a trail that I put before him and did wonderfully well, so I am told. I was impressed. I wonder how long I will be in this position. It is empowering. Makes me feel needed. I need to remember not to get too used to it.

Machetta. She is my mate now. She wanted me to be. How can I object? She feels perfect. A missing piece. The things we talk about. The things we do. She makes me happy.

Time to get serious.

[Amoola]

((XD Yes. It is mechanical. Brox made a bunch for target practice for Machetta.))


((OK in that case.... not so worried. :) ))

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

I haven't wrote in the past few days. Been busy planning. Things with Machetta has been wonderful. Though, she does wear me out from time to time. In a good way, trust me.

I freed a Netherwing drake from the Dragonmaw. His name is Baau. Swift and agile. He should prove a wonderful ally tonight.

Tonight.

Is it normal to be a tad nervous about leading an attack upon Halaa? Maybe. But, this is my duty. We need to get supplies to the orcs out there. We need to have a base of operations, even if for an hour.

And Sifar. We need to find out her location. Hopefully, we can with reclaiming Halaa and putting out feelers.

We are doing what we can, Sifar.

Everyone tells me I will be fine. That I am a natural leader. The plans have been laid out. It looks beautiful in my mind. Like a choreographed dance.

I hope enough show. I hope my instructions will be clear enough. I should go over a few more details. Make sure everything is right.

I hope to make her proud.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Machetta:

We move out soon. Very soon.

Laron has been informed.

I have sent out the call.

Now, we wait to see who will lend their aid.

Hold on Sifar.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Matron Battlewail in Orgrimmar:

Once again, life has kept me from having my thoughts recorded. I apologize.

Sifar and Amoola have been rescued. They were very bad off. I hate for the Hand grows within me every day. They need to be stopped. The time for the final attack has come.

I may have some information on this. But I am not sure. I would rather not talk about what I am unsure of.

Karazhan. We ventured high into the tower in one night. I will admit, it was fun. Quite the learning experience.

On another matter, my sight. My eyes.

Clys talked with me last night. Though, we did get side tracked. I do not understand why some people wish to try and pry into others personal lives. Especially when they do not know me well enough. Regardless, I need to go to her lab for some skin sample, blood...and...sperm. That is, of course, if I wish to have something similar to my original eyes.

She explained the surgery. Sounds unnervingly simple. Too simple. She told me I would have to pay nothing, but that she would ask a favor of me at some later date, if it should arise. That worries me. Being in debt to an elf and never knowing what she would want of me.

Xenaken.

He plays a vital role in this. We need to get him to release the spell he put on me so Clys can do what she does best.

I am nervous. Scared. Excited. All at the same time.

Some random elf told me I owed her four copper for some information she claimed she gave me on Malorii. I have no clue what she is talking about. Malorii is dead.

---

I need to destroy this stupid transporter. It seems to have this fetish with turning me into a gnome. A female one.

Everyone seems to love it. They all have a blast. Talking about putting me in dresses. Pinching my cheeks. Hugging, cuddling.

Something happened though. Roseblood tried to...

Anyway. Niethan helped me. Though he did chew on my hair.

Niethan is a subject all his own. An entry I need to devote to him. He seems to be slightly possessive of me at times. Protective even.

I will write more on this later. I need to get home. Rest.

[Broxigan]

Transcribed by Machetta:

I have been neglecting this for quite some time now. I need to make a habit of recording my thoughts. Machetta keeps me so...busy.

Where to start. Ah. Right. Karazhan would be a good place to begin. We plan to head back tonight, but a few days ago, we managed our way in and, from what I can tell, we made it quite high into the tower. We took down someone named Aran. We work really well together, all of us. I some times wish I could watch everyone in battle.

Watch. Speaking of that, Clys is in the process of growing my eyes. She took some skin, blood, nerve and sperm samples. Said she needed them to do it. I still worry though of what she may want in return. An unknown favor. Machetta tells me not to worry.

My transporter needs to die. Seriously. This thing has a fetish for either sending me onto a high, unknown rock above Netherstorm or it turns me into a female gnome. I hate having to hide from everyone when this happens. It really pisses me off.

My warrior training is going slowly. Very slowly. It is almost painful it is so slow. I need to repair Vee. He got shot in the leg by some goblin in Stonetalon. I quickly showed the goblin my..good side.

Ah, I almost forgot Nisaba. Can you believe there was a lion in Winterspring? And from what everyone tells me, she is white. Not like it matters, but she needs a bit of conditioning and training. She is no where near as reliable as Peecha, but she does make use of the claws.

Patrols are coming up soon. I hope they go well. Better than the last one, at least. Though, that is where I met Vilmah.

Hm, well, I think that is enough for now.

Okay, you can quit writing, Machetta.

Thanks for writing that for me.

Wait, are you still writing?

Gah!

I swear if you don't st--

[Broxigan]

*The following entry looks to have been a vain attempt at writing himself. Letters can be seen behind the deep scribbles and scratches; though nothing can be made out.*

[Broxigan]

Well, this is a first in a long time. I actually...get to write my own journal entry. I need to look through this now that I have the ability to...see what has been written.

Learn from my mistakes.

Anyway, Machetta was with me the entire time during the surgery. I woke up to her. She was everything I could have ever imagined and then some. After so long I finally got to see her. Not just with my hands. I really cannot remember when I was this happy.

I've decided that I am going to get some tattoo's. By some, I mean my entire right arm. I am trying to jot down what I want. I know I am going to get something of me and her.

I need to thank Clys again and again. I owe her so much for this. Anne seems to think that Clys is the devil and has put some sort of curse or hex or enchant on my eyes so she would see what I see any time she wished. Yes, Clys has been known as a terrible person for things she has done, but people change. Whether she has or not is to be determined, but from what I have noticed, she has been overly kind. She even joined us in Sanctuary after some mishaps with the University.

I trust her, even if others don't. Maybe I am too trusting sometimes.

Niethan. He was freaked out that I could see again. Thought I would treat him differently. Niethan will always be Niethan if I can or cannot see him. Yes, he looks different, but that is why I like him. He saw a need to celebrate and I told him not to worry. I hate the attention.

I feel so alive. I feel so good. I have alot of catching up to do.

---

Note to self:

• Speak to Rosette about the drawing and how wonderful it is.

• Find the goblin who drew the picture with the stink lines and throttle him/her.

• Setup a place for Malorii, since she never had a place to be buried.

• Find that elf in World's End and slap her.

• Never ever trust goblins again.

• Buy something for the Matron. I owe her so much.

[Broxigan]

So many things I have been missing.

I got to see most of Karazhan last night. I will say it was an interesting experience. Some wonderful sights.

Green.

-The following paragraph has been scratched out.-

Machetta seems quite happy with my vision. She enjoys me looking her over. Head to toe. Watching. The look on her face. The smiles. I cherish every moment I have now to see those around me. I never realized how much I was missing.

I was living a normal life...but I missed half of the people around me and never knew it.

I need to take it easy though. Last night, they stung slightly. I think I was over doing it. I didn't tell anyone...I would rather no one over react and worry about nothing.

It is natural that they would hurt after not having them for so long, right?

Of course.

[Broxigan]

They hurt more. Not just in the light. I worry some will think the worst. It is only natural, right? I mean, natural for the unnatural? Meaning, the eyes that shouldn't even be? Regardless, I need to speak with Clys about it. Maybe she will know.

I spoke with Sifar this morning. First time actually seeing her as well. We spoke for quite a bit. She is leaving the hall, going home she said. She also left Haven, from the sounds of it and joined The Ebon Banner.

I told her I would like to speak with some of them eventually. Get to know her friends. Hopefully break down the invisible wall. Let's hope things go well.

Machetta and myself visited the Drag today and went to get the tattoo I spoke of. My arm hurts like hell right now. But, it will pass. I will admit, Krawl knows what he is doing. I may have to visit him again, eventually.

I am taking a bit of a break this week. Enjoying the time I have with Machetta. We have much planned to relax. Let's hope everything goes well.

[Broxigan]

I am very worried now. I need to find Clys and speak with her. It took me fifteen minutes this morning to focus. To see anything. My head was throbbing.

I dare not tell Machetta about this.

But I should. I know I should. But she will worry. Which is to be expected, I guess. I am worrying myself.

I will tell her.

But.

What should I do?

I will write more later, I think. I need to relax.

[Broxigan]

I better write this while I can.

My eye sight is nearly gone. I see darkness more now than I do anything else. And it is very strange. To have the feeling of eyes but not being able to see feels like I am being teased. Taunted by the Fate of life. There is still no reason as to yet as to why I am losing it again after just receiving it. We have our theories. Our guesses.

But they are just that, guesses. No clue what is going on inside of my head or in my body or what.

Life will continue on though. I will continue to be strong. This will be just another fence to jump.

I have been neglecting this more and more lately. I have alot of catch up on. Ignis Divine seems to have fallen apart. Whether it be temporary or premanent has yet to be determined; but they came to me asking for a home. Who was I to deny them?

I gave all of them the interview. Explained how Sanctuary works. They all seemed receptive.

As I have been told many times, when the fighting is done, the world will need people like us. As true as that is, we will fight with everyone. We will protect those we love. Our homes.

Which brings me to my next point. The Alliance have been awfully antsy lately. I figure it is due in part of the organizations I HAVE to call my allies storming into their homes and burning, raping and pillaging. They are only causing pain for their own forces. The ones they love...if they have them.

Burning of Stormwind. Ravaging of Darnassus. Invasion of Ironforge. It is all pointless. It will only cause them to retaliate and those who cannot stand in the wake of their destruction get hurt the most. The weak. The defenseless.

And I do my part. I venture out to help any place I am able from attacks. I wince every time I have to strike down another. But I only do it because they have slaughtered the young. The weak.

And this brings me to my last thought. Peace. I spoke with Sifar about various issues. She joined the Ebon Banner. And she wants me to meet with some of her superiors. I doubt peace will ever be obtained. But will that stop me from trying?

I plan to show with no weapons. If things were to get hairy, I will be a martyr. Not every orc or every member of the Horde is a blood thirsty, war craving, lustful, sexually oriented lifeform.

We really are not so different.

I better stop for now. I need to hop back in bed with Machetta. I will write more later.

[Broxigan]

I will make this short.

Almost gone.

Completely.

Lost.

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W i l l l i ve

W i l l s u r viv e

[Amoola]

((Aw! *sniffles* :( ))

[Broxigan]

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Testing testing<stop>

Okay seems to be working<stop>

I did not manage to get everything down that
I wanted to a moment ago<stop> My eyesight
went out again<stop> It is almost like a flame<stop>
But I think the flame may have finally gone out<stop>

At the first sign of losing my sight again I took
Vee here and began to reprogram him again for
various tasks that I found difficult before<stop>
Writing and reading being the major ones<stop>

Vee's system is still quiet new<stop> All the tests
seem to have produced at least some what desirable
results<stop>

Though I still have not got punctuation down<stop>

I will have to see what I can manage with him<stop>

1001010111101101001110101001001111
101010010000111011alot of new recruits<stop>
Mostly due to the ones from Ignis<stop>

But we welcome them with open arms<stop>
It is what we do<stop>

Oh on another note I have come along far in
my warrior training<stop> I seem to have
be1010011011000010010001001001 shield<stop>

I have much to do now<stop> Many things to
fix and readjust to<stop>

I will keep this updated on my position in
terms of vision and other things<stop>

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[Hellista]

((You rock, Brox!))

[Ninorra]

((That's AWESOME!))

[Amoola]

(( Um if Vee is writing what are the odds that his AI might take off running? Going to have to watch this. Could prove interesting and entertaining. lol ))

[Broxigan]

(( Um if Vee is writing what are the odds that his AI might take off running? Going to have to watch this. Could prove interesting and entertaining. lol ))

((Gotta love the possibilities of engineering.))

[Amoola]

(( Yup! Too bad you can only play it out in a story, though. Would be an entertaining story. *nods* ))

[Broxigan]

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The days draw closer and closer to the day
I meet with Sifar and the Banner<stop>
I will admit I am a bit excited<stop> But at
the same time a slight bit worried for the
fact of the worst that could happen<stop>
I do not think Sifar would let that happen<stop>

I am nearing the fiftieth stage in my warrior
training<stop> It has been going smoothly
lately<stop> I will admit though it is very hard
to not want to pull back and unload my gun<stop>
I could easily do it if I wish but what would be
the point<stop> I need to adjust to close
range<stop> And this way I do not rely fully
on sight<stop> I just hack away<stop>

I was in charge this week of laying out who
is going to venture into Karazhan<stop>
More and more people have been joining our
ranks<stop> It s going to be more difficult
to allow friends to head into the tower<stop>

I still have not spoken to Clys<stop> She has
either been out or busy<stop> Not much I
can do but wait<stop>

I think it is gone completely<stop> I need to
tell Machetta<stop> She knows it has been
going in and out for over a week now but<stop>
I sometimes just watch her as though I can see
her and smile<stop> I will never forget her
smile<stop> Her eyes<stop> I sometimes
wish I could tell everyo10011100100101
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But I enjoy what I have with her<stop>

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[Broxigan]

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I met with Sifar and Dae one of the leaders I
assume of the Ebon Banner<stop> We spoke
for nearly an hour<stop> Sifar did a wonderful
job translating for him<stop> I could make
out a few things he was saying but it was still
good to have her there<stop>

We talked about what we believe in<stop>
What we fight for<stop> And even our
differences<stop> We share many of the same
views believe it or not<stop> And of course
there are somethings we do not agree on<stop>
It is to be expected<stop>

But I have made a new friend on the other
side<stop> We will need them<stop> Everyone
will<stop> Negotiations among other things
will continue through goblin mail<stop> I plan
to keep in touch with Dae<stop>

But regardless of what kind of agreement we
come to there will always be those who wish to
fight for no reason<stop> Such as while I was in
Un'Goro this past weekend I heard someone in
trouble<stop> Danger<stop> I went to help
and came to find out afterwards it was a Night
Elf<stop> He sounded grateful at least<stop>

Then out of the blue I hear him scream in
pain<stop> A Forsaken struck him down<stop>
Right infront of me<stop> After I lended a
hand<stop> After a small amount of peace was
obtained<stop> I do not doubt this elf will think
the worst of me and my kind<stop> The Horde<stop>

Anyway<stop>

My warrior training is coming along nicely<stop>
I have been told I will be ready for Outland soon<stop>
Two or three days at most<stop>

To the topic of her<stop> She has been extremely
busy<stop> I have not seen much of her lately<stop>
But I am to blame as well<stop> I have been busy with
recruits and training<stop> But I cannot feel as though
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But I do understand how things are<stop> How stressful
it is<stop> How much she needs to do what she does<stop>
I am here to support her<stop> I love her<stop>

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[Broxigan]

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The past few days have been mediocre to say
the least<stop>

I finally stepped into Outland without Peecha by
my side or the warm feeling of a gun or bow<stop>
I go with a sword and a sheild<stop> And of course
Vee<stop> I would not be able to make out hitting
a rock from a boar without him<stop> It<stop>
Huh<stop> What would Vee be I wonder<stop>
Him or her<stop>

Regardless of that things have been stable<stop>

Except for the fact Niethan is missing<stop>
No clue or word on that yet<stop> I really am worried
but have no clue where to begin<stop> The only
two who would know would be Dio or Sulajin and
obviously Sul does not know<stop>

Time will reveal where he is<stop>

Other than that I have been doing alot
of research on different engineering things
after a conversation Machetta and myself
had<stop> Vee reads the books to me and I
have come across alot of interesting things<stop>
I am planning a trip into Gnomeregan since that
is where most of the books seem to have originated
from or point back to<stop> Goblins are too
interested in explosives<stop>

I will keep you updated<stop>

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[Broxigan]

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What have I do<stop>

What has the last week been<stop>

Was I even myself<stop>

Somethings I do not remember<stop> Somethings
I do and wish I wouldn't<stop> Meeting at the
Portal<stop> Invading the Alliance outpost near<stop>

Slaughtering<stop>

Killing<stop>

It was not me<stop> I did not wish to do it<stop>
But I did<stop>Now I have to pay for my
stupidity<stop>

Sifar had shown up<stop> Knocked a little sense
into us I think<stop>

I did not wish for her to see me that way<stop>

I have alot of repenting to do<stop>

Beutha<stop>

She offered her place to me last night<stop>
She seemed close<stop> I told her I needed to pick
up Rosette and Kalgor which is true<stop>

I have my suspicions of how she may feel<stop> I may be wrong<stop>

I need to lay down<stop>

I need rest<stop>

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[Broxigan]

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Why can't I make everyone happy?
What I do for one may cause pain to others.
When I try to mend the wounds caused, it will,
in turn, cause pain to yet someone else.

I want to make those around me smile. I want
them to feel wonderful.

I really do not know what to do.

Most people would say I do not speak
like a true orc with these matters. To them,
they can shove off.

I do not know if any of this will ever be
read outside of my room. I do not know if
this will ever be found when I pass away.
I do know that this collection of writing is
confusing. Vague. Incomplete. I do it for the
safety of those around me. If it fell into the
wrong hands.

Sometimes, I should just stop. But I want to
leave something behind. Some to be
remembered by. Something to show that,
even in the hard times, people can change.
People can want peace. People can be civil.
Even an orc.

As you may notice, I finally have the punctuation
program fixed in Vee. I am sure, without it, the
past few entries could have been a bit hard to
read. I should ask Machetta to glance over this
stuff. To make sure it is readable.

I never thought of that. All of this could
be for naught.

So many things to say. So many things to hide.

...I need a vacation...

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[Broxigan]

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Everything is so confusing. People. Feelings.
Relationships. The things we do to make people
happy, the things we do to not hurt them.

Ugh.

I need to say something to someone. Maybe I
should just say it aloud and get it@#$%@#@

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<Entry>

Well, that was odd. Vee just made some strange
noises. Mm. I really need to figure out what is
going on with him.

Anyway. I am glad I got all of that off my chest.

The building site is going to be wonderful! The
measurements are being calculated The ground in
the area is quite stable! I did not realize the
bedrock in the area was so stable. It is almost
unreal how well things are working out.

I am also working on an experimental 'glove' and
scope to help with my aim. As well as other
things. Ugh, I have so much to record but I need
to check on Vee.

The noises are very unsettling.

I may need to run the system analysis again.

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[Amoola]

((Vee is telling Brox to stop swearing but the censoring program is getting in the way. LOL ))

[Broxigan]

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Well, the plans are coming along.
The clearing of the land is slated
for next week. Early. Probably
Monday, from what I know. I will
be there, watching over it all.
Even helping. I have alot of the
supplies on order. I may have to
hire a bit of goblin help to break
the land the way I need it.

It will be beautiful once it is
completed. I know she will like it.

Speaking of which. Niethan knows.
Sifar knows. It feels really nice
that the cat is out of the bag.
Even if to just a few.

I want to sit and talk with Niethan
about it all. But I do not know how
he will take me. I know he hated
me at one point not too long ago.
Who can blame him. But...

Vee's new targeting system is
almost completed. I have still yet to
name it. But, his vision is connected
to the scope of my gun now. Took a
bit of time to get the wiring down right,
but it works wonderful. The other portion
is the 'glove' like addition. Whenever
Vee spots a target, it will send a pulse
through the glove, telling me which way
I need to move. Which way to aim. Which
way to hit. THAT will take alot of getting
used to. And, it is sort of an electrical
pulse, but it doesn't hurt. It causes
a sack within the glove to inflate
slightly and let me know which way
go. When I hit the spot, the sack
deflates.

Here's hoping it works out well.

I have spent a bit of time with Sifar
as of late. Helping her get over her fear
to fly, helping with other issues. I enjoy
the time with her. One of the best friends
I have, next to Vilmah and Niethan.

Oh...I almost forgot.

Malorii is...alive. That's right, alive.
I ran into her last night when a gnome
was attacking Silvermoon. Malorii. The
one who just vanished from my life in the
blink of an eye, died...and came back
just as suddenly. So much has changed.
So much. With me at least. But...

She seems to be the same old Malorii.

And her "Good Doctor" is back. I still
cannot believe that. All the talk before of him
and never seeing him. I almost...ALMOST
figured him to be a figment of her imagination.

But...no. She said he brought her back.

My head...really hurts.

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[Malanori]

((I have to say Brox, this is the most original and creative concept of journal I've seen so far on TNG. Kudos. ))

[Broxigan]

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After the guild meeting last night, it seems
that Nomeni has stepped down and I am
now the new High Myrmidon of Sanctuary.

And now it is my choice to find a new Myrmidon
to replace my old position. I have a few in mind,
but I need to put them through the test.

But it cannot be the usual test that the Guardians
have to do. It needs to be unique. Harder. Something
to show that they want the position.

I have my ideas. I will bounce them off of Vilmah.

It was a little awkward at first with Niethan before
the meeting began. I do not think anyone but
us three were around. And still, it felt...good.
To know that I did not have to hide it, if even
for a few moments.

On another note, the settlement has been cleared
off and I am going to be heading up there soon to
check on it and gather some more measurements.

The workshop will be the first thing to be build and
then the rest will come later. A base of operations,
if you will.

It may take years to get the place up to where I
envision it, but it will be well worth it.

One day, when the fighting is over, I hope
we can all live up there. Peacefully.

Maybe.

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So much to cover. Alot of time has passed
since my last entry. I really need to make
more time for these things.

Right now, I am sitting up here at the
settlement, overlooking the construction
going on by the goblins I hired. As much
as I would prefer to do it myself, some of it
was beyond my control. The digging for the
basement were more of a goblin territory
anyway. Their machines do most of the
work.

They tell me though, that they are near
50% completion of the workshop. That is
all I need done right now. The orphanage
will come later, once I set the area up and
make it secure enough for myself.

But, aside from that, other things have been
going on. Vic is now my newest Myrmidon.
He acquired three items from the Magister's
Terrace as I asked. He has plenty of good
ideas and I know he will do well. I need to be
around more than I am. I feel bad enough about
that as is.

The anniversary party went well. Alot of people
showed up. At least, so I heard. I really
cannot stand being in the midst of so many
people and not be able to see them. Three or
four seems to be my limit before I become
uncomfortable. Sifar helped keep my calm
though. Vilmah was busy running amongst
everyone.

I did over hear her talking about N--

No! That is not supposed to go over there!
Listen, this orc here is paying us plenty of gold
to get this right. Now move it over there. No!
Not there! THERE! Yes! Right there. Now set
it down slowly. SLOWLY! Bloody hell! Do you
even know the meaning of slow?!

--don't know what to do about that. I shouldn't
worry about it.

These goblins are certainly loud. I should be
worried slightly about them actually getting
the job done. Mm.

Life right now, is good. As good as can be.
Alot of secrets. Alot of masks. Alot of hiding.

Things certainly have changed.

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Well, the workshop is near finished. The
goblins only have a few things left to tweak
out and then it will be set for me to start
moving some of the things out of the
basement to there so I do not have to worry
about Rosette or Kalgor grabbing anything
that may hurt them.

And I may have just the solution for moving
it all easily. A few weeks ago, I had invited a
goblin and a member of the Consortium
together to help brainstorm this out. I knew
I needed to move alot of stuff from the guild hall
to the workshop. The goblins have a means of
teleporting with their devices. I remembered
noticing that the Consortium had a similar sort
of means though a bit more reliable.

Or so it would seem at least. Anyway, we put
our heads together and came up with this little
device I put together. A matter transporter,
basically. It looks just like a simple adamantite
frame with some wires and a Khorium power
source. However, the programming runs through
Vee. He initiates a code that starts up the transporter.
The goblin saw fit to test it on living subjects.

Needless to say, he now had a black eye after
that animal came out completely inside out.
So, note to self: nothing living should ever
go through this transporter.

I have tested it through great distances and so
far, with pleasing results. So, I have the receiver
set up at the workshop. I can carry the other half
with me anywhere I go.

Which leads me to my next little topic. Gnomeregan.
I need to head there to get some raw materials.
Plus, I really did wish to locate exactly where Hellista
had gotten those schematics about grafting living
tissue to machinery. No, I do not plan to ever use it
for my vision. I would rather not risk blowing a hole
in my skull.

But, it would be nice to have. Just in case. I need
a bunch of wiring and other items as well. So the
trip will be well worth it even if I do not find out
anything about that. I plan to explore some of the
cut off locations. Well, we do.

Vilmah and myself. She expressed interest in
going. How could I say no.

So, after this, I am upgrading Vee's systems with
a few improvements that should hopefully help
with the exploring.

We hope to leave within a day or so.

It will be fun to spend time with her...but I do
not expect anything exciting to happen in there.

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[Broxigan]

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I am so furious. The audacity of some people!
The ignorance, stupidity! They are doing nothing
but making it harder on the ones who cannot
do anything to protect themselves! The children,
the elderly, the sick. They are the ones who
are going to have to pay for their incompetence.

And we are going to have to be the ones to clean
up their mess. Parades of pointless slaughter,
glory in being the scum of the earth! They are no
better than those they are fighting against. Returning
the 'favor' is only going to add fuel to the inferno!

But I will be the water. I will be the blanket to help
put this flame out. Already have I begun to put
plans into motion. I plan to speak with a few...friends
about this invasion. This idiotic, pointless invasion.

They deserve a right to know. The weak deserve a
chance to hide. To evacuate. I wish there was more
I could do. I even wish I could...even just...I want to...

Some may call me a traitor. Some may say I disgrace
the name of the Horde. Of the Orcs. But I am doing
what is right. What needs to be done.

Mother, father, uncle...am I disgracing you?
Everything you fought for? Died for? Will you accept
me when I finally step beyond this world? Will I be
shunned?

I think what I am doing is right. You fought for me
to be here. You fought for my freedom. I will never
back down from a battle, I am a true orc.

Who can see beyond the physical world. Blind yet my
eyes are more open than any around me. Fighting
will only bring more of it.

But it needs to stop. Between the Alliance and Horde.

Too many innocents have died due to egos and
foolishness. And what is there to show for it all?

More blood. More death. More darkness.

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I have begun to send the letters to those
who need to know. Plans are in motion.

I have spoken with some of the guards
around the cities, filling them on what I know.

An unknown timeframe. I hate not knowing
how much time I have to prepare for what is
to come.

I need to speak with the Guardians and
Soldiers, let them know they will be needed
in the near future.

...

Also, I need to find out what is wrong
with Vee.

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I have managed to move all of the more
dangerous items up to the workshop. I
will say, it is much easier with the transporter.
I was able to drop a few things through it
and it arrived at the other end without a hitch.

Right now, I am taking a little break. I
sorted things out. Set up a lock system
on the doors and windows. I am sitting
upon one of the cliffs that look down into
the valleys of Alterac. And I wish I could
see them.

The smell of the cold, fresh air brings
back memories. Alot of them too. I
remember all too well the feeling of
fear of when I was a child: hearing
tales of internment camps, the stories
of the orcs rounded up like cattle. The
blizzards and mountains kept us hidden
up here. The small group I was with
followed the Frostwolves but settled a
ways from them.

And when I think about, we could have
been considered cowards. We hid in the
mountains. We strayed from the humans.
We waited. But our brothers and sisters
slumped in the camps. Doing nothing but
loathing in their sorrow.

I remember thinking that was how I was
going to spend my life. Huddled in the
mountains, hiding.

But I remember hearing word of Thrall.
Of Hellscream. Of Doomhammer. The fall
of Durnhold. The fall of the camps.

The stories seemed too good to be true.
They really did. I remember my mind
racing with visions of the battles.
Of the glory. Of the honor.

I think it was these things that set me out
at the age of thirteen. Here I was, an orc
child huddled in the mountains while
others were fighting for our freedom. I
couldn't have joined them though. I would
have been more of a burden than anything.
I knew that. Even so young.

But, sitting here in the mountains, on the
stone where I stood before I left, I remember
it all. I wanted that same honor. I wanted that
same glory that Thrall and the others fought for.

I wanted to make my ancestors proud. I wanted
to make the Red Axe, Broxigar, proud. I wanted
to earn my name. His name.

Years I traveled. Trained. Alone. Nature was
my companion. It brought news of the
growing of the Horde. The forming of
Orgrimmar. The alliances with the Trolls,
Tauren, Forsaken.

But, I stayed in the wild until I felt strong
enough to come back.

And here I am, back where it all began. Back
on the same rock. With the same thoughts.
Have I become strong enough? Do I have the
honor I sought for so long? Am I even worthy
of the name I was given?

Yes.

I am fighting for the same things the
Warchief did when I was a child.

I am proud to be an orc under Thrall.
I would never be able to do what I do if
it wasn't for him.

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Everything has been moved. Much easier
with the transporter. Most everything
came through in one piece.

I spend more and more time in my workings.
Less and less time in the guild hall. It is
not intended, I just get wrapped up.

I do make my trips there everyday. I walk
through the cities when I have the chance,
hoping for encounters with past friends and
picking up more supplies.

Sifar and Redemptio are the ones I have seen
as of late. As well as Dezlin, a new on to the guild.

We are all so busy with our lives. We sometimes
forget those that are close. I do miss her. And maybe
I bury myself in my work to hide the pain I feel
sometimes. Showing pain is a weakness. A flaw.

Once again, it isn't intended I separate myself from
everyone and her. I seem to go through moods such
as this.

But, regardless, I keep up with the news of the
workings of the guild. I have orders for Dezlin to
move to Guardianship. I have ears posted around
for this fabled attack that was talked about.

A dwarven lass on one side.

An elf on the other.

One that I have worked with more than the other.

One provides more comfort than the other.

One of them knows Malorii.

Regardless, I have many projects I am working on.

Transporter: Completed
Targetting system: Completed
Wiring the Lab: In Progress 20% Completion
Alarm System connected to Vee: 75% Completion
Synthetic Study: In Progress
Synthetic attachment to metal: In Progress
Synthetic strain threshold: In Progress
Power Sources: Khorium Energy Sources
Zepplins: Studying
Sub-terrain heating: In Progress

So much to do. So little time.

I miss everyone.

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I've made a promise to myself to get out
more. I will say, I enjoyed myself last night
too. Just being able to talk with people.

I met a lady elf named Sepia. I can't
remember her last name for the life of
me right now. But, we talked for quite
some time on this and that. Surprisingly,
she has alot of the same views on life
that I do, but keeps them hidden due
to her colors views. I won't speak any
more on that subject.

I also met a Taureness named
Merna Thunderbust. It is a small world,
I will say. She had left Sanctuary just after
the mishap that had drawn me to them.

And speaking of Sanctuary, I had the
strangest dream last night. I don't dream
too often, much less think about them or
remember them, but. Anyway, the dream
was interesting to say the least.

I was the Warboss of Sanctuary.

Quit laughing Vee.

Anyway, I was the Warboss. How or why
it came about, I do not know, but I was.
Stepping forward, taking control, leading
our forces to peace. Treaties. Justice.

Peace.

I really have no idea what brought this
dream about. It was sort of comforting
that some part of me thinks I would be
able to. Or it could be another part
mocking what will not happen.

In any case, I will make a difference in
this world. I will carry the purple and gold
proudly. I will represent everything we stand
for, even if I have to pay for it.

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[Ninorra]

((*points* Userper!!!))

[Amoola]

((Speaking of Brox getting out and about...... I need some Broxy RP tonight. Please?!? *bats eyelashes* ))

[Broxigan]

((Speaking of Brox getting out and about...... I need some Broxy RP tonight. Please?!? *bats eyelashes* ))

((I should be around sometime later this evening! Catch me if you can! >: D))

[Amoola]

((I'll be on after dinner, aka between 6:30 and 7:30 server time and then after 8:30 server time. I would have hit you last night but ended up spinning some yarn and keeping the littlest out of Swift's hair. :( ))

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Well, Amoola finally came around. She is
now a part of the purple and gold. It was
going to happen sooner or later. It always
does. I have yet to talk to anyone who hasn't.

Hm, having an ego about this doesn't feel right.
You know what I mean, right Vee?

Yeah, okay. Maybe we should just scratch
that last part out.

Anyway. Sepia.

She is far too trusting. I will spare the details
for now, but I will say I ended up going to retrieve
her from the tomb where she was held. I brought
her to the outpost in Badlands to get some sleep
and heal.

Hm, then again, I am far too trusting myself.
That's how I ended up the way I am.

I also spoke with Sifar a bit. Told her about the
dream I had. Not the smartest thing I have done.

Anyway, I gave her one of the keys. I trust her.

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Zepplins: Studying
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Targetting system: Attached to armor.
Testing in progress.

I have yet to hear anything from my elven
contact. I should send a letter to her.

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[Amoola]

((LOL! Is someone getting cocky? :P ))

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Sepia is doing better. I stayed with her at
the inn until she regained her energy to
get back to Silvermoon. I helped her to get
to her sister's home.

I believe she will be fine. She just needs
her rest.

Last night, however, was interesting. I was
walking through the streets of Silvermoon
and decided to stop in one of the inns and
grab a drink. And, I will say, damn my ears
for being so sharp.

Vee, describe what you saw last night.

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Female orc. Peecha-like wolf.
Elf upon bed, bandages on leg.

Another elf. Healing light.

Bad reaction in wounded elf.

Critical condition.

Blood. Excess amounts.

Vials. Common. More elves.

Merna.

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I do not know what happened to the
wounded elf. All I knew if I wanted to
help. She sounded bad off. Then the
other elf came in and attempted to
heal the wounded. If it were so easy,
it would have been done. And the
other orc in the room advised against it.

The wounded, it seems, has an allergy
of sorts to arcane. Odd, to say the least,
for a blood elf.

When things went south, I jumped in.
The girl sounded as though she was
drowning in her own life fluids. I helped
her up.

I can still feel the blood on me right now.

One by the name of Rosalynd came in
and shoved everyone to the side. She
knew what she was doing, I gladly stepped
out.

It was then everything started getting
hectic. All I can gather is Merna eventually
stepped forward and healed the girl.

Nature-based magicks did not have the
same effect as the arcane based.

It was around that time, I felt that tugging
at the back of my mind again.

I had to leave.

Right now, I am sitting somewhere in
Eversong upon a hill. I couldn't do much
to help the girl. As much as I felt I needed to.

Why did I feel I had to? I could have easily
just let it go out the other ear. Am I too nosey?
Do I have a lust for getting myself into situations
I shouldn't be in?

I just wanted to help. No one deserves to die.

Unless it is their time.

I am going to do something I haven't done in
a long time.

I am going to meditate for a while.

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I know what I saw.

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But you can't see.

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I KNOW what I saw.

I must have meditated for hours. The air
feels cool, I do not feel the sun upon me.

But I feel warmth.

I hear the spirits around here. More so
than before. Maybe it is just from my
meditating.

Whatever the case, they told me to find
a Shaman. No name. No race. Nothing
to go by.

I do not question them. They know more
than I ever will.

I need to head back to the mountains
and think. I need to tinker with something
to calm my hands.

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[Catalinetta]

((Eeeee!))

[Amoola]

(( dun dun dun! ))

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Jobolg.

So, I was sitting around the lab, tinkering,
minding my own business when I hear
the local defenses going off in the
Stranglethorn area. Nothing new.

Happens all the time.

But the descriptions came across as an
orc. My curiosity was piqued.

I listened closely and behold, it was Jo.

I had Vee check the locator I gave to Niethan.
He was in the same area.

I quickly had made my way down there. But I
was late. Jobolg had already found Niethan.
Niethan wouldn't answer my calls through his
hearthstone.

It wasn't pretty. I hesitated. I should have...

Jobolg retreated.

His words...what he said...

I am not going to take it lightly.

"Next time, you won't be able to."

Shit. That could mean a couple different
things. Damnit...

I...better get to work. No time to sit around
and wait for him to show again.

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[Amoola]

((poor Nei! Poor Brox too.... but, poor Nei! Moo just saw him the other night. :( ))

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I do not know what I am doing anymore.

Well, more I do not know what anyone
else is doing anymore. I have been
spending nearly all of my time here in
the workshop, which, is now complete
for the most part. Everything is in place.
The sub-terrain corridors are dug and walled.

But, regardless of how good it is that it is
done, I feel empty. I hear from no one
anymore. I assume they are just busy with
their own things. Perfectly fine.

Maybe I have too much time to think.

Machetta is...

Sifar is busy with her own things. She
has plenty to worry about on her own side
of the world.

Niethan is no longer with Sanctuary. But
the few times I have heard him, he sounds
like he is happy. Aside from the Jobolg thing.

Jobolg is...absent.

Skafloc is around. I hear rumors floating
through the streets about the "Baron" but
have not actually heard from him myself.
I over heard him speaking at the Spring Festival.

Evanthe, I have heard no word from. I assume
she is busy with whatever warlocky things she does.

Malorii. I hear word from my contact that she
is okay. Well, as okay as Malorii CAN be I guess.
The Ghants seemed to have returned and are
causing trouble, as always. A very tiny part of me
misses that. The company more than anything.

Vilmah is absent. She has plenty to do, plenty
to worry about, plenty to plan.

Amoola is out. I received a letter from her
and a package of chocolates.

Hellista, I have heard nothing from for
months. I just hope everything is okay.

Clys has vanished. No one knows where
she may have gone.

Beutha. Heard no word from her since
the little incident.

Sabachthan. I hear he is back. So long as
he stays far away, I am fine.

Saturna. No word from her. Not going to
say I am surprised about that.

Bir. As annoying as he is...eh.

Dio. Haven't heard word from him in months.

Nymare/Qabian/Leoren...

...

Nomeni has gone way of the wind.
I assume it is the druid thing to do.

And the Sanctuary halls are far too quiet.

Far too empty.

I cannot place blame on anyone. I am as
much to blame for anything as the next person.
I just wish there was something more I could do.

Eh, I will worry more about all of this later.
I need to prepare for my guest.

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I have reluctantly ignored them long
enough. They have grown louder. It
is an all too familiar feeling.

I am leaving a note for Vilmah. I am
leaving Peecha behind with her puppy.
Oh, right...Peecha had a pup. The other
was a still-born. The poor thing...

Muldoon and Nisaba are staying as well.

My gun and armor are locked away.
Those are staying as well.

Vee, a sack of food, sacks of water
and a few tools are all I am bringing.

They will take me where I need to go.

Where that is, I do not know yet.

The spirits will be with me though.

I know it.

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The trip took longer than intended. But
I saw them. My parents. That right there
was enough to make up for it.

The spirits talk to me. The speak to me
through the elements. They teach, love
and nurture.

I am putting down my gun. Something
they said advised me to do so. I will
continue with my shield; a training
of the body.

I think Vilmah hit her head a little too
hard. A naked run through Un'Goro.

No.

Aside from that, I ran into someone
last night. Beutha. I hadn't heard from
her since...well, not too sure. Partially
my fault I am sure. Communication is a
two way thing. Her and a friend, Wolfe.

Such a small world.

...Worlds?

Whichever. It was nice to be able to
talk, even if it was short. A few demons
had to be put in their place.

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[Amoola]

((what Brox isn't going to take part?!?! Can I bribe him with liquor? *evil grin*))

[Ninorra]

((Oh, he'll do it. He's an officer. He HAS to.))

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Been far too busy lately with everything.
I can see now. To an extent. Only situational.
But it helps more than anything. Vee still
comes with me everywhere I go.

But, the vision, imagine an imprint in clay.
You see the curves, and the shapes but that
is it. No real details. No colors. Just the physical
forms. Enough to help me move about more
freely.

Evanthe. I spoke with her a few days ago. A week
maybe. She is having problems. Not too sure
what I can do to help her. But, it seems awfully
familiar. She told me she trusted me, which is
comforting. I just wish I could do more to help.
My shaman training is no where near far enough
along to be able to help with THAT sort of problem.

But I ask the spirits to help guide me. To watch
over her. If nothing else.

Saturna. I found out so much. It all came together.
The ghostly huntress. The one who views herself
as a tree. It makes so much more sense now, what
she means when she says things. The way she acts.
The way she speaks. She knows the language.

It really is amazing. I need to talk with her more.
I am sure she has many things to help me with.
I know she does. The spirits told me to seek her
out, but for what I have no clue. I need to learn more
about her connection.

Vesker. He is an awfully nice guy. I wish I could
help him out a bit more with his issue. I remember
what it is like to be alone. I want to help. I could
offer him a place at the hall. Hm..

I need to focus on the tasks at hand, though.
I have so much I need to do, so much to work on.

Just need to make more hours in the day.

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I wish she would just speak clearly. All of
these hidden meanings are misleading.
I mean Saturna, of course. I know the spirits
wanted me to learn something from her.
Or gain something. But I do not know
what it is. I think that worries her. Not too
sure as to why though.

She left in a bit of a rush. May have been
something I said. I may have come on
too strong with all the talk of the spirits.

Whatever it is, I need to sit and speak
with them. I need to figure out exactly
what they wish for me to do. Because
the more I pry with my lack of knowledge,
the further away she may go.

Now, where did I put those herbs...

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Things have picked up. A little more so
than the past few weeks. Where to begin...

Sifar. I spent some well needed time
with her recently. The times we get to
spend together to sit and talk are far inbetween.

Ninorra seems to have something wrong
with her. I could have sworn I...nah.
Exhaustion, I know that is it.

Vilmah feels things are misplaced. I think
it still may have to do with the bump on
her head. But she is also...it is the spirits
work. I have been down that road before.
They will tell me what I should do about Deelea.

Evanthe is still having her problems. And
it seems Niethan placed a curse or hex or
something upon Skafloc. I can't blame him,
after what he did to Eva. But regardless, it
needs to be fixed. It isn't natural, whatever
it is. And even the worst of enemies should
never be made uncomfortable. Allowing
prolonged discomfort only brings about more
tension, right?

I will be asking the spirits about those two
as well. I do not expect much on Evanthe.
I truthfully do not expect much on the Skafloc
front either, knowing what sort of magicks
they involve themselves with, but it will not
hurt to ask.

I have alot to meditate on.

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I don't know what came over me. I have
no clue where I got the crazy idea from.
On a whim, I went to Stormwind. This was
much different than my first time. Actually,
I think it was my first written entry, that experience.

And look now. I went there. I sat within the
tavern. I spoke with humans, dwarves, gnomes
and night elves. Aside from the bouncy, antsy
draenei and the annoying human warlock, the
night was...one of the best in quite some time.

When I first arrived, I kept forgetting to speak
common to them. Mistake on my end. I could
only imagine what they thought. An orc sitting
at a table in the human capitol.

I fixed that quickly. I found my voice and spoke
with them. The Common that Sifar taught me.
They shared stories of battles. I shared a story
from my childhood.

I knew my stay wouldn't be long, but it was
longer than I expected. When they found out
I spoke their tongue, they became curious.
Some more than others. The crowd grew.
I almost felt like an animal in a cage, to tell
the truth. Surrounded by my supposed enemies
who could have cut me down at the drop of a hat.

But they did not. I bore no weapons. I wore my
tabard. I showed my peace. I stayed calm, even
with the hits I received.

Friends. Alot of them. A dwarf named Halvar.
A human named Tovaan. The Theramore
Marines allowed me passage through Jania's port.
A night elf who shares the same handicap as
myself. Laron, Sifar. A duchess...I believe her
name was Eowynn, if I heard correctly. So many
names, so many voices. It was hard to focus on one.

Everything had been fine. The night had been
good. Heard about others of the Horde there.
Welcomed. For what reason I don't know.

But the night ended quickly. A human named
Fynne came in and broke up the little gathering.
I do not blame him one bit. And would not have
if had thrown me in shackles. I was on their land.
In their city. Drinking their grog. I am lucky I
managed to walk out as I did.

I will say this; a certain amount of respect goes
to this Fynne person. Despite I sat there, he gave
me my chance to split. Much honor, just from that
little encounter.

I plan on heading back. Many stories to hear.
Many stories to tell.

The world will need people like us when the
wars finally stop. To bridge the gap that has
been dug by stupidity.

Note to self: Bring orcish grog and smoked
meats to Halvar and the Marines.

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((Last night was great, Brox! I almost felt sorry for you, though, as you were surrounded at the end. Sifar would have bugged out far before then. Actually... it reminds me of when she showed up unannounced at Sanctuary's guild hall. :D ))

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I spent a great deal of time talking,
or attempting to talk, with Saturna.
I know she is the one they spoke of.
She knows something, she has
knowledge that I might be needing.
As for the reason, it is still unknown.

Saturna walked the world before we
arrived through the portal. The Balance
had to have been thrown out of whack
when this happened. Something had to
have changed somewhere to make up for
it. She may or may not know. That may
not even be the case...

Then there is the Emerald Dream; a copy
of the world untainted. So the druids say.
The elements must have run over that
domain, it only seems logical. But logic has
no place in the world. Do the spirits rule over
both this and the Emerald Dream? And what
about the Portal to the old world, does it exist
there? In some fashion? Or is it a cause for unBalance?

So many questions, so little answers.

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Elves and demons. A world corrupted
before our kind stepped foot into the
world. Generations upon generations
affected. But the Balance has been kept.
Even with us stepping foot upon the
world. Then endless questions that brings
just isn't even worth thinking about.

Saturna speaks in riddles, it is a bit
annoying. But she knows what she
means. It is just up for me to think
about it. Sometimes longer and harder
than it probably should.

The last thing she mentioned is
something I have yet to figure out.

...My head hurts.

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I have not found out anything about
Evanthe's condition. No words from the
Spirits. Same goes for Skafloc's problem,
if he still has it, and have not been able
to contact Niethan.

Apparently, something is wrong with
Ninorra. I saw something a few days
ago, saw, but...

Still in the dark about Saturna's statement.

Vilmah should be okay now.

I think I am going to take a few days
off to think things over. Meditation
and time away from the cities.

It should help clear my head.

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((omg so awesome, I love the Vee writing!

Don't let Q in your workshop, he'd probably break everything and make some kind of anti-Vee by accident that containted antimatter X D ))

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By the spirits, I think I have figured
it out. It was plain as day, I already
knew this, but I didn't see it this way.
Why didn't I think of it sooner?!

Worst case is, I am right back where I
am right now. But it is worth a shot.

Nothing to lose.

Now, where did I put all of those herbs...

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She did what she had to.
That is all there is to it.

The crowds and their cheering and
jeering made my stomach turn.

Far too many people witnessed it.
Far too many...

After it was done, I escaped to
Stormwind, of all places. I found
my way to the Park district once
again. I still don't know why I went
there, but a part of me tells me it was
to get away from the savagery of that match.

Geofforan was there. As well as a
dwarf by the name of Teremein and
an elf, whose name I still have not
caught. He asked of Ninorra, I only
gave him the basics.

I keep hearing these terms referred
to me over and over:

Diplomat, noble, honorable, different.

Teremein, I do not blame the way he
felt about me being there. But I explained
myself. I told him my reasons, I showed
him I was not like the ones he has met
on the battlefield many times over. I knelt
before him and gave him a chance to strike
me down right then and there if he felt
then need to.

He didn't.

One more set of eyes have been opened.

...

Ah, right. Gorthok. I spoke briefly with
him over some matters. Things have
changed since back at the castle. He
wanted me to help him in his battle
against the ones at Nethergarde Keep
and Duskwood.

Pointless, needless killing.

I can only assume Balance is kept in
it all, in some way.

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Fel-tainted Draenic crystal.

It was all I needed to know and she
kept on about withholding the
information. Recreating it. My ass.

Nothing more than spite and bitterness.
A lonely little existence that someone
would withhold anything that could
possibly save someone's life.

But, it makes more sense now. Evanthe's
condition. An overload, or saturation, of
fel energies from her prison. It is the only
thing I can piece together, and her body
is rejecting it.

Personally, I find it to be good news. Fel
magicks can rot in a hole and disappear.

But, the her problem could worsen. It could
stay the same. That is the problem. What
to do from here is beyond anything me or
the spirits could do without risk for my own
sake. Once you start entangling yourself in
it's grasp, it is near impossible to escape.

I will not step foot in that again.

She needs to step up and tell him. Dragging
it on will only continue a pain, or make it
worse in the end. I can understand it to be
difficult...

Maybe I can't. Regardless, she needs to step up.
She is happy, which is good. But she is causing
more strife than there needs to be.

No word on Vilmah's release. I have heard things.

-He- showed up.

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