Kirith's 3rd Journal Entry

I am finally in Stormwind.  I didn’t think I was going to arrive here alive.  The Captain said it was really a pretty smooth trip, but I think he lied to me.  That was the worst two and half a weeks of my entire existence.  None of my mage training has ever been that bad.  With all of the herbs, potions and elixirs I have on me, none of them would help with sea sickness.  I now know why I am not a sailor.  I am very certain that the Captain and crew have had much amusement at my expense.  I had barely seen them or even talked to them as I spent the entire trip in my cabin being sick.  I am sure I look absolutely ghastly right now, but once I have rested and had a couple of meals (and keep those meals down) I should be okay.

I need to check in with the mage trainers here in Stormwind, but I am going to put that off for several days while I rest and get some weight back on my bones.  I am, however, going to check with the local alchemist and see if they have any suggestions for sea sickness.  That remedy is my first and only priority right now.  I do plan on going back to Darnassas someday and I don’t want a repeat of this trip.

The owner of the inn I am staying at is very nice and understanding about ordeal (even though she did give a little chuckle when I told about the trip).  I will write more later when I am feeling better and have actually done something of note while I am here.

Kirith

((Level 14))

Kirith's 2nd Journal Entry

I have been rather busy here in Dolanaar.  The Sentinels here have noticed Furbolg activity in the area.  There have been reports that they have actually attacked and destroyed Starbreeze Village.  As the Sentinels are short-handed at the moment, I was asked to scout around the Village for survivors, check on the Furbolg activity there and then report my findings.  

I made my way north and snuck around the Village being careful to avoid the roaming Furbolgs.  The devastation was massive.  There were bodies everywhere.  The villagers had made a good showing as there were many Furbolg bodies mixed in with the dead elves.  No one was spared.  I actually cried when I saw the small bodies.  I carefully checked all the dwellings. 

As I was leaving the upper level of one building, I heard a noise.  Upon investigation, I found a male night elf still alive.  He was near upon death.  I pulled out one of my healing potions and prayed to Elune that my skill in alchemy was enough to save him.  After giving him the draught, he revived enough to tell me that his name was Gaerolas Talvethren and he was the Great Warden to the Druids of the Talon.  The druids were currently hibernating at the Ban’ethil Barrow Den and he had been on his way to check on them when he was ambushed by the Furlbogs.  He made it to the Village in hopes of getting aid, but found they needed help as well.  He joined in the fight to no avail.  He mentioned that he had observed the chieftan of the Gnarlpine tribe, Ursol, using Fel Moss to drive his tribe members mad.  He charged me with returning to the Sentinels of Dolanaar with this information.  I wanted to bring him with me, but he said he would slow me down and that he would find a way to get out on his own. 

I left him there with a heavy heart and made my way back to Dolanaar.  On the way out of the village, I ran into some a few rogue Furlbogs and had to fight my way out of there.  I am glad to say that my training paid off for me that day.  The fight left me feeling drained and week, but I couldn’t rest and finally made my way back to Dolanaar and gave my report.  The Sentinels immediately went into action.  Messages were sent for reinforcements, a few Sentinels went to retrieve Gaerolas and others went to start thinning out the Furlbogs.  I should have felt bad for them, but I still saw the images of the dead in Starbreeze Village and felt no remorse for them.

I rested a few days at the inn when I found myself summoned before Syral Bladeleaf.  The Bladeleaf family is known for their potions and elixirs.  She had heard about my healing potion that helped save Gaerolas Talvethren and she asked if I could make her some as their stock was getting low.  She promised me a very fair price for whatever amount I could give her.  With that in mind, I went out to the forest in search of the herbs I needed.  It took me a couple of days to get a good supply of herbs and then several more days before I was able to finish brewing the potions.  Syral was very pleased with what I had for her and I now have enough money to book passage on a ship to Stormwind in the Eastern Kingdoms.

I have heard that Stormwind is the major hub for the Eastern Kingdoms and all the Alliance races gather there.  It seemed to me to be a great place to start my travels.  I leave in four days’ time.  Until then, I will enjoy the sites of Darnassus and prepare myself for my journey.

Kirith

((Level 11))

Kirith's 1st Journal Entry

I’m not really sure what to do with this book.  My mentor, Rhyanda, gave it to me.  She suggested I fill it up with my experiences on my travels and notes on spells and potions/elixirs that I concoct.  She said I would find it invaluable one of these days.  I’m not so sure about that, but I do trust and respect her so I will do it.

It’s funny how life turns out.  Your family and friends expect you to turn out one way, yet you find another path calling you and after hearing all your life to follow your dreams and calling, you follow that path and those family and friends who don’t like your choice turns on you.  I know I sound bitter, but it’s kind of hard not to be bitter when people you love and trust turn on you.

I guess I should start at the beginning.  All my life my family has expected me to go into the priesthood.  That’s all I’ve ever heard while growing up.  My interests have ever lain elsewhere.  I could never get enough information about the highborne and the magics they wielded.  I memorized all the stories and read all the tomes, parchments and everything else I could find about them.    Being a night elf, the highborne were looked down upon by my people now even though we are all part of the same race.  Just because some of the highborne turned out to be evil didn’t mean they all were.  My parents found out and let’s just say that what followed was not very pleasant.  They immediately sent me to the priestesses to start training.  I would skip out of lessons when I could and spend time with my thoughts in the woods.  Then one day, while trying out some simple spells I had come across in my readings, I felt eyes upon me.  I looked up to find this woman watching me.  I was afraid that she would tell on me, but she just stepped out and told me I would doing it wrong.  Then to my amazement, she showed me how the spell was to be done.

She told me she was a banished highborne (they now call themselves high elves), one of many who had made their home deep in the darkest part of the woods in order to avoid being persecuted by our people.  I begged her to take me on as an apprentice.  She at first refused, but after much pleading and persuading, she finally said yes.  I think she agreed simply to keep me from hurting myself if I kept experimenting with the arcane magics. 

I spent a lot of time away from the temple and it was noticed, but nothing was said or done about it.  There was much going on in the world and the priestesses had other matters to attend to than a wayward priest in training.  One day, Rhyanda told me that there had been negotiations between Mordent Evenshade, Tyrande and Malfurion and the high elves were being welcomed back into society and the Alliance and they would be sharing their knowledge and training young mages.  That was great news!  I wouldn’t have to learn in secret any longer.

The high elves were still feared and looked upon with suspicion, but Rhyande said that was to be expected and they would have to prove themselves over time.  That fear and suspicion did not stop some from taking training from the high elves.  I had an edge over them as I had been studying for years with Rhyanda by that time.  When my family found out that I had been training with her in secret all these years and planned on continuing my training out in the opening, they disowned me.  My mother, father and brother and other relatives turned their backs on me.  I lost my friends over my decision, but I found new friends and my masters and fellow trainers became my family.

I have finally advanced enough in my lessons that Rhyanda says I need to go out into the world and actually live and experience the magic.  I have left Shadowglen and made my to Dolonaar with my final destination right now being Darnassus.  From there, I will have the entire world to choose from for a destination.  I plan to spend some time at Dolonaar earning some coin.  I understand there are people there that need help with things and it will allow me to gather some herbs in order to make some potions to maybe sell to others.  Rhyanda told me when I left that she was proud of me and that no matter what others say about my chosen path, I am to keep my head held high and prove to myself that I have chosen correctly.  I have nothing to prove to anyone else.

Kirith

((Level 8))

Back in the saddle again

I am such a glutton for punishment.  I have created a new character, a night elf mage named Kirith, which I am going to keep a journal of her adventures.  She is not an ironman character so she will be in full heirloom while leveling.  Just like my ironman character, she's going to have her own journal to keep her adventures in.  I will try to make them as entertaining as possible. 

Kahlee's 11th Journal Entry

I spoke with the Commander of Honor Hold and he sent me out to fight fel orcs and demons.  I feel like all I’ve seen is fighting and blood for ages.  When one fell, another took its place.  I became a machine of death and destruction.  After seeing the state of the land in Hellfire (well named) because of the fel energies and what the orcs and demons have done to it, I didn’t want to be anything else but a machine.  If I was turned into a gnome’s mechanical person then I wouldn’t have to see what some of my people have become and what had happened to others. 

I found a road made of the bones of my people which lead from the Citadel to the Dark Portal.  The sheer number of the dead whose bones made up that road drove me to my knees and I found myself weeping at the loss for some of those bones where smaller than those of an adult.  I think at that point, I stopped feeling anything for what I was doing.  I showed no mercy to none of my enemies and I frightened myself in this. 

After months of this, the Commander approached me.  He wanted to see if I was okay and when I told him that I was fine and still fit for duty, he placed a hand on my shoulder and told me that I should not lie to myself.  He told me he was sending me back to Stormwind for some respite from this place.  I objected but he would brook no argument and I found myself back in Stormwind.  The head of the paladin order told me to journey the land and get back in touch with the Light.  He felt that I had forsaken it and I needed to find it again.  I thought he was silly telling me that because all of my holy power was working fine but that night when I sat for my meditations, I felt something was off.  He may have been correct and the next day I started out for Winterspring.  I needed to check in with the Wintersaber Trainers and it would be nice to see a land of  cold, white and crystal as opposed to the hot, red landscape I had been in.

Trainer Frostwind was pleased to see us and he was pleased at how Nightrunner was turning out.  He gave me some more training tips and worked with us for several days.  I felt some of the burden leave my soul while I worked with Nightrunner.

Training Nightrunner to hunt

 

I eventually found myself in Darnassus during the Midsummer Fire Festival.  It was a chance to drink, eat and make friends and I did all that.  I danced at the Ribbon Pole, went to honor the flame and drank enough to drown a fish.  I also spent time on my paladin training and meditations.  I believe the Commander was correct in his assessment – I needed this. 

Dancing the Ribbon Pole

Honoring the Flame

  Near the end of the Festival I heard that the Darkmoon Faire was open.  I asked a mage that was standing beside a banner for the Faire to tell me about it and she was happy to oblige.  After telling me about the games, food and creatures to behold, she offered to open a portal for me to the Faire.  It sounded interesting so I accepted the kind offer.

It was definitely a sight to see.  The music played loudly, the smell of delicacies in the air and the carnies hawking their wares.  I was saw people who ate fire and spit it back out and people who could juggle lit torches.  There were games of skills and games for fun.  There were all types of different foods to try and drinks of differing strengths to quaff.  I tried my hand at some of the games and tasted some of the foods and drinks.  I watched a concert and gawked at the creatures in their zoo.  At the end of the night I enjoyed the fireworks and then returned to the inn to find my bed.

Trying a game at the Darkmoon Faire

Ordering some tasty treats to try at the Darkmoon Faire

Checking out the creatures at the Darkmoon Faire zoo

 This has been an enjoyable rest but within the next week I will be heading back to Draenor as there is still lots to be done there.  After consulting with the paladin order, I will be going to Zangarmarsh to help the Cenarion Expedition deal with the naga and the ogres in the area.  I think they are going to try to ease me back into more active duty.

Kahlee

((currently Level 66))