The Diary of Lord Draco Gladius Visca

[Visca]

To any who find this: Take what you learn from this record, and use it for our people.

My name is Draco Gladius Visca. I am last of the Viscas. I am the leader of the Order of Eversong, and this is a recollection of what has happened. If you are reading this, I have probably died. I am not the villain or madman portrayed by the Magisters and the Blood Knights. I have done what I have for the Sin’dori, and those who still call themselves the Quel’dori. In these pages I shall show you the Truth. Kael’thas has in fact betrayed us. I am for the People rather than the Prince and a seeker of the True Light, the Holy Light.

Throughout this record, you shall see who I truly was, a savior. The Order of Eversong is not just a rebellion… but a beacon of hope in these dark times, protectors of the innocent when even our government wishes to manipulate them to their sick purposes. You may think of this book as a final plea from a dead man, a last request.

[Itakae]

((oooh yay draco!<3))

[Kaeryian]

((Draco's the man))

[Visca]

In recent weeks, I have discovered a small amount of Quel’dori refugees in the Lower City of Shatterath City, Dreanor. Sometime ago I began to ponder… How could the Quel’dori exist? If the addiction was lethal, and they refuse to use the methods the Sin’dori have… then they should have died out. This was something I had to find out.
Since I found these refugees, who were also remarkably harmless, I have attempted to befriend them. I am not a chief, but I have bought them food. I am not a tailor, but I found them blankets. Even though they did not take our path, should we forsake our brethren in need? I do not believe so.

And through these encounters, I have begun to learn. The Prince had lied on this as well; our addiction is not a dreadful as we had believed. It does exist, that much is true. But these Quel’dori are proof that it is non-lethal. They do feel the pangs of withdraw, they feel the urge but resist… but they are certainly alive.

During one such meeting, I brought them a gift. I do not drink, though issues have driven me to such recently, but I had a bottle of alcohol still. This with the regular meal that I bought from a vendor, which the poor Quel’dori cannot due to the lack of money, I presented it to them. They thanked me as they usually did, but at this time I believe I made progress. The one named Eyrx went to Dalaran, where my Aeritha had taught… so I asked about her, as I had begun to miss her voice once again… It seems Eyrx knew her, and during this evening he let it slip that the date of her birth was near. It seemed he was a favored student of Aeritha’s. For now I have left it at her birth, and I had gotten her a Mana Wyrm in celebration, but it seems I may have a source to draw out some of that which is unspoken between us.

And how does this make progress to my research? Trust. That is what stands in my way currently, I am tainted, I am Sin’dori. And since the invasion we have split, the Sin’dori hate the Quel’dori for their “cowardice” and the Quel’dori hate what the Sin’dori have become.

[Visca]

At long last the Argent Dawn has returned my request to reenlist in their ranks. I had requested weeks ago, it is as if they do not know what Shatterath City is. Which, in retrospect… I suppose it is possible. They are a very busy organization; Perhaps I can get further information from them, a new lead… I had tried previously, but it is possible that something I missed will be revealed. That is my hope.

Realistically? I do not believe such evidence will be told, my only lead is one of war. Ironic, is it not? To prove myself to the Light, my Order and I shall have to fight for it... But that is all I shall say for now. If such does not exist, at least I have kept the Scourge from another assault on Quel’thas... and that upon itself makes this attempt worth it. Every one of these Scourge that I have slain, is another soul laid to rest from the confounds of their prison of undeath. Every soul laid to rest cannot be forced under the will of the Lich King to destroy those that are of the living, weather that be figuratively or literal.

[Visca]

This page will be more personal than the others before. I was a Blood Knight; during this time I had… shall we say, different? Ways of dealing with the problems of my own. Dealing with the loss of my beloved family, the fluke that made me cheat death, becoming the only legacy of the Viscas. I followed orders yes, but on my off time I did drink, and I had an infatuation for Kal’dorei women.

And the day of the Winter’s Veil Feast, it caught up to me. My Aeritha has found out about that old attraction, and the one time it became more... This was far before I had even met her, but still she is angered. She insists on calling them “Lowborne” from the old times… but much has changed, has it not? I do not take pride in that action, but it was at least an elf… she claims it have been better with a Dwarf or a Gnome. As I had written, I do not take pride in this mistake… At least she discovered this now. Not at a later date… But I must find a way to show her that it was in the past, I only have eyes for her now.

And I think I may know how to do just that…

[Visca]

I am worried. I cannot find my beloved, and I am worried.

I feel the need to make things right. I have an evening planned, but if I cannot find her… then what am I to do? I spent most of the Winter’s Veil season and celebrated the dawn of this new year alone, and why? Because of a mistake. Yes, I admit that the night with the Kal’dorei was a mistake. What else would it be? I did not love the girl, but I gave in to her seductions… I have begun the journey back to the path of righteousness, but that does not excuse my past actions.


**From here the page stops abruptly, as if the writer had wished to contiune... but could not for some reason.**

((Page was ICly written during this: http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?p=137704#post137704))

[Visca]

The calm has come and it ended at our meeting. I have said the Storm is coming, and now they have made it true. Our hand has been forced.

The war has hit home. The Order is on the move.

“The time for mere preaching is over. The time to act is now”

--There would small charts of Silvermoon, and figures all over the bottom half of the page. It seemed Draco had been busy planning what would be the first strike for the Order on the corruption of Silvermoon.--

[Visca]

Dear Reader, whom ever you be…

I do apologize for the gap in dates. As you will have seen on the previous page, I have been exceedingly busy with something I am sure you will have heard of. The first battle of the Rebellion, the bloody escape of Sir Leoren Evershine.

Here enclosed will be my notes to this event. Something, if this does happen to become historical text, that I am sure you are interested in:



The Order of Eversong got involved for many reasons, it is true that Leoren and I are friends… but it goes far deeper than friendship. This event had a lot of political connotation as well. This event reeked of conspiracy. Such is an attraction to a Rebellion. If we are able to exploit such, then we must… To show the corruption of a government gains sympathizers to the cause. Then there is the moral aspect... Not only was Sir Evershine an icon, he was an innocent man. To let him die after his name be slandered on false charges was something I could not allow.

In war there are casualties, that is a fact. And a Rebellion is a war. We have tried to minimize casualties, as we are fewer than we were previous… This battle was bloodier than I had expected. I do apologize to those who read this and lost someone due to the event. I sincerely wish such could be avoided… But, I do pray their lives will not be lost in vain. I am trying to bring our people Salvation, lead them off the path that we have lost ourselves upon. I do this for our people, not personal gain. I sacrificed my family’s name for this; I lost everything to lead a rebellion against our oppressive government.

As for tactics, they had planned this as an ambush. We had not known until it was too late, nor did it matter. We had to fight this war. Leoren was the spark to the flames of war, one which had been fueled exponentially previous. I did learn something interesting; the Arcane Golems can be controlled by a master of Arcane. Though this does take much concentration, energy and effort… we can use this to our advantage.

One Orc sacrificed himself for our Cause may he rest in peace. Light Bless his Soul. Depending on what happens, I may continue my notes… Or may not. All depends on time. For now, I must rest before Lady Sunfeather removes more of these arcane shards from the right side of my face as well as treat the shoulder wound once again. Sacrifices are being made by all, I assure you. And they will not be in Vain.

[Visca]

Lady Sunfeather has informed me that she is pregnant. I am happy for her and the Captain… This does complicate things, any thoughts of bringing her to the Warzones is completely out of the question. And when it is time for delivery? She will need her rest; we need another major medic…

I shall have to ask Cerryan.


That was not the only event of the day, the Blood Knight Initiate Aetheril, aperantly he has gone up in rank, came around. For what reason, I do not know… but he found something he had not expected. I now hide under the name Foreman Raphael Sunblade to him. It worked, and I tried to pry information out of the elf as well as steer him away from this area… hoping to save Leoren trouble.

Mentioning Leoren, I have seen him again. Finally. Where ever Diomades had taken him without my knowledge, it worked to recover his memory. They merely needed to ask, and I would have joined. Shame, they have yet to place trust in the Order and I. It is good that he is back, and seems to have some knowledge that I need…

There are shadows in the corruption of our people. This war now has another layer of complexity. Another reason I must retrieve my fiancée from that city….

[Visca]

I have fled into the night form my Order.
For now.

Aeritha, my love, I come for you… garbed in all red and black, face hidden from the public eye. I shall have to take upon a new name for this, what I pray is a short period, time. I shall go under the name of Alexander Sunspire.

I have made contact with a friend and ally, Lady Rosalynd Du Coudray. She has agreed to help me in my objectives and keeping my image believable.



Objectives thus far:
-Find Adept Aetheril, attempt to sway him. He is not a bad man, he just needs proper guidance.
-Retrieve my Fiancée from Silvermoon and bring her with me back to The Sunsail.