Karimetra Journal Entry #18

Journal Entry #18

I left Ironforge for the Badlands.  That doesn’t sound like a good place to visit but I had heard that they needed help out there.  I did a few odd jobs for some goblins at Fuselight when I was told that a goblin named Rhea had heard of my work and asked if I would go out and give her a hand.

I found her in an area with numerous wild black dragons and scalding whelps.  Rhea asked me to gather a sampling of eggs and whelp corpses for study. It took me some time but I retrieved the items with only some of my hair singed at the ends – guess I won’t need to get a haircut the next time I’m in town.  While I was trying to figure out what Rhea was going to do with the corpses and eggs she revealed a captured black dragon that had previously been hidden by magicks.  She asked me to retrieve 3 eggs from this laying mother and I had to beat her into submission in order to get the eggs.  I felt really bad about it but she did manage to get in a good swipe that found an opening in my armor and I will probably have yet another scar to show for it.  Once I gave Rhea the eggs she had yet another surprise in store for me.  Deciding that I was trustworthy she revealed to me that she was a red dragon trying to figure out a way to cleanse the taint from the black dragon flight and return them to how they were.  She asked me to take her research to a gnome, Dr. Hieronymus Blam, at Agmond’s End.  I did as she asked and he told me that it would take him some time to get results from the research and he suggested I should go find something to do until then.

I returned to him in a couple of days and he had made some discoveries about the egg but didn’t see fit to let me in on this theories.  He asked me to take the egg to Rhea who was currently at an Alliance camp called Dragon’s Mouth.  I carefully wrapped the egg up and took the scroll with his findings and set out for this camp.  It took me about a day and a half to find this camp – he could have given me better directions. 
Rhea was excited to receive the egg and Dr. Blam’s findings but apparently had some loose ends to tie up.  It seemed that the brood mother that I took the egg from, Nyxondra, had escaped her confinement and had sounded the alarm to the black dragonflight and they were all looking for that egg.  Of course she wanted to me deal with this “little” problem.  She did have help for me so I guess I can’t complain too much.  She directed to me to a dwarf named Eric and his two brothers, Baelog and Olaf.  They were competent fighters.  Our assignment was to hunt down Kalaran, an ancient and powerful black dragon, who was leading the hunt for the egg; we were to also remove the black dragonflight’s leaders, General Jirakka and Moldarr who had taken over a large part of the Horde settlement of New Kargath.  We managed to accomplish all this with minimal damage to our little party.

Our final task was to put Nyxondra, who was now insane with fury, out of her misery.  We hated to do it but she was a danger to everyone in the area so we lured her out and slew her.  She put up a good fight laying one of the dwarves low, he lives but I barely made it to him in time to save him.  Our small band limped back to Dragon’s Mouth to lick our wounds but Rhea had left me a message to seek her out on a small plateau north of New Kargath.  Since the majority of the black dragonflight had been removed from the Badlands over the last couple of days, it was safe to move the egg again.

She had me wait while she went into a cave to retrieve the egg.  She had been gone only moments when  Deathwing appeared at the mouth of the cave.  I was scared witless and pretty much just froze in place where I stood in a small copse of weeds and cacti.  As I watched in horror, he torched the interior of the cave and then took off without so much as a glance in my direction.  This one time I was so very grateful to be considered too insignificant to be noticed.  When the flames died down I made my way to the mouth of the cave hoping beyond hope that the red dragon had been able to survive the destruction but no, there was only ash left of her and the egg.  After all that work and the lives we had to take to protect the egg, to have it all destroyed in an instance by Deathwing was a great blow.  I found a scroll tucked in an urn that had somehow only been singed.  It was a note from Rhea saying that if I found this note that meant that she and the egg were destroyed by Deathwing.  She wrote that was the plan to begin with because the egg that was destroyed was not the egg he sought but her own egg.  The black dragonflight egg had already been moved and was safe.  I began to weep for her sacrifice and then I heard a noise from behind me.  I whirled around expecting Deathwing to be there to finish me off but instead I saw Dr. Blam.  He told me that he was the one who Rhea had entrusted to remove the purified egg to safety and that Rhea had left her last egg with him to give to me knowing I would take care of it. 

As he handed the precious bundle to me, my knees gave way and more tears flowed down my face.  This is the greatest gift I have received and I will treasure it always and protect the little dragon with my life.  I have returned to Ironforge with the egg to recuperate and find an expert on dragons to find out what I need to do to take care of the egg until it hatches and then how do I take care of a baby dragon!

Kari

Karimeter Journal Entry #17

Journal Entry #17

I am done in the Eastern Plaguelands having done all I can to help the cause.  The two paladin traveling companions of Fiona, Gidwin Goldbrains and Tarenar Sunstrike, have had their dream fulfilled and became full-fledged members of the Argent Crusade.  They are good guys and deserve it.  The fulfillment of that dream wasn’t without its own trials and tribulations.

When we reached Light’s Hope Chapel we were given a task by Lord Maxwel Tyrosus to enter a crypt and face the spirit of Lord Raymond George.  This was easily accomplished as I said those two are excellent paladins.  With the task completed they were granted entry into the Argent Crusade.  Unfortunately, Gidwin isn’t a very patient dwarf and he got tired of waiting around for Tarenar to head out and start battling the Scourge and left on his own.  He never arrived at the Northpass Tower and Tarenar was very upset and set out to find his friend. 

When I met up with Tarenar later he had still not found any trace of Gidwin.  I promised to keep an eye for the dwarf or clues as to what might have happened to him.  While cleaning out some Scourge from town of Northdale I came across a prayer book.  It didn’t look like it had been there too long and upon further inspection I found out it belonged to Gidwin and I took it back to Tarenar.  Tarenar immediately headed out to Plaguewood believing that would be where his friend would have been taken.  I had a few tasks to finish up and followed him after a couple of days.

When I met back up with Tarenar he had still found no trace of Gidwin and was becoming increasingly upset.  It didn’t help any when Fiona and Argus Highbeacon mentioned that turning a skilled paladin like Gidwin into a Death Knight would be a huge coupe for the Scourge.   While I was looking around Plaguewood for clues I came across a ziggurat and went to investigate it in case the dwarf was being held in it.  Instead I came face to face with a Death Knight.  He used some power to grip me and pull me to him, which was a mistake because I’m very adept at close quarter fighting.  It was a fierce fight but I emerged victorious and upon searching his corpse, I found a missive with information of a blood ritual to be carried out Baroness Anastari that very day in a place called the slaughterhouse.

I quickly returned to Tarenar and the others to show them my discovery and we immediately made our way to this slaughterhouse all the while praying we were in time to stop the ritual and save our friend.  We burst through the entryway to find Gidwin chained to an altar and the Baroness Anastari standing over him about to begin the ritual.  She actually had the nerve to laugh at us and comment that we were not enough to stop her.  That laugh died on her lips as we returned her to the afterlife from whence she had come.

So, the two friends are re-united and are doing well in the Argent Crusade with Fiona trying to keep them out of trouble (I do not envy her that task!).  I took my leave and plan on spending about a week in Ironforge resting up and getting my armor repaired and see if I can’t find some better pieces for the more worn ones and if I happen to wander into a bar or two for a little nip well, I would say it was well earned.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entery #16

Journal Entry #16

Upon leaving Stormwind, I headed up to the Eastern Plaguelands.  I have been loathe to enter this territory as it was were Katrii fell to The Lone Hunter.  This land is depressing and the Scourge still reside here.  The Argent Crusade is trying to drive them out but doesn’t seem to be having a whole lot of luck.

I found the spirit of the little girl, Pamela Redpath, and she asked to find her dolly and she asked me to retrieve her father’s sword from this Lone Hunter.  I had heard that a warrior had taken down the Lone Hunter but obviously this creature cannot be truly killed and is only banished temporarily from this world.  I retried the dolly and went to look at the Lone Hunter.  I could not bring myself to face him in battle.  I stood there and stared and lost my nerve.   I’m sorry, Katrii.  The fact that this things was able to bring down such an experienced fighter makes me afraid that I am not up to the task.  I left him where he stood and did not look back.

I have been traveling with a caravan owned by Fiona, a worgen, and her two paladin wannabe companions.  These two, a dwarf and a blood elf, are skilled but have not been inducted in to the order yet.  I was very leery of the blood elf at first.  I am learning that I cannot hold individual people to task for what an entire race has done.  Even though the blood elves have attacked my people and was the cause of the crash of the Exodar and a group of them are still after our blood on Bloodmyst Isle, it is not the fault of the individual blood elf I run across in Azeroth.  I am trying to remember to judge each individual I meet on their own merits.  For now I am enjoying the company of these two trainees and they have helped me with a few tasks.  In a few days I will be at Light’s Hope Chapel and they will hopefully have some tasks that I can help them with.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #15

Journal Entry #15

Meditation and beating the crap out of training dummies are very therapeutic.  Instead of mourning the passing of those adventurers, I plan on honoring their lives by following in their footsteps.

Several days after coming to this epiphany, I found myself on a barge in a place called Thousand Needles.  Apparently when the cataclysm hit, the waves were so immense that it flooded this arid land and everything is under water except for these huge mesas which dot the waterscape.  The barge is being shared by gnomes and goblins.  These two diminutive races are similar in a lot of ways – they both kind of scare me with their tinkering with things that would probably be best left alone.  I had to help protect the barge from pirates – I’m getting really tired of dealing with pirates, by the way.  I also “helped” with negotiations of drilling rights – basically I provided the muscle to intimidate a bunch of centaurs.  I’m not really sure who the “good guys” were in this transaction; it didn’t feel like it was our side.  Fortunately all this business didn’t take too long and I was able to leave the area within a couple of weeks.

Let me tell you, the water is not good for plate armor.  When I got back to Stormwind, it cost me a pretty sum to get it re-conditioned so it wouldn’t rust and to get the dents knocked out of it.  I am also having my sword honed and my shield adjusted.  I have to take care of the instruments that protect me.  The armor smith said he would have it ready for me by the end of the week.  It can’t be done any too soon for me.

Kari

Karimeter Journal Entry #14

Journal Entry #14

I made my way to Theramore on the east coast of Kalimdor.  There is a nice breeze off the ocean and they have decent seafood here.  I was at the inn having dinner when I heard several patrons speaking of news of some recent deaths.  As I listened to the conversations my appetite died and the food in my mouth turned to ash.  Some of the names mentioned were people I had met or run into on my travels or I had heard rumors of. 

These were great adventurers and they died helping the world in some way.  I feel each loss acutely.  This just reminds me how frail and fleeting life is.  I am feeling melancholy and believe I will just spend some time here and see if the sea air will help my mood.  If it doesn’t, I’m sure those training dummies will help me work out my feelings.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #13

Journal Entry #13

I rejoice!  I am leaving Feralas!  I have had enough of this place and the bad tempered worgen working for the Alliance in this part of the continent.   I realize they are probably hot and miserable with all at that fur in this jungle but they could at least take a civil tone with those who are helping them.  I was about ready to skin them if I was told one more time “Don’t waste my time” or “Out with it!” when I returned with my reports.  I have dealt with worgen before but none so rude and ill-tempered as these wenches.

I did manage to help Shandris Feathermoon stop the Twilight Hammer from recruiting the local ogres by interrupting a Cho’gall’s sermon in Dire Maul.  After we took out his lieutenants, the coward teleported out of there!

I am off to find a place with a cooler clime to regain my sanity and spirit.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #12

Journal Entry #12

I am in Feralas.  The problems here are mild compared to other areas I have been in.  I stopped by Feathermoon Stronghold and was asked to help route the naga who had taken over the Ruins of Feathermoon.  When I arrived at the ruins to offer my assistance, I was greeted with a gruff and hateful worgen and I was more than happy to get my task completed and return to the main land.

I then went to the Tower of Estulan and was given assignments by yet another gruff and hateful worgen.  She asked me to take care of some gnolls and ogres and I swear that she just gave me the assignments to get rid of me.  In the camp I met a Vestia Moonspear who asked me to keep an eye for a missing student who had gone out on his own looking for the Darkmist Ruins.  I assured her that I would do so and went about getting my task completed for the worgen.

The jungle is hot and humid away from the coastline and it’s sea breeze that I enjoyed at Feathermoon Stronghold.  My armor is chaffing me in places I cannot speak of in polite company and I swear all the bugs in the area have decided that I am a very tasty buffet!  I can’t wait to get out of this place!

While dealing with the ogres, I did come across the Darkmist Ruins and went in there looking for the missing apprentice.  I could sense the presences of lost souls and it chilled me to the bone.  Was I actually complaining about the heat earlier?  In a building I found the body of the apprentice and as I was examining the body, a spirit appeared to me asking me to release her from the chains that bound her to this place.  She asked for mounds of glowing soil and soul essences from the restless spirits in the area.  It took me some time to collect these items and when I presented them to her they did indeed seem to strengthen her.  She then told me that she and the other spirits were being kept there by a demon called Verinias.  She magically transformed the essences and returned it to me to summon this demon so that I might defeat him and set the spirits free.  Everything went just like I planned and I was able to defeat him with little trouble.  I then saw a ghostly vision of the spirit and a male elf.  The male was speaking to the spirit and I could barely hear what transpired but he told her that he loved her (from what he said, I was able to determine that the name of the spirit was Sensiria) but was leaving; that the Shen’dralar had gone too far with dealing with demons.  She laughed at him in such a way that sent a chill up my spine and then she used an arcane spell on him and turned him into the demon I had just slayed!  The scene faded and I returned to the ruined building and found her there laughing at me.  She told me that after having turned him, Verinias kept her trapped and refused to let her have the souls that would strengthen her and that the young apprentice was the first sustenance she had had in some time.  She then turned into a demoness and thanked me for freeing her and disappeared.  What have I done?  What have I loosed on the world?

When the demoness left, I found the missing amulet in an empty pedestal and grabbed it quickly as I beat  hasty retreat from those cursed ruins.  Vestia was saddened at the death of her missing student but appreciated the return of the amulet.  She didn’t know what to make of the demoness I had encountered though and could not shed any light on the events I described.

For now I will continue hunting down the ogres and maybe I will come across more information on this demoness while I am out there.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #11

Journal Entry #11

While in Booty Bay, I heard that the Alliance needed help in the Western Plaguelands.  After asking around, I found out that the Forsaken and the Alliance was having a pitched battle over Andorhal, a city in Western Plaguelands which was taken over by the Scourge forces.  Knowing that a paladin’s power is great against the undead, I felt I could be of a great benefit in the battle and caught a flight north.

I met up with Thassarian, a death knight in charge of the Alliance forces, and immediately set about to help route the Scourge from the city limits.  I found out that the Forsaken was attempting the same thing as we were.  I found it difficult to tell the difference between the Scourge and the Forsaken and the Forsaken didn’t make it any easier by trying to attack me as well.  I believe I brought down as many Forsaken soldiers as I did of the Scourge.  Once the Scourge was taken care the battle for the city started in earnest.  We were doing well and victory looked to be in our grasp until the Forsaken brought forth val’kyr to fight for them.  Even taking out one of the val’kyr commanders could not turn the tide back in our favor as we were fighting our own resurrected dead.  Thassarian called for a retreat and thus Andorhal fell to the control of the Forsaken.

While I was recovering from the battle, I received word that Highlord Tirion Fordring had heard about my efforts in Andoral and wished an audience with me.  I was completely speechless and, of course, immediately set out for Hearthglen to meet with this hero.  I was nervous when I was shown to his office but he quickly put me at ease.  He spoke of  hearing of my deeds and my reputation and wanted to give me words of encouragement and offered to let me train amongst his recruits.  I quickly accepted the offer and spent a month training there.  The things I learned were immeasurable and I am grateful for the opportunity that was afforded to me.

Since then I have returned to Kalimdor and have started exploring these lands.  I currently find myself in a jungle environment called Feralas.  I look forward to the challenges that will be coming my way in the weeks to come.  For now, the crackling sound of my fire is so soothing that I find I can barely keep my eyes open to finish this entry so I believe I will retire for the night on this note.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #9 and 10

Journal Entry #9

After spending several days in Stormwind I made my way south.  I was unable to stay there any longer as it’s just too busy for me – these people never seem to sleep!  Activity all day and night!  I finally found a quiet place to meditate in the cemetery behind the cathedral.

I came across a small camp at the border of Duskwood and Stranglethorn.  They needed some help with the Trolls in the area.  In the process of taking back some of the ruins that the Trolls had claimed as their own, I managed to pick up a small raptor.  The little thing took a liking to me and followed me around like a pet.  While dealing with the Trolls the little thing found a skull it wouldn’t put down and I had the gnome Osborn Obnoticus inspect it for me and he had to retrieve some fetishes and a body in order to bring the Troll that the skull belonged to back to the world of the living.  I was leery of doing this for the gnome but I honestly did not believe he would be successful but I was wrong!  We resurrected Bloodlord Mandokir and this ferocious troll wanted the raptor after threatening us.  I gave the raptor over with much misgivings and after Mandokir left, I lit into the gnome because he seemed to know who this troll was.  Osborn told me about how this Mandokir was thought to have perished in Zul’Gurub and if he has returned then others might have as well and I should go talk to Priestess Thaalia at Fort Livingston.

I headed out right then and found this Priestess and after bringing her feathers she enabled me to touch minds with the little raptor.  The raptor didn’t want to be where she was and I tried to help her escape but we were stopped near the end and the raptor was returned and I was forced out of her mind and sent reeling back to my own body.  This is not good as there are a lot of Trolls in Zul’Gurub.  I went looking for more information on what was happening.

I found a Troll in a dwarven camp and she after talking with her, she agreed to help me figure out what was going on.  She gave me some incense to use at a totem in order to spy on Zanzil, a troll she had heard was in the area and up to no good.  I was transported to the ruins of Aboraz and what I witnessed was that Zanzil was recruited to bring back some of the most powerful Trolls who had died in Zul’Gurub.  When I returned by Maywiki, she sent me back to the ruins of Aboraz to kill Zanzil but he had already gone through a portal to Zul’Gurub and Maywiki asked me to go through the portal after him and destroy Priestess Jeklik and Priest Venoxis’ bodies before Zanzil is able to summon their souls back.

After much soul searching on my part, I had to decline the mission because I really didn’t feel that my skills were up to this task.  When I told Maywiki that, she looked at me in such a way that I thought she could see right to my core.  She gave a nod and told me that it was a wise person who knew their abilities and limitations and that she would find someone else who was up the task to take care of it.  I took my leave feeling inadequate in my skills but honest enough with myself that I just wasn’t strong enough in the way of the Light to handle that kind of a task.  But I vowed to myself that one day I would be.

Kari

Journal Entry #10

After the fiasco with the Trolls, I had made my way further south to a town called Booty Bay.  This place is run by goblins and all they seem to care about is making money.  I swear that they would sell their own mother if the price was right.  I was asked by the town leader, a Baron Revilgaz, to help with some pirates that were in the area.   He asked that I retrieve some charts and orders that he had heard about.  He takes the protection of his town very seriously and seems to have an idea of everything that is going on with the town limits. 

I was able to retrieve what he needed and they hinted at a pirate attack on Booty Bay.  The Baron then asked me to become a spy and join up with the pirates.  I laughed at the idea but he just looked at me without cracking a smile and the laugh died on my lips.  I agreed to do it but I have no idea why as it was on my lips to decline.  After doing a task for the recruiter to prove my worth, I found myself on the deck of a ship (I am so glad that Captain Angelina and First Mate Wavesinger of The Bravery took time to teach me a little of the seas).  I just kept my head down and my mouth shut and did what was requested of me.  In no time at all it seemed that I had earned their trust and was promoted several times – I guess good help is hard to get – with the ship captains almost fighting over me.  It took me many weeks to get to that point and on my final promotion, I found some plans that the attack was imminent.  I managed to sabotage some of the supplies and weapons before I left to report my findings to the Baron.

The attack came a little sooner than was expected and it was mad chaos!  Fighting everywhere and the blood spilled made walking the pier a challenge.  When the fighting began to ebb and the majority of the pirates where dead, the Baron sent me to kill Fleet Master Firallon to end this once and for all.  As the Baron told me, the Fleet Master couldn’t be allowed to live and re-group to try this again.  It was a hard fought battle aboard that ship.  I found him below in his quarters and he immediately charged me.  I managed to parry the blows and then there was no more time to think but just do.  As I got in a sword thrust to his chest, there was an explosion which knocked me away and then blackness until I awoke in a bed in Booty Bay and the battle was over.

We won the battle with few losses on our side but I am sore and still bruised.  The healer did a wonderful job and I am back on my feet but moving a little tenderly.  I think I will rest here for a week or so before moving on.  The Eastern Kingdoms is vast and I want to explore these lands.  The different races I meet fascinate me to no end and I still have a lot to learn in the ways of the Light and something is telling me that lessons are to be life lessons.  Right now, there is a bottle of cherry grog with my name on it I need to attend to.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #8

Journal Entry #8

Once I finished my training with Rukua and Arrask, I took my leave of Kalimdor.  I managed to book passage on The Bravery, a ship captained by a human by the name of Angelina Soluna.  This was my first long sea voyage and I was a little leery of it.  The captain and her first mate, Wavesinger , taught me many things about sailing.  We had calm seas for which I was thankful because I did feel a little nauseous at first and I think rough seas might have done me in.  We arrived safely at the harbor in Stormwind, the capital city of the Eastern Kingdoms. 

The harbor was pretty quiet and I was not prepared for the bustling life in the city limits.  People everywhere – all types of people – I think all the Alliance races were represented though the humans were the majority.   The noise and movement is a little much for me after the serenity of the Exodar and the wilds I have been spending my time.

As suggested by Rukua, I checked in with Lord Grayson Shadowbreaker, the commanding officer of the Knights of the Silver Hand in Stormwind.  He graciously greeted me and offered me lodgings but I did not wish to intrude on them and asked for a recommendation of an inn.  He offered me his assistance and gave me a brief debriefing of what was going on in the area which I greatly appreciated.

I have currently taken a room at The Gilded Rose and plan on having a light meal and then some sleep.  I believe I will take a few days to tour the city and get a feel for these lands before I make my decision on where to go.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #7

Journal Entry #7

I have left Astranaar to return to Darnassas for some training.  I had met some paladins from Exodar who were stationed there and had offered me their services in furthering my learning in the way of the Light.  I had initially turned them down as I had barely begun my travels but now I believe I will gratefully accept their offer of assistance for I have found that I still have much to learn and I don’t believe I can learn all I need to know on my own.

My stay in Ashenvale allowed me to see a bit of the horde’s intent.  They have pretty much invaded Ashenvale and the destruction in their wake is enough to make one weep.  Forests are being clear cut and races killed or enslaved in order to take over more territory.  I was able to free the minds of controlled Furbolgs so that might rise up against their oppressors.  In the same camp I freed some captured gnomes and was able to bring back information about a huge bomb the horde had created for sinister plans in Stonetalon.  When I reported that information I was told that they had agents in Stonetalon who would handle it and I shouldn’t get more involved.

This freed me up to deal with some demons, remnants from the Legion, I had heard about in the area.  I had hoped to never see these creatures ever again after escaping from Draenor those many years ago but , alas, it is not to be so.  I did wipe out many nests of these things and I ran into other adventurers who were doing their part as well and feel that we got all, if not the huge majority, of them.   I left this area feeling that the inhabitants are now safe from them.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #5 and #6

Journal Entry #5

I have been very busy these past few weeks; these elves are working me to death!   This suits me fine as then I don’t dwell on my sorrow. 

 I spent several days helping clear out the Horde presence north of Lor’danel.  In the process I managed to secure the release of several imprisoned Sentinels and rid Azeroth of the monster who tortured and killed so many others.  Then without so much as a pause I was asked to head to a small night elf campground which I could reach by going south toward Ashenvale .

I found the elves who were trying to cleanse the local wildlife of some kind of taint which come to find out came from the meddling’s of a cult called the Twilight Hammer.   They were actually digging up the remains of supposedly an old god of all things!  The energies they had disrupted affected the wildlife.  In the process of investigating this group and their activities, I came across some Dwarven prospectors.  This is my first time dealing with Dwarfs and they are a strange race if these three are any indication of the rest of their peoples.  Their excavation site had been taken over by murlocs looking for a home and I can’t believe I actually helped to build those creatures a new habitat, but I did.

I am making my way to Astranaar in the hopes to gain a couple of days of rest and meditation to recover my strength.

Kari

Journal Entry #6

I overheard some Sentinels here in Astranaar mention Katrii’s name so I, of course, strained to hear the conversation.  Katrii seems to have made a favorable impression on those she came into contact with.  They spoke of a warrior who avenged her death by completing the task that had brought about her death.   The spirit beast known as The Lone Hunter had been destroyed and the spirit of the little human girl which Katrii was trying to help ease into the next world has been released.

It was like a weight had been lifted from my own soul.  My sister had been avenged by a friend she had made along the way and she could now rest at ease with her task completed for her.  May the Light keep and protect that warrior who avenged Katrii for me.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #4

Karimetra Journal Entry #4
The Priestess Tyrande was most gracious to me.  There is a serenity surrounding her which soothes the soul when in her presence.  It was most a welcome feeling.   She suggested I take a hyppogryph flight to Lor’danel and offer my aide to the Sentinels there in their rescue attempts.

I grabbed a quick bite to eat and toured Darnassus, which is awe inspiring when you take into account the sheer size of it and the number of residents, all the while the blacksmith made some minor repairs to my armor.  I made sure to purchase some supplies not knowing exactly what I would find upon my arrival to that distant shore.

The night elves have done well in Lor’danel in regards to getting some buildings up for shelter and looking for survivors.  There is death on the air here and I helped with looking for victims along the shore and somewhat inland.  I did find some survivors and tried to share my strength with them using the Light but my training in that aspect is lacking.   I did manage to ease their pain some until Sentinels arrived to take them back to Lor’danel.  The dead’s positions were marked for retrieval and burial. 

The devastation here reminds me of the Exodar when we first crashed on Azuremyst.  The dead are beyond their suffering; may the Light ease the pain of those still living.  Tomorrow I go hunting as we need  sustenance here.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #1 through #3

Karimetra Journal Entry #1

I lost someone who was like a sister to me.  My commanding officer, Kormar, told me today that they had received word of her death and her personal effects yesterday.   She had a weak moment and instead of turning to me for help, she left on her own and tried to work it out herself.  She perished in trying to help put a lost spirit at ease and help with the transition from this world to the next.  May the Light keep Katrii, my sister in all but blood.

I have asked permission to put aside my training for The Hand of Argus.  My heart is just not in it any longer.  Something drew Katrii to leave Exodar and her duties to find redemption in the world beyond our borders.  I want to find what that something was.  I was told a decision would be made within a few days and until then I continue my training in the ways of the Light.

Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #2

It’s been four days and still no word on request.  I am becoming antsy and am having trouble keeping my mind on task.  Thinning the herds of stags and the clearing out the rabid sabers is unfulfilling and seems meaningless to me.  Even making my patrols takes a huge amount of effort for me right now. 
Kari

Karimetra Journal Entry #3

Finally!  I have received the Triumverate’s permission to suspend my training and seek my own path to the Light.  They are requiring me to seek out the Night Elf Priestess Tyrande to offer my aide to them in the wake of the devastation committed by Deathwing.  I leave for Darnassus within the hour.

Kari

Katrii

Katrii passed away today at level 44 in the Eastern Plaguelands trying to help ease the spirit of Pamela Redpath by retrieving her father's  hunting sword from The Lone Hunter.

She passed the torch to her best friend, Karimetra, who was like a a sister to her.  I will now continue with Kari and may Katrii rest in peace in the embrace of the Light.

Ironman Challenge, Part III

This is turning into a fiasco.  The website they created to track everyone has managed to crash the WoW Armory so nothing is being updated.  A lot of valid characters have been marked as "dead" and moved to the "Honored Dead" page - mine included despite I haven't died or done anything else to break a rule.  The only thing they can complain about is that I made my own level 1 guild for this event on that server but when I looked at the source code the guy used, it doesn't specify a guild only a guild level which means I should be fine on that point.  If they disqualify me for that, fine but I'll keep playing her until she reaches 85 or dies as that would be their rule to use their guild but I'll do it my way so long as it's a level 1 guild.  With just me in it then it will not hit level 2 for years.   lol

Anyway, I'm not going to let that deter me.  I managed to reach level 32 with Katrii and am currently questing in STV.  Only need to kill Bangledesh to finish the Nesingwary chain and I have some quests to finish in the Rebel camp as well as Nesingwary's camp then I can move further into STV.

Katrii got some new armor including a shield and sword.  She also has [Seal of Insight] now and that heals her and replenishes mana which is helping tremendously right now.  If I keep on going slow and carefully I should be fine.  My next armor upgrade from the vendor isn't until 45.

I've always played by character carefully because I don't like dying but now I'm more aware of what's going on around me.  I have slipped several times and have gotten lucky and not died - thank the Gods for those healing spells and especially [Lay on Hands].  I've also got a shield spell that reduces damage by 20% for something like 20 seconds.  That has helped when I've gone after some higher mobs.

Well, that's all until later.  Merry Meet!

Ironman Challenge, Part II

This is definitely  an experience.  It got publicity by being noticed by a blue and she blogged about it on the front page of World of Warcraft's front page.  This is both a blessing and a curse.  The blessing is that it has been officially ackowledged by Blizzard and the curse is the publicity itself.  So many people have seen it and are rolling characters.  This is great but the mix of a lot of different personalities are sort of spoiling it for me.

When it was officially acknoweledged on the blog the people wanting to grab credit for the idea came crawling out of the woodwork.  You know the type, "oh, I posted this idea first so I should get credit for all this.", "oh, I did this first, I should get credit for the idea.", etc.  They want to take credit for the idea but they have done nothing to get this off the ground and get it started.  Others have done that and they haven't recieved the recognition due them for it.

 Then the naysayers showed up in the thread.  They are the ones who say "this is easy, you should do _______, it's hard.", or "I leveled to 85 with permadeath but didn't allow quests, professions, etc. (pick your choice(s)) and I was the first to do it.".  They are the holier than thou type.  One of them, Neverdied, made my ignore list on the forums.  She is comparing what she did to what we are trying to do.  She actually just grinded to 85 and used gear with stats and talent points.  I'm sorry, that's easy compared to leveling with no talents, white/gray gear only and no professions excpet first aid.  She's comparing apples to oranges.  I will say it is an accomplishment to get to 85 without any deaths but that's all.  I had started a warlock to do that - level without doing any quests, just grinding mobs.  It was boring and tedious.  I messed up at level 21 by picking up her Christmas presents not realizing they were considered quests so I deleted her as when that one quest showed up on her armory it was a failure.

Then there are the trolls/people on the forums that are casting aspersions on players.  Like one of them died at 41 and she made a point to tell everyone in chat, guild chat and on the forums.  Someone then posted that she had died and was disqualified and we were like, so what, she told us several pages ago that the character had died.  There were several posts like that.  Not to mention the chatter in guild chat.  Characters rolled and deleted in no time at all.  It's like they aren't even trying hard to stay alive as they are dying without even making it to level 10.

Now, all these things really don't affect me on one level but on another level it is affecting morale of some people.  They've noticed (and so have I) that the atmosphere seems to have changed.  It feels like when my first guild merged with another and how the personality of the newly merged guilds changed and didn't feel the same.  It's hard to pinpoint but it's changed and not for the better.

This challenge isn't a race or competition but a way to challenge oneself to see if it can be done.  A lot of people have been asking what you get for doing it and are already talking that "Blizzard should do this or Blizzard should do that for us."  Why should Blizzard do anything for us?  We are playing a game and have set limitations to test ourselves and the satisfaction of being able to do it should be enough.  Why do we have to have official recognition from Blizzard and some achievement?  Isn't it enough that one is able to do it and feel satisfied in their accomplishment without having the world recognize it?  The people who actually put this together and is doing all the work in keeping up with speadsheets and lists, making websites, etc. have to keep reminding people that this is not a contest and there is no "winner" and no "loser" as it's a personal competition.

Until later.  Merry Meet!

Ironman Challenge

I was reading on the WoW forums that a group of people were going to be leveling from 1 - 85 with certain rules in place - http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/3967848837.  The rules were going to make this leveling process very challenging and I decided to join in because I'm such an idiot.  I've rolled my character on Wyrmrest Accord and she is now level 10.  Her name is Katrii and she's a Draenei paladin.  I'm going to post her adventures here and it will be in a roleplay type of format - she's writing letters home to her sister.  If anyone is keeping up with this, I hope they enjoy it.

Until later.  Merry meet!