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A Blood Knights Tale

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Owner of this Booklet: Romelo Aven'dior

This book is neither for enjoyment or public awareness. This book is for memories, good and bad. For my mind doesn't hold these memories forever, and neither does time. If you wish to read the content of this journal be prepared for the very detail in which unfolds my life as a Knight.


I've intended to scribe a writ of mine from the past:

"Sounds of music blare through the air,

leaving us to dance and rejoice.

Laughter and joy

seemingly screaming from the lungs of the peoples voice.

Even children have developed a sense of security

and purity

as their parents drink ale and yell

unknown of their own obscurity.

The lights dim, the music stops to a halt

the brew drops to the cult

and the people that once enjoyed the void of life

now leave with dashes and bolts.

It leaves me to wonder

why some sunder and plunder

in there own sorrow,

not looking forward to tomorrow

so they don't borrow.

They steal and kill those who work hard for a bar of gold,

their stories untold.

Leaving the killers bold and not to insult."

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(( The participants who died in this photo were indeed killed by Amallah. I needed someone to do it >.> ))


I ventured in the training grounds today. As I made my way across the yard, I couldn't help but notice a young knight, an Adept, training with a superior. I'm assuming he was assigned specifically to the knight, or he felt the need to teach him. The determination in seen in the knights eyes as he fought against his trainer had never been seen in an Adept from my vision. They were.. How do I put it, weak. They lacked the power to become greater Paladins and they lacked the ability to lead. This Adept though, he seemed stronger than the others. or maybe it was my time of weakness that had led me to such conclusions.. My bandages, left torn and tattered, caught interest in the lads eye as he took rest on a tree stump. The blood-spilled stains from old wounds, the holes and tears from cuts and gashes, even the smell of death and.. wet dog, left him in awe. Maybe it had been the thought of knowing that I had survived so many battles and so many close calls, the thought that I had managed to grow in my ranks as a Champion. What makes me so different, I thought, sitting here in my study writing this entry. It is my history as a Blood Knight, my legacy. If even there was a legacy to remember. Such thoughts leave my mind weak. I must rest.

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There isn't much I have to say today. I joined a Warrior that I met in Durotar in a series of arena matches. We traveled from Orgrimmar's very own Ring of Valor to the Arena of Nagrand. We managed to defeat many other competitors though we fell short to victory in the last match. A strong combination of a Frost Mage and one of those damned Feral Druids managed to overcome whatever we threw at them.

Other than that spiteful loss, I decided to relax in my own quarters and drink the best brew in this lifetime, Sulfuron Slammers. I eventually passed out from the alcohol, and the occasional boredom and here I am, telling all of you who actually read this nonsense about my day. It is now evening and I must head out.. Word has been sent to me that a group of Horde soldiers plan to attack the Silverwing sentinels in Arathi Basin. I must accompany them and keep them alive. After all, I am one the best. At least my ego at the moment leaves me to think such a thought. Maybe it's the fifth of Silvermoon's finest Wine sitting next to me.. Who knows, I'm just rambling on about nons---

<The writing doesn't continue. Maybe he was bored or passed out once more. Who knows.>

(( I am quite tired myself after a day of busy busy busy things. This entry was just something to keep you reading, I will post more interesting entries tomorrow and future dates. Stay tuned! ))

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I've had no sight of this tattered booklet for some time now.. Much has happened since then, events have taken place that leave any soul.. Well.. great actually! My time as a battle medic has opened doors to new jobs and new titles. I've taken up the skill of retribution and have begun to harness a blade for myself. Though anti-social I've been, it has done much good for me. Sure, things do occur that single-handedly make me want to drop everything and die but hey! What is life about, ya' know? I believe the firewater has gotten to me a bit, and a few of my brain cells have been lost due to stress and other causes, but ehh.. I'm rambling. Tired of looking at this page. *The page seems to be half-torn down the seem, the job undone*

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It's been a while since I've been placed on a serious mission. No orders, no tasks, not even the small escort quests.. It seems work for me becomes dimmer and dimmer as time passes. Maybe the infirmary is where I belong, maybe I'm not ready to harness a blade into battle and fight for those who once stood behind me to fight... Training has been rigorous, considering I'm alone in the process. Memories of my former master still lingering on the thought of every technique I practice. The blade of the Sin'dorei begins to dull, it's shine fading and it's sharp edges turning to small ridges. The light once surrounding my soul begins to fade, maybe I'm losing my touch...

*A few lines seem to be scribbled through immensely down the page..*

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I witnessed a murder today.. I murdered today.. It wasn't a harsh death in my opinion, he asked for it.. Sad soul if you ask me, he hadn't a single strand of his soul left.

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Maybe I should turn away and disappear.. Noo, no I couldn't do that. What would my friends say, my family.. Wait, they died with me a long time ago. It's pointless, this book is pointless..

*A small sketch of the Blood Knight symbol was drawn at the bottom along with a small quote*

"Those who travel to the shadows seeking answers never return.. Those whose answers lead them to the shadows have a chance."

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I came in contact with someone today.. I ex-knight he claimed to be, though a name wasn't given. He swore upon the light that his words were true and that he was indeed greatly skilled in Retribution. Though his mobility and strength weren't as good as they once could have been, the old man did seem to know a little about the power given to those who master Retribution so maybe his methods were legit..

After an hour or two of his rambling, I decided to learn from him. If anything, I could forget his methods and return to beating the dummies in Orgrimmar around.

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Romelo.... a name I had recently used to hide myself from the world. A secret identity to mask my past, or at least I thought I was covering it. I could fool those around me, the ones I called family. My brothers, sisters, my mate.. they all were clueless of my living, breathing, walking spirit amongst them. But I couldn't fool myself any longer, I had to return..

It's been a while since I've visited Azeroth, let alone a 'normal' societal living. Wandering through its cities, I wondered if I'd even be recognized from my prolonged absence. My hair had grown once again, and my scars were the same, but the tattooes were new. Runes, paintings, kill markers and of course the symbol of the beloved Knights had covered my torso and arms, making it nearly impossible to see any scars given to me in my past. Though I couldn't hide one... THAT one. I can still feel the tip of her arrow screech down my neck, leaving nothing but the whitest of meat and a few pieces of flesh along with it. It burns from time to time, reminding of anything I had ever tried to bury deep within my mind, or anyone I tried to bury with me.

Tyr's Hand is a dust bowl. No one has given it a proper cleaning in who knows how long. I smiled at the sight of our banners; The once tightly weaved embersilk had been torn by mother nature herself, or bandits.. one of the two. It's colors faded and unrecognizable, leaving only the bold wolf himself alone in the center of the fabric. Amazing a sight seen, after all this time, he stands with a look of dare, reassurance and pride. I could feel his eyes burning straight through my pupils, as if he noticed me. I was no shaman, I couldn't interact with the spirits as I wished. But I did know of a place I could go to interact with any supernatural beings I could of believed in at the time.

The chapel stood strong; sure dust engulfed it's surroundings, but the inside clean as a whistle. The walls, a stainless white. The wooden floors, shined and coated as they were before I left it. The stain-glass windows, allowing sun to flow throughout the structure as strong as they always have. It all seemed... awkward. That the entire land was dirt infested, but left alone was the chapels I hold so sacred. The chapel where I spent the hours of my day; meditating during sunrise, praying before heading into battle, finishing business that I could no longer finish in the dreadfully noisy establishment of our quarters. Not to mention the times I would spend contemplating on the lives slain by my blade and the blade of my men. I couldn't understand why it was the way it was, or how.. but I didn't think on it too long, I knew my life with the light was in heavy need for reconstruction and I for one am not too keen on patience. Pandaria will call, but in the mean time I must find myself once again.

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I decided to enter her studies, Ada'maris that is. It seemed empty, as it should have but something sparked my interest upon entering the room. Every book was placed neatly on the shelves, which she never did. All but one organized, all but one closed spine out and upright so one could read its title. "Corruption of a magi" read the entry in this book. She must have started a journal of sorts before leaving for good. And she happened to leave before finishing it it seemed. My thoughts on Ada'maris weren't too clear or maybe I just didn't want to think hard enough to remember her. We did fight before I decided to run off and we weren't on friendly terms and that fight so I didn't expect her to be here when I returned... IF I did. Maybe she finally found a cure to her sickness and is off fighting for the Horde.. yeaa, right. If I only I could laugh at this point I would at that statement. She's probably consumed of the fel she was captured within and now feeds off the demons of Shadowmoon. Harsh that may be, but I'm not one for happiness and butter coated words. I've learned the truth is there in every situation and someone has to let it be known.

I took a few more looks of the place and locked the doors from the outside. No need to enter that room again until it's time to remove its items. After locking the doors, I decided to visit the one place I didn't want to from arriving to Tyr's Hand; my living quarters. The one place where if memory lurked, it was there my nightmares were waiting to haunt me as I entered it's atmosphere. As I walked up the stairway inside the keep, I felt a sense of joy suddenly. The same joy I felt right before the Fangs first official meeting, where Warlac had dueled the crazed shaman, Opalexian, for her entry into our ranks. It was also the same meeting where our snitch, Sikta, arrived, attempting to report our motives to the warchief himself. That was a night to remember, a joyful night to me. As I walked up the stairs I knew I was walking into a room full of their faces; Warlac, Ada'Maris, Opalexian, Sikta, Crowe.. the entire lot of them. But that wasn't the case, not at all. They weren't there when I turned the corner, just dust-filled chairs with cobwebs lying underneath them. Books filled with our old plans and our old recordings.. I walked up on a chest, small but sturdy enough to hold something precious to someone.. I knew it couldn't be what I thought it was. I opened it to find my own tabard, the tabard of the Fang. Tempted to try it on, I couldn't face myself to do so and returned it to the chest and closed the top, locking the bolt and leaving the room. I couldn't stay in there any longer if I wanted my sanity.

Tyr's Hand was definitely home, but its memories would eventually control my thought process and turn into a walking zombie.. Altherion filled with light, the best relation I have at this moment. No problems, he can't read or see this so I'm fine. I wonder how the old scourge monger is doing.. I seen him in Silvermoon weeks back. A lady friend accompanies him now, keeping him 'in check' as they called it. It's nice to see an old friend find love, or whatever relationship they hold. Ugraz was there as well, rambling on about the both of them (Alth and his spouse) being traitors to the Horde. Whatever that was about, I had no idea but I wasn't worried of it. What the fel am I even saying at this point.. the memories are already flooding my brain..

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I awoke this morning with the MOST horrific migrain.. one for the ages if you ask me. Maybe next time I won't spend all night downing the lasts of the firewater in the cellar. I don't know my plans for the day, maybe I'll head to Ashenvale and lessen our population of Kal'dorei. Yea... I think that's how I'll spend my day. I'll write again of my experiences once I reach the Horde outpost there. To Ashenvale, Anar,alah belore!

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I've made my way back to the outpost. I went a little far from my original mapping, but I needed to visit the whirlpool. On the way, I felt the need to deliver a package to the citizens of Astranaar. The Kal'dorei were very welcoming suprisingly. They offered me free food, drinks and even gifted me with my very own Hippogryph to replace Kui... well there is no replacing such a magnificent friend, but it was the least they could do.. or I could do, since I took the sweet thing along with food for her later. I searched for a bag within their basements and found one to place the parts in. On the way back I found a young Night Elf running from a moonkin. She eventually was accompanied by another Night Elf on a Nightsaber. Being the nice guy I am, I decided to remove the moonkin from their existence and remove them from mine.

I even hired a Goblin photographer to capture photos of a few events from today.

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Today was an interesting day, from waking up with a hangover to my expedition over the lands of Darkshore. Not much happened since my last entry so not much will be written. After I put this pen down, I'll be going to polish my gear, sharpen my blade and wash the stains from my tabard. After that, I'll probably lie down with a bottle of firewater, the usual drink of choice, and fall into another deep sleep awaking with yet another hangover. I need to find another hobby instead of drinking, but nothing seems to be as fun.. or fulfilling, a better word choice. One day I'll learn it does nothing but screw with my mind. Until then, drink away!

*Below the paragraph are small blotches of wet paper from where the firewater spilled in his over dramatic actions.*

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The wolves howl in unity tonight, as the Fang did when we used to carry out our missions. We traveled as a pack, fought as a family and survived as the last of a dying breed. Death was not a fear to us, for we had strength, quickness, intellect, stealth and faith.. I miss those days, I do. But I lost contact with the light, and that is the most important. I acted against that which I so heavily believed in. When I was granted the ability to harness those skills I vowed to never act against my own belief. I broke those vows, and I've always been a man of my word. But I won't again, I won't break the laws I set for myself. I won't break the very bond I built with the church. I fell to the depths of chaos, madness.. My actions were disorganized and messy. I was beginning to give in to the evil. But I won't fall to such darkness again, and I will start by learning from the Pandarens. From there, I will build my values, my beliefs. I will evaluate the pros and cons of war, because fighting isn't always the key. Enemies aren't always your enemies, and knowledge of that is what a true leader must take hold of.

Why do I fight? Not for myself, for those who risked and lost their lives under my command in the pointless battles I led them through. To protect the lost souls of war and time, to carry out the mission of those who believe in peace and tranquility amongst the races. By the light, I will regain glory for them and glory for my people. Paladins have lost sight on what being a true follower of the light is, I am here to teach them. I'm no longer a mercenary, I am a Paladin, a Lightbearer.

I don't know where such knowledge came from, but I will act on it. It must be a sign to me, a second chance. I won't fail again.

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My new look is remarkable, I must say. The gold-plated armor shines at lights peak and the blue gleams like the ocean blue, only to match perfectly with my vengeful blade. But this is no fall catalog, and not the reason I wrote today.

I still have yet to receive my call to Pandaria and it's beginning to bother me. Everyone is having there fair share of wisdom from the pandarens and the monks, while I sit here in Tyr's Hand writing in this damned journal about nothing worth interest to anyone but my own conscious. I'll give them two more days before I prepare to enter their lands myself, lone as always.

And where in the hell is Zuri, off running with them damned purple furbies by now I'd assume. Maybe I should track her down, if I even can.

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I have to say today was BORING. If it wasn't for the training area in Tyr's Hand I would have lost my mind today. Luckily for me, an old friend stopped by from word I had returned. He wished to return under my command, but I couldn't allow him to at this time. The Crimson Fang will soon be reestablished, but not until I am fully capable of being the greatest of leaders. If I can't carry my weight, what makes me think they can carry theirs. He went away soon after, but I told him when the time is right I will call for him. The Fang will rise once again.

Also, I will be posting a wanted poster for Zuri in the newspaper. Hopefully someone will have a location for her or something regarding her whereabouts, if SHE doesn't return to me herself. I don't want her dead, just found and brought to me.

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True espionage does include fraternizing with the enemy.. But what do you do when the spy becomes to comfortable with the enemy. Will they side with you or will they stand against at the time of war? A question I was forced to ask myself today. She's too close to them... I don't know if she's with me or hell, she could be back to fraternize with me. Tell them things I plan on doing in the future, my battle plans. But I can't hold her accountable fully, I did leave, leaving her to look to such treachery.... even if her sister returned and needed her, I can't let her become friends with those I despise so much. And her druid boyfriend.. Gadirn.. that name will linger until he's hurt or dead.. Threatening my lands, my people.. me. And then for her to leave with him! I won't hold back if she gets between me and him and for lights sake, he shouldn't return on a bad day..

I won't bring it to war, he was only protecting what he thought he needed. And he had the balls to threaten me, which I do hold respect to. But besides the fact, I won't hesitate to slay the kitten if he returns with such hatred.

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I still can't get over the fact that she even allowed him to follow her. A skilled huntress, spy or whatever she may call her profession these days, let an aged druid follow her into Eversong. She's not as skilled as she used to be, or maybe she means to be that way. A friend of my enemy is my enemy, I was taught. But she was my love, is.. Bah, a traitor is always a traitor. I wish no harm to her, or to her sister. But I hope she will forgive me if I choose to leave her be with the Dusk Watch. Her life is with her sister or she would not have made such a choice to even fraternize with them. To even hesitate on answering who she holds her allegiance with makes me mad, but I know it must be hard. To choose between the one you love or your family. But I hold no remorse for the enemy, and take it or leave it.. her sister fights alongside the enemy. I've no idea what I'm to do about it, but answers our found with time. So I will wait, I will continue my plans to rebuild the Crimson Fang, and I will worry with her when it's needed.

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Pandaria is truly magnificent.. never have I witnessed such a place filled with wisdom, knowledge and just the beauty of its lands. Arriving, I thought it was nothing more but a war ground, well with slaying all of the alliance at Thunder Hold. Fun, it was, but not what I came here for. Garrosh is here to paint the land red, I am here to learn from the Pandaren and the creatures of this land. Yu'lon told me upon arrival, when it is time to fight for all you love, seek the light and wonders of this world and fight. I am not defending what I or who I love, I am defending Garrosh's Horde. And I won't any longer. Enough of him though, more important matters are at hand. Loremaster Cho told me that he understands the struggle of my people, and the burdens we bare. Never has one told me they understand us, unless they were one of us. It's truly remarkable to have such a wisdom that knows all about us and is willing to view it on all aspects of the truth.

Today I shall travel to the Jade Temple once again, seeking any tasks from the Sages present. Afterwards, I will probably head back to Nazgrim... filthy orc. He is only following orders, scared of the consequences if he even thinks against the Warchief. Hopefully the pandaren fill his brain with the knowledge they have of mine. Until then, I will try to do it myself. I will write later journal, by the light, goodbye.

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A sudden melancholy mood overruns my body. I feel depressed, like all happiness was drained from my soul. I've been fine from the Jade Forest, to the Valley.. but these wilds of Krasarang, it depressing here! No light, or hope. I met a pandaren who was lying on the ground waiting to be taken by birds.. to die, and be eaten because he was also depressed.. What the hell is this place and what goes on here.

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I blacked out last night.. the Shado-Pan were there when I came to, but they didn't seem happy to see me. Word had it that I was sent into a rage last night and tried to destroy everything, evening attempting to kill their panthers.. I have no idea what in the hell is going on out here, but Loremaster Cho has asked for me maybe he knows what's wrong. I don't know if there's a consequence for what I did and what I tried to do, but hopefully the pandaren are forgiving and know that my actions last night were not done intentionally. These lands hold strange things.. things I can't explain. Until I know further, off to Cho.

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I've found the reasons to these occurrences! It is quite interesting, I must admit despite its negative influence on myself and others I've witnessed it happen to you. Apparently there are beings called "Sha" here on Pandaria, beings that hold power to certain negative emotions we all hold. Anger and Depressions are two of them, explaining my actions and feelings the last few days. Others include countless emotions from fear of death to fear of heights. It's quite remarkable there exists such beings of power, and it's interesting how they''re powerful enough to conquer even the most holy of people like myself. But, it explains my past experiences, seeing as to how it's what I've been fighting. I'm headed the Dreadwastes today, hopefully to finish up a few more tasks given to me before I head back to Azeroth. I hope to return to Pandaria, and to continue learning of the Pandarens history and culture.

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I've finally ended my tasks on this land. As interesting as they all turned out, I'm happy I'm done for now. I can sit back and relax now, drink my firewater and converse with the Pandaren. They're quite funny if you listen to them a while, it's amusing but nothing like those back on Azeroth. It's a different funny, but I enjoy it nonetheless. I didn't happen to see anyone I knew, sad but it is what it is as they say. I haven't spoken to Zuri, or Naoki since that encounter with her and her Dusk Watch friend.. I hope she's okay, and hasn't done anything stupid. We'll talk again soon I'm sure. Nothing s left unsaid when it comes to her, sooner or later she'll find me to speak on it. Or I'll find her...

Not much to write on at the moment, no thoughts or feelings feel strong enough to copy down on these papers. No events worth mentioning, at least to me they aren't. I'll write again when things begin to pick up and there's something interesting to write of.

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My days have been far too overwhelmed to write in this journal.. Between the constant tasks given to me by the Shado-Pan, the struggles of trying to reconstruct the Fang and my new found hobby of the Arena, it's hard to find time for relaxation and writing. Though tonight, I landed home early due to the tiresome response times of my brain. There's only so much I can take, and tonight I took it all. I lay here now, resting in bed with a Firebrew on ice and roasted bandicoon soup. I managed to snag a few up around the lands today and bring them home for dinner. Tomorrow I set out for more training with the monks, learning unarmed combat and how to relax when fighting. I do say, I get a little 'excited' when angry and my emotions compromise my ability to fight well. So I've been working on that mostly. Not much else going on besides that, so I'll write occasionally until I need to vent on paper.

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Dear book of secrets, and other nonsense I've filled my mind with. It's been a while dear book. A while since I've emptied my undesired knowledge into your pages, but the time has come for another entry. I ventured too far into the Jade Forest yesterday. All was well, all was quiet. The Jinyu hadn't show faces, and I made a great attempt not to show my own. Only, very hard for someone who steps as heavy as I do. I guess the quality of swiftness and agility belongs to those who specialize in it.

Anyways, I was making my way throughout the forest, doing much of nothing but walking, thinking and looking for trouble. Didn't think I'd find so much of it, but I did. I came upon a small river bed, small enough that I could jump right over its waters and remain dry. So, me being Kylok, decided I wanted to do things the difficult way and swing from the tree vine. Yea, great idea. It's fine though, because when I got up from the bed of the river there were enough Jinyu that I was dry and ready to do it again to the other side. If I could remember the actual headcount, I'd say at least five.. but I don't know for sure. They seemed to be accompanied by their leader, or someone of higher status than the rest, because he stepped forward first to question me I guess. He didn't have much time, soon after he stepped, I swung. My blade slashed across his chest, opening a wound but not enough to drop the poor soul. Or poor soul he was soon to be. Immediately after I met skin, I turned and hopped across the river, not knowing they would be beside me as soon as I jumped. Damn river creatures and there skills. After I landed, I went straight for the one on the left, hitting him below the nose but above the mouth, enough to stun him shortly. By that time I had taken a blow to the back of the head, falling but quickly catching balance and turning to face the quick 3 running to me. Channeling a small amount of holy energy, I shocked the middle Jinyu and swung my blade at the other two. By this time, they were reinforced with the others, and even I couldn't take on five with a blade.

Everything came to a small silence, me watching them, them watching me.. a took a step to the right, circling them, and they took a step to the left circling me. Around this time, my slow my mind remember that I still had my Hozen whistle from my work with the monkey people. I slowly slipped my hand to my chest, grabbing it and blowing before I charged in, going for the one closest to me. He jumped back, avoiding my blade so I elbowed the one to my left and swung again for him. This time, I connected with a large gash right across his neck, dropping him. My first kill, felt great but I forgot there were four more behind me. I quickly turned to catch glimpse of ones polearm coming straight towards my face. I ducked below, and through a kick towards his knee, dropping him down. As I came up another was coming down from the sky, ready to land on top of me. All of a sudden, he disappeared. It was a fast action really. Not expected, but my whistle had worked. Two Hozen happened to be in the area and found there way to me. With three against four, I had help so things went alot smoother. We finished them off, I healed wounds and we took the bodies back to my camp north of the forest. My battle worg had one spot left on his side for another ornament, so I decapitated the Jinyu that had smacked me to the ground earlier in the fight. I tied his skull to the side of my worg, and the three of us relaxed around the campfire, passing what seemed to be a Hozen pipe of some sort. They say two hits of that, and you'll be above the clouds, so I tried it.. wasn't too fun for me, so I'll stick to the alcohol for now. Soon after I sobered up, we said our goodbyes and I headed back to the base, over in the shrine.

Tonight I set sail for Azeroth, time to get back home and tend to things on MY side of the war. Tyr's Hand seems so lonely but I miss it and I shall return to it.

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Another entry, another issue. The horde is in dire need of soldiers. I've been quite busy with my own work, aside from training and deciding what's going on with the Fang. But I've found myself diving into the papers and the gossip heard on my errands. The Grim is falling it seems, not in terms of termination but in terms of defense. I've heard quite a bit from time to time, but i've also heard far from anything at all from their activity. It troubles me, but leaves me to wonder what happened to those I left here. Is Leyu'jin not around, or that blasted Orc, Ashenfury? I'm not one to question considering my absence wasn't even known. I'm suppose to be dead for all it matters, and here I am complaining.

Besides the point, Beckett and his 'Watch' are running wild through our bases and cities, egos growing by the minute while we do what? Attempt to fight back with two to three dedicated soldiers? Bullshit, if I may call it out. The Horde used to decapitate anyone who's mouth was even out of order from those slimy, Jinyu-loving snakes. It saddens me, but I can't do anything but rant. What am I to do, I have no one willing to back me up or follow me onto the battlefield. I could be one to take things into my own hands, but to fall in battle alone is just as well as jumping off a cliff into the very boulders of shame I dug myself when I left. There's a solution somewhere out there, and I'll find it. But as of now, Beckett can have his fun. I'll return and i'll take a few heads of his goons to decorate Koruk's newly smelted armor. Maybe even his, ha.

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