| Again. . . losing control. . . |
[Sep. 9th, 2005|01:17 am] |
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These last few months, I've been able to keep quite a bit of control over this blasted curse. I haven't found much in the way of a cure though, every Troll I find seems to die. Blathering fools. *takes a deep breath*
Ever since becoming good friends with some in the Thorium Brotherhood. . . and their, pushing that I join them in some drinking to celebrate, I've grown quite fond for that very liquid that I kept myself away from all these years. Unfortunately, I've grown a little too accustomed to it now. . . t'is just one more thing in a long string of actions that I require to change in myself. Sometimes I feel as if the Light has abandoned me. . . or perhaps t'is trying to challenge me.
In the meantime, I'll just drown my sorrows in ale. . . it keeps me company. . .
T'is hard to believe I used to be so against this kind of thing.
*sigh*
*takes a big gulp of ale*
I guess I should go meditate some more before I go out into the world. . . . . . blasted Dwarves, I wish they'd stop making so much racket outside at that blasted Great Forge of theirs. Don't they ever take a break?!
*closes his eyes and tries to relax* |
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| Bye Bye Tribble |
[Jun. 4th, 2005|11:48 pm] |
(( THIS IS A STORY PERTAINING TO KAILAN, MY NIGHT ELF BAD ASS HUNTER AND HAS NO RELATION TO SIR XANICUS TELBORNE AT ALL. THANKS :) ))
Kailan's bags were feeling heavy after that trip into Zul'farrak. He decided to make a quick stop into Gadgetzan and try to barter some of the more. . . precious. . . items that he had attained.
Being not very fond of Trolls, he slaughtered his way out of Zul'farrak and made his way to Gadgetzan.
Upon entering the neutral city, his eyes were drawn upon several humans grouped together, "such disgusting, greedy creatures they are." he thought to himself, as he proceeded past them to the general merchant dealer.
Now, all sorts of characters populate this particular city. . . everything from his own kind, the Night Elves to other races such as the Orcs. There was one particular Orc whom he ran into at the merchant, by the name of Furgle.
While trying to sell his wares a small bunny had unfortunately made a "mess" on Kailan's boots. After making a successful sale with the goblin merchant, Kailan looked down and noticed the mess on his boots and then watched as Furgle came over and picked up the little bunny, "Furgle sorries, Tribble gotted scareded" the Orc said with a smile, not wishing any trouble.
Kailan glared at the bunny sitting in it's owners arms, his eyes squinting and turning a shade of red with anger.
Leaving the merchant, his bags much lighter now, Kailan wanted to make sure the Orc would never forget this day, so he took up a position on a small hill inside the walled city, waiting patiently grasping his bow at from his back.
Furgle must of been finished his business with the goblin merchant now too, because he just left the building, "Damn rabbit. . . how dare he. . ." the Night Elf said as he slowly pulled an arrow out of his quiver and lined it up with the bunny in Furgle's arms.
You could barely hear the sound of the bow string being pulled back, but as Kailan let go of the string, you could clearly hear the sound of the arrow hitting it's mark and the cry of Furgle as his poor Tribble hit the ground with the arrow sticking out of it.
Now, with the job done and Kailan not wanting to stick around, he made his way to the Flight Master and took the next Gryphon out of town, all the while hearing the cries down below him. |
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| Dreams tell all. . . |
[May. 25th, 2005|03:11 pm] |
Dreams. . .
That dream last night really got me thinking. It said so much, but yet I feel more confused. Was it real? Was it trying to tell me something? Was it even really a dream at all?
In my dream, there was a huge battle going on, while I was just standing there. A Troll Shaman came closer and closer until he stopped right infront of me. I didn't feel any fear or anticipation towards the encounter and I felt that he had something to say to me.
The Shaman sat me down and started talking about the history of the Orcs. This was all stuff I knew. However, he refused to give me his name, but he went on to say that he was the one who gave me this bloodlust.
He said that he wanted the Alliance to know what it was like for the Horde to be under such control. He had kept a small vial of Mannaroth's blood and was waiting to use it on someone. A Orc Rogue had stealthed his way into Stormwind and went right into the Westfall Irregular. At the time, I was sitting there having my nightly milk before bed. The Orc apparently had placed a few drops of the blood into my milk and then took off. I took my sip and the affliction took hold.
At this point I remember waking up, thinking about the dream I just had and realized that during that night at the Irregular that they caught an Orc spying. . . maybe this dream was true. I just don't know. . .
I shall keep my guard up from this day forward and try to give some validity to this dream. |
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| So. . . ashamed. . . |
[May. 19th, 2005|02:59 pm] |
*Xanicus takes a deep breath before putting pen to paper*
I am very ashamed of my actions last night. I still can't believe I did what I did. I am not a judge. . . I am not an executioner! WHY!? Why did I murder all of those people in cold blood! My liege has said that they were condemed to die for their traitorous ways. But, that doesn't help. . . I had no right to destroy Van Cleef and his gang of Defias. I killed everyone in that hideout of theirs.
*Xanicus' head falls to the desk top for a second, a tear rolling down his cheek*
I had no right. . .
I must beat this blasted Bloodlust! This is destroying me. . . I can not continue being a Holy Knight if I go about murdering people in cold blood. I wasn't defending Stormwind last night, I was destroying the honor of the very Order which I have devoted myself to.
I still have yet to figure out how I contracted this ailment.
What I do know about it, is that it's a watered down version of Bloodlust that afflicted the Orcs during the three wars. They have broken it now though. . . Thrall helped to do that. I must find out how, for I don't think I can live with myself much longer with all the blood on my hands. |
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| Today should be interesting. . . |
[May. 12th, 2005|04:38 pm] |
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*Xanicus Yawns*
I had another awful dream last night. Strangely enough, I'm getting used to them. . . although, I don't think I want to.
Anyways, it was the same kind of dream like I've been havingt these last several nights. An innocent looking Horde, last night it was a Tauren, was destroyed by me. . .
I've decided to take up Axesmithing when the choice presents itself to me. I could go with Swordsmithing, or Macesmithing. . . but, I think I want to help out my fellow Alliance and help supply them with their Arcanite Reapers. I hear they're axes of great power.
Well. . . today should prove to be interesting. I'm not quite sure what the day will bring, but it shall be exciting as all of my days are. I might drop in on the Irregular and see how things are doing. |
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| What be wrong with me?! Diagnosis!! |
[May. 9th, 2005|03:47 pm] |
I had yet another horrific dream of cold blooded murder last night, only this time it was an entire village Orcs and Trolls. . . women. . . children. . . everyone. . . *shudders*. I'm usually the pillar of strength, but these dreams and my recent acts of rage have me worried to no bounds.
In an effort to figure out exactly what's been causing these un-nerving bouts of rage I headed to the Cathedral in Stormwind City. Unfortunately, on my way there, from my home in Goldshire, I seemed to have blacked out and came to with an Orc lying at my feet with my sword sticking up out of his gut. This has left me very shaken as it proves that I'm not myself when this rage happens. . . I figured I should get to the Cathedral to see Archbishop Benedictus as quickly as possible. I'm hoping he'll know what's going on.
I got to the Cathedral with not another problem. In the back was the Archbishop standing there, I proceeded up to him and began to tell him of my recent pain and troubles. He suggested that he put me under in some kind of dream-sleep where he could talk to me and I could recall anything that I have otherwise could not of known. Information, as the Archbishop told me, was gathered using the Light. . . so I figured it would be ok as the Light would never allow harm to befall me directly.
We went into the back of the Cathedral and I layed down. The Archbishop called two Priestesses to his side to aide in the undertaking. He began chanting something. . . to which I don't recall all that much from here. . . when I came to Benedictus told me that I was suffereing from Bloodlust. . . the same curse that affliction that befell the Orcs those many years ago during the past Wars. Let's just say that I was rather shocked by the diagnosis. . . it just couldn't be, but if the Archbishop has said so, then it must be true.
This must be the result of something the Horde has done to me. The Archbishop wasn't aware of any cures for the curse, so breaking it will be quite a problem. I might be cursed like this for the rest of my life. . . I certainly hope not. I am going to look for a cure, whatever or where ever it shall lead me.
I worry now more then ever as the Light didn't protect me from this curse. . . maybe this be a test forced upon me by my beloved Light.
I will pass this test, purge this from my body and be pure once again!! This I shall decree!! |
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| Headache. . . cont. |
[May. 5th, 2005|03:48 pm] |
I went to bed last night with my head still ringing with pain and thinking about the reactions I had during the day regarding a few Orcs that I passed by. I can't believe I acted in such a manner. . . I've never lost my calm like that before. If I could find those Orcs, I'd gladly apologize to them. . . *headache pain increases*. . . BAH!! APOLOGIZE?! I'D APOLOGIZE BY RIPPING THEIR HEADS OFF!!! *shakes head*. . . by the Light. . . something is definitely wrong with me. I must try to keep my composure!
Anyways, maybe if I write down the dream I had last night, it shall help.
The dream I had was quite disturbing. Never have I dreamt anything so full of rage and violence. It started with myself riding on Valor through Westfall. We were heading towards the tower on Sentinel Hill for some reason, which I fail to remember. We passed by a Troll who was engaged in battle with a Wolf who seemed to have caught the Troll by surprise. For some reason, I had Valor stop and turn around just past the Troll. I dismounted from Valor, the Troll not noticing any of this. I drew my sword just as the Troll dispatched the Wolf. As the Troll turned around and before he had a chance to really notice me, I had run the Troll through the heart. . . I was laughing with such evil. . . I had murdered this Troll in cold blood, he had done nothing to me. . . I watched him as the life slowly slipped out of his eyes which were wide in surprise. After he died, I spit on his body and mounted back up riding towards Sentinel Hill not giving a second thought of the horrific act I just performed.
That's when I woke up in a cold sweat. I don't know why I'd dream this kind of thing. . . it's horrid. . . *an evil smile broke upon Xanicus' lips* . . . but it felt sooooo good, so. . . right.
I feel like slaughtering some Horde today. . . |
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| Headache |
[May. 4th, 2005|11:30 am] |
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By the Light! I woke up this morning with a terrible headache. . . ugh. . . I don't quite remember how I got into my bed though. What happened to me last night. . .?
It took all my strength just to get up and make my way to the sink to rinse my face. I don't remember much of what happened, but I do remember being in the Irregular having my nightly milk before bed. . . then. . . nothing.
It would seem that I'm feeling a little better now, which is good because I've got plenty of things to do today!
*Xanicus takes a quick break from writing to grab a cold glass of water*
*Making it half way to the jug on the other side of the room, he falls to the ground with a searing pain through his head*
*Manages to make his way to the jug of water and comes back to the table to finish writing in his journal*
Wow. . . that was quite unexpected. I was got the worst headache all of a sudden, almost like someone was driving pins into my head. *sigh* Wow. . . seems to be better now.
*Memories of fighting the Horde during the Second War come to the front of Xanicus' mind*
Those blasted Orcs! Foul beasts. . . how dare they! We should of slaughtered every single last one of them when we had the chance those many years ago! They were responsible for the damn Scourge!! If it wasn't for them, we would of been prepared! We would of seen it coming!!! VILE WRETCHES!! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE!!!
By the Light, what am I writing!? Why would I write with such venomous words. . .
I think I need some more rest before I adventure out today. |
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| Boring. . . |
[Apr. 26th, 2005|03:22 pm] |
Well, these last few days have been completely uneventful. Well, not completely uneventful. . . Miyune, Drizzle and myself did make it into the Hinterlands last night. We were looking for Stormbeak, the child Gryphon. After checking out a few Troll-held areas, we were told to check out the Altar of Zul, apparently the Trolls there had their eye on Stormbeak not too long ago.
So we go the Temple. I remember looking up the stairs and seeing how steep they were! Trolls littered the area, looking for something to kill I bet. We ventured up to the first Troll, he was apparently fiddling with something and didn't see us sneak up on them. We dispatched him before he had a chance to draw his weapon.
Now, I for one hate getting Troll blood on my armor as it's the hardest thing to get out! Almost like it's some form of acid. . . oh well.
We slowly made our way up the stairs, although, after that first Troll the next one managed to defend and call out for his buddies to help him. Miyune and Drizzle were slashing through the crowd fairly easily though, their pets Navarre and Meatshield were tearing the flesh right off of the Trolls. I think the pets were quite enjoying themselves. My heals were coming with greater frequency, but we were doing great.
When we got to the top, there waited us a couple of very strong Trolls. I thought we were in trouble until two more Alliance members showed up, a Dwarf and a Night Elf. . . unfortunately I didn't get their names. But they joined up with us. We proceeded to rush the altar at the top. The two strong Trolls noticed us coming and they rushed back at us. Our superior numbers felled the two Trolls with ease.
Searching the Altar came up with no clues to the whereabouts of the Gryphon. Thanking our temporary companions, we parted ways. Miyune, Drizzle and myself mounted up and raced back to the Wildhammer Compound of Aerie Peak to report our findings.
When we got back there, the Dwarf didn't know what else to do so he gave us a feather from the child Gryphon's bed and asked us to go visit a friend of his who made residence at the Nethergarde Keep far to the South. Drizzle took off immediately for the Keep, while Miyune and myself stuck around the Peak for a bit to relax. It was getting late so I decided to call it a night. Miyune, however, started off to the South towards the Keep.
Anyways, that's the most excitement I've had the last few days. Recently, I've been looking for a good group to enter Uldaman, but there doesn't seem to be any brave adventurers to aid me! I did get an invite from the "nice" Warlock Melicity the other day, but alas, t'was very late at night and my bed was beckoning me.
So tonight, I shall adventure to Uldaman again. Hopefully, I can find some fine souls to brave the depths of the mountain there with me. On the bright side, I have gained a bit more experience and my spells seem to be just that much more powerful now! So, I can't wait to test my new knowledge smiting the evil that persists in the area.
I do with the Dwarves in Ironforge would get their act together and retake that place. . . I would definitely lend a hand as would many I know.
May the Light bless you all.
Have a nice day! |
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| My First Westfall Irregulars Visit! |
[Apr. 19th, 2005|04:22 pm] |
So, last night before hitting the sack, I decided to check out the infamous Westfall Irregulars Pub in the Stormwind Park. I figured I could down a couple glasses of milk before bed.
I flew into Stormwind and made my way to The Park. It was around 9pm at night, so I figured things would be lively. To my dismay, there was nobody in The Park at all, save a few Night Elves whom wanted me to go all the way to Auberdine in Darkshore. . . I remember thinking “Not bloody likely!”
With nobody in The Park, I figured everyone must have been inside the Irregular, partying away like mad people. . . *shudders*. . drinking.
I managed to find the door and walked in. On the far side of the bar there was a short Gnome Warlock sitting there. I took a seat and waited to be served. 10 minutes passed and I was yet to see a single soul except the Gnome. Then a man walked into the Pub and asked the Gnome if it was open. . . to which the Gnome replied probably not. I guess I should have asked the little bugger when I first got in too. Oh well. . .
I jumped up and walked out, feeling a little disappointed that there was nobody to chat with and have a tall, frosty glass of milk. Well, I guess tonight then.
Be well and may the Light shine upon thee! |
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| Ulda. . . wha? |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|03:06 pm] |
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I find myself awaking in the Theramore Isle Inn this fine, sunny morning. It always seems to be so nice outside. I can’t remember a day when there came a drop of rain.
I think I shall make this a lazy day. I’ll do some adventuring later.
Last night was my first trip into Uldaman. . . quite the place.
I learned that it’s the home of the Shadow Dwarves, a race of Dwarves quite opposite to the friendly ones that make Ironforge their home.
Anyways, Valor, my faithful steed, carried me all the way from Thelsamar, in Loch Modan, to the excavation site of Uldaman. I chanced upon another adventurer, whose name fails me at the moment, but he already had a group and was looking for one more. So I joined up with them.
They didn’t have a pure healer with them, so I was invited to fill in that role. Now, it’s a role which I take deadly seriously and I feel I do it very well. I can certainly last longer under fire then any Priest thanks to my heavy Armor covering me.
We entered the mines. The first thing I noticed was the horrible stench of evil. These Dark Dwarves weren’t just bad, they were vile. Their faces were pale from the lack of sunlight.
I can’t recall too much of the actual battling as I was very focused on my efforts of keeping my fellow adventurers alive. I do remember that we had a very eager Warrior with us who kept running ahead a little too fast attracting all of the larger creatures to us.
We entered a large chamber with a set of huge double doors lodged on the far side. We slaughtered the Dark Dwarves who guarded the massive doors. I tried to open the doors, but they seemed to be sealed shut by some kind of magic. One of my fellow adventurers told me to move out of the way, at which time a beam of blue light shot towards the door creaking it open slowly. I looked back to see one of my companions had placed a staff into a hole he found on the floor, I would never of known to do such a thing.
Beyond the door was this massive woman whom I believe was one of the Titans who created the Dwarven race and the Troggs. She was actually much easier to defeat then what I first thought.
We didn’t have any problems up until we entered the doorway. At that point we encountered this stone beast who swept through our group with a fury I haven’t seen before. This one beast bested all five of us. Thankfully, the Warlock of our group cast a Soulstone upon me and brought me back upon my death.
I found that three of my companions couldn’t be revived by me, but I knew they would ask the Spirit Healer for wisdom upon that. I did manage to revive the Rogue though, although to continue on for the two of us would have meant utter suicide. So, we cut our losses and hearth-stoned out.
So, that is the story accounting for my first visit to the Excavation site of Uldaman. I hope to go back there very soon and finish what I started out to do.
I’m also very saddened that we lost three very good souls yesterday, I hope that the Spirit Healer took pity upon them and let them breathe again, for my powers weren’t enough to tear them from that plane. |
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| Dwarven Paladins aren't so bad afterall. . . |
[Apr. 15th, 2005|10:13 am] |
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My apologies go out to the short race of noble Dwarves who have taken up the Light.
My previous opinions of you were. . . well. . . plain wrong. I’m terribly sorry. I almost lost my life just last night, if not for some brave Dwarf Paladin, I wouldn’t be writing this today.
I didn’t get a name, so if whoever it was wanted to come forward I would be most gracious to know who my savior was as I owe them my life!
What happened was that I was riding Valor though the Badlands and I came across a Goblin who required a little help acquiring some Earth Elemental stones. Fair enough, I thought. As the very helpful person that I am, I figured I could spare an hour or two and help the poor chap out. He obviously couldn’t fight such beasts himself for that which he required. The Goblin pointed out that the Elementals were just west of his camp, and so I took off hunting the creatures down.
Spotting the Elementals off in the distance I charged in. Valor seemed just as determined to crush these creatures to help the Goblin as I was. We truly are in sync, so great indeed!
The first couple foes fell by my blade fast, my Light overpowering them in each instance. The next Elemental looked to be a little bigger then the rest. As I charged in, it managed to knock me off Valor, which stunned my poor horse for a bit. On foot, I ran up and start hacking away. The creature parried most of my strikes. I called out to the Heavens to give me strength. I called forth a Holy Bolt. A bolt of Holy Energy came bursting forth into the monster, knocking it back. I thought I had the upper hand, but the monster just shrugged off the effects. It came flying at me with a burning rage that could be seen in its eyes. Knocking the sword and shield out of my hands, it started laughing and taunting me. I kept my calm, but it became apparent that I was outmatched. All the energy I had was spent, none was left within me to call upon my Devine Shield, so I just stood there, awaiting my fate.
As the Elemental raised its massive fists, readying itself for the final blow, I heard something galloping towards us. Then I heard it, “LADDY!! GET DOWN!!”
As the Dwarf cut down the Elemental, with ease might I add, I recognized the insignia that the Dwarf carried as being one of the Holy Order. However, as quickly as he appeared, he rode off without allowing me a chance to give him my gratitude.
I always held to the stereotype that Dwarves belong in the Order. . . but this Dwarf, who single-handedly saved me, has changed that very outlook. I’ve had the entire night to think about what almost befell me had he not appeared.
My thanks go out to you, unknown Dwarf. Thank you for saving that which could not save himself. . .
I realize now that there are as many different kinds of Dwarves as there are Humans.
*picks up a frosty mug of milk*
/CHEERS to the Holy Dwarven Warriors! |
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| Valor!! Nice to have you with me!! |
[Apr. 14th, 2005|11:58 am] |
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Before I get back to what I was writing the other night, I'd like to announce my advancement within the Holy Order to my 40th Rank!
I am so excited to finally get my own, honourable, swift steed!
He's the greatest and rides by so fast that I swear I catch people having to look twice to see if something has rode by! I've named him "Valor" in honour of my father's courage on and off the battlefield. I hope he likes it.
I shall recount the victories which lead up to my most recent advancement.
The majority of my 39th Rank had me hacking my way through the Swamp of Sorrows looking for things from Crab Legs on the shoreline to driftwood that had washed upon that same shore. At one point, I remember being chased by some sort of Dragon-type creature. All I could do was shield up and run as fast as I could, boy I could of used Valor at that time! I wouldn't of had a chance against such a creature.
I had to run back to a fellow in the South Eastern portion of the Swamp and deliver to him the driftwood that I found on the beaches. After that I took off for Booty Bay in Stranglethorn Vale to spend the remainder of my 39th Rank slaughtering Trolls trying to find some with Tusks and Rattles that were in good enough shape to give to a Goblin, Krebok I think his name was, but I could be wrong, in the Booty Bay Inn.
The very last leg of my 39th Rank took me to Theramore Isle. I really love this Port Town, Jaina Proudmore should be very. . . proud of what she's accomplished since the end of the Second War. I had to visit the Inn there to give the Cook the Crab Legs that I aquired at the beach in the Swamp.
That's when I felt a surge of something flow through me! The Light was gathering around me, getting brighter and brighter until it enveloped me! When it finally subsided, I felt much stronger then I was just a few seconds prior. I had reached my 40th Rank!!
I was congratulated by some of the individuals who were camped out at the Inn, some of them their speach was very slurred, probably from the entoxicating liquids they were guzzling down. Poor souls. . . I shall have to come back there one day soon and show them the Light.
The Cathedral in Stormwind is where Duthorian Rall, my trainer, resides. He had tutored me, which seems so long ago, in the art of Resurrecting fallen Heros. I walked up to him and I noticed a smile slowly forming upon his lips. It's like he already knew! Amazing, such a sense he has. Before I had a chance to even open my mouth he handed me a book and ordered me to read it. I went off into the library for a short while and emerged with a better understanding of the Paladin ways. That was some book! I handed it back to Duthorian and upon doing so, he embued me with the skill to summon a great Warsteed! I had walked outside and summoned my great Steed, now named Valor and we rode off looking for greater adventure.
So here I am now, Valor by my side as I finish this entry. |
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| My Life. . . |
[Apr. 13th, 2005|04:49 pm] |
I wish to share with you a bit about my life growing up in Elwynn Forest.
I never knew my real parents. Apparently, I was found, by my surrogate parents, in a basket floating down the river passing by Goldshire. I couldn't of had a better upbringing though. The Telborne’s showed me so much love and affection that it was something that I never missed.
Growing up, I was never one to get into unprovoked fights, however if the odds seemed grim, I'd always find the strength to persevere. I was raised to believe that everyone had the Light within them, even if they didn’t show it. This was the nurturing of my parents showing through. They raised me very well.
My father, Cirdan, was one of the Holy Knights of Stormwind. It was a post he retained for many years, even throughout the Second War where he defended Stormwind against the onslaught of Undead. I had the greatest honour of fighting beside him. His bravery, valor and kindness are the major reasons why I decided to follow in his footsteps and become a Knight of the Holy Order as well.
As with my father, I couldn't have asked for a better mother. Saralond was her name. She was a nurse in the Stormwind infirmary. I used to listen to her telling of many stories before bedtime night after night about some soldier that she was able to save from certain death. Saving people was her passion, one of which she did very well.
I had entered the Paladin order in my early teens, before then, my father trained me in the art of the Swords and hand to hand combat. Both my father and my mother taught me some very minor healing skills and by the time I entered the Order I was already able use the Light within me to heal small cuts and wounds on my own. I was already on the path to healing and helping others. Although, having parents so caring and learned didn’t hurt either.
The trials and tribulations that I was forced to endure, while a young Holy Squire, were constant and consistent, but nay did I ever even consider quitting. I knew that every second of it I was growing ever stronger and stronger. I am sworn to secrecy as to the nature of these trials, so I can’t divulge them, even on paper, within my own thoughts. Suffice to say that they marked me for the rest of my life and given the chance I would make all the same decisions over again.
When I did make it to the front lines, was a time of great awakening for me. I learned through the many battles won and lost that with each fight a piece of me got stronger and stronger. It is true what they say that anything that doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. I fought along side some of the greatest names of that the Order could Honour. I remember Arthuras before he fell to the Dark Side. I still can’t believe that someone with so much Light beaming from them could fall so easily. It definitely made me watch all aspects of my life more closer.
I remember the day when Uther “The Lightbringer” was slain, the feeling of dread that came over me was horrible. I wasn’t with his unit at the time, but I remember getting the message and thinking how something like this could happen to one of our greatest Leaders! I felt rage beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. My father was also visibly upset over the Holy Orders great loss.
I must stop now, as I have more training to get to. . . |
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| ONE MORE!! |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|01:26 pm] |
Xanicus here!
Last night was quite eventful and has me eager to set out on more adventuring today!
I managed to attain my 39th season!!! Soooooo close to being able to ride my Horse. I run so damn slow now-a-days that the Horse will be a fine addition when I do finally get him. I hear it won't cost me all too much either and that's good because I don't have much gold to my name.
Last night I was adventuring all over the place. I started off in the nice, usually quiet, seaside town of Booty Bay. The Inn was full of just about every type of character you could think of. Everything from the dark Warlocks to the bright Paladins were represented. Horde and Alliance seemed to get along fairly well, with the odd scuffle every so often.
I looked through my log book, trying to find my next target. I remembered that Caitlyn wanted me to retrieve her blade from some Pirate just north of town, so I set out. I hung a left coming out of the Entrance Cave to Booty Bay and came across exactly what I was looking for: Pirates!
The pirate who stole Caitlyn's dagger was apparently some guy nicknamed "Pretty Boy". *sigh*
I hacked and slashed my way through most of the pirates that were guarding him, using a few heals in the process, and then quickly went ahead and dispatched "Pretty Boy", himself. He indeed was carrying with him the very dagger I was looking for. It was one of such great craftsmanship.
Off in the distance, I noticed an Alliance Warlock with her Big Blue Demon pet watching my every movement. I heard a sound from behind me. I must of missed them because what I saw were two more pirates ready and willing to hand my head to me on a platter. I lunged at one of them, attacking with all my might. The other one started hitting me. It was at this point that the Warlock that was watching me decided to give me a hand and attacked the Pirate that was attacking my back. The Warlock and her pet finished off the pirate quickly and turned to help me finish mine, but I had just finished dispatching him myself.
I turned to the Warlock and began chatting it up with her. I said thank you and found out that her name was Melicity. For a Warlock she didn't seem all that dark. We both seemed to be going in the same direction, so we decided to team up for a little while.
Now, I'm not opposed to Warlocks. . . just the bad ones. Mel (as she didn't mind being called) was, apparently, one of the nicer ones even if she was a part of a Guild called Worshippers of the Darkness. Maybe I can one day turn her to the Light, I hope. I think that everyone has the potential for good in them, even the darkest of souls.
We both ran back to Booty Bay to return the dagger Caitlyn which she then gave me another task, of which I will speak about on another day, as this isn't the time for it.
The next task, Mel and I both shared. We had to do a favour for the Baron of Booty Bay and find out what the Pirates were doing here on the Cape of Stranglethorn Vale.
Leaving Booty Bay, we spotted a few Pirates off on the East Coast beach of the Southern Cape and we decided to see what was up over there. There were several Pirates talking to eachother, they were pretty easy to slip past. We spotted a few more down the beach standing guard around a tent. I figured this might be a little harder. A Night Elf passed us by and we asked him to join us. He went by the name of Sentinel and was a Rogue. Again, I don't trust Rogues all that much, but because I feel that everyone deserves the chance to prove themselves, we let him join us.
What a party I was in. . . a Paladin of the Light, a dark Warlock and a mischivous Rogue. *sigh* So far, I haven't been double crossed. I feel sorry for the first soul who does. . . I shall smite them so!!
Mel thought it was prudent to cast a Soulstone to me, so should I die it was allow me to come back to life and keep everyone else alive. Little did I know how handy that little stone would be.
We rushed into the camp with blades shining in the sunlight and magic flying. If the Pirates didn't know we were there before, they certainly did now. Within a few moments we were surrounded by 4 pirates. For some reason they decided to pick on me. I fought back as valiant as any Holy Knight could. Sentinel and Mel attacked the Pirates as they tried to pummel me. Unfortunately, I couldn't hold out much longer and fell. . . within a span of a few seconds the stone that I recieved started to glow and I came back! Amazing little thing. I jumped up, healed myself, healed my comrade and jumped back into the fray. Boy did those Pirates seem really scared! They had killed me and I just got back up and started fighting! Ironically, they must of though I was an Undead or something. LoL Oh well.
With me back in the fight, we beat the rest of them into the sand. Searching through the camp, we came up with some Charts and what appeared to be the Pirates Orders from their Captain. This stuff came in handy as it told of an attack that they were going to do on Booty Bay. Hopefully the Baron can now defend the Bay even easier now. Sentinel had other things to do so after all thank yous and goodbyes had been said he parted from us. He was a nice Night Elf. I can now Judge him as one of the nicer Rogues I've met and feel comfortable with trusting him again in the future.
Mel and I ran back to the Bay and gave the Charts and Orders to the Baron and then to the Inn to rest up for a bit. By this time Melicity also had other things to do and we parted ways as well. She also turned out to be someone whom I could trust, I hope to run into her again someday.
I rested up for a bit before going off somewhere else.
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I think a couple hours past as I woke up in one of the beds. I put my gear back on and headed to the Flight Master for a trip to Darkshire. When I got there I found that there was really nothing for me to do so I decided to enter an area called the Swamp of Sorrows, which was just to the East of the dreary town of Darkshire. My first impression was that, much like Duskwood, it was a very dreary place. . . even Desolace was happier looking.
Anyways, I was wandering around and stumbled upon a group of creatures whom refer to themselves as the "Draenei". Interesting race.
I spoke with what I thought was their Chieftan. He required some crystals that were stolen from them by another of their kind which they call the "Lost Ones". These Lost Ones looked just like the Draenei, but are just more evil. I accepted his quest and went journeying to the East side of the Swamp in search for the crystals and the Lost Ones campsite.
Let's just say that I was soooooo much more skilled then they were that stealing back the crystals was of no problem what-so-ever. It would of gone off with no hitch at all, had that damn Orc not been following me. He was of much greater skill then I and chased me off from the area. I had to sneak back to get the last crystal.
I made my way back to the Draenei camp and handed the crystals over to their Chieftan. He seemed rather pleased. This Swamp was getting to me so I decided to use my Hearthstone and head back the Menethil Harbour Inn. It had been getting dark around this time, so I thought I'd call it a night. |
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Hi!
My name is Xanicus, and I'm a Paladin of the Light.
It’s nice to meet you. :)
My journeys in Azeroth began a month ago, but it's only now that I'm able to find the time to log my many adventures. I figured I'd take a breather here in Southshore to jot down a few thoughts of my most recent expedition to The Scarlet Monastery.
I flew into Nijel’s Pointe from Theramore Isle, which is a very, VERY long flight. *sigh*. I’ve been here a few times before and thought I had explored the entire encampment, but I must have missed the man standing on the balcony at the Inn. When I started talking to him he mentioned that he was a member of an order called "The Scarlet Crusaders." He told me that they would like to enlist me into their order to help fight the Scourge and being the helpful person that I am and am very eager to fight anything Undead, I said "Sure, is there anything I can do?". He said that I had to prove myself first. To do so, I was to go to the south end of Desolace and kill 30 Undead Skeletons! Let me just say that that was a pretty easy test for one such as I, with so great a skill in the Light!
Anyways, I got the assignment completed pretty quickly. I’ll spare you the gruesome details, but suffice to say that I had left the area covered in bones and made my way back to the Recruiter. He let me know that I did a good job, but that the real fight was in Lordaeron and that I was to talk to a certain individual who was camped out at the Southshore, Hillsbrad Foothills Inn.
Iit was a looooong flight back to Theramore Isle, then the boat ride was atrocious! I think I vomited twice over the railing. . . why can't these Captains sail through smoother waters?! After two more Griffon flights (one of which I was almost thrown off!!!) I made it to Southshore and talked to the Scarlet Crusader Knight that I was told to. He told me that the recruiter I spoke with was a little insane and that I had to actually fight against the Scarlet Crusade!
These people were actually of the Dark Side!! I felt, as a Holy Knight, that it was my duty to destroy them!! I can't believe I actually helped that man back in Desolace. . . *sigh* The four overly zealous leaders of the Scarlet Crusade, as I was told, had to die.
I got together a group of my bravest, closest friends whom I knew I could trust for this long journey and do battle with. Those people were Miyune the Huntress and her trusty Wolf Navarre, Gangrul the Rogue (I don’t entirely trust this guy, but Miyune tells me he’s trustworthy. . . I’ll have to wait and see. I may have to smite him one day if I ever find any of my gold missing), then there was Mahdeus with her GARGANTUANLY HUGE pet cat, Rei and last but certainly not least, friendly (but can be vicious) Zhaneel the Shapeshifting Druid. All of them are Night Elves. I be the only Human in the group. The last two are people of whom I’ve come to trust explicitly with my life on MANY occasions.
ANYWAYS . . . we set out from the Southshore Inn during midday towards the Monastery to end the blight of the Scarlet Crusade and hopefully stumble upon some treasure that would help to pay the repair bills.
Mahdeus, Zhaneel and Gangrul were the veterans of the group. With them by our side the battles seemed quite uncontested.
The first target was the Hounds Master. His guards were laughable; watching them fall under the might of our three veterans brought a wicked smile to my face. Hardly any harm befell those three. It was also fun watching little Navi sink her teeth into the Scarlet Defenders and listening to their anguishing screams as they were mortally wounded by her, then watching as she ran back to Miyune, with what I could of swore was a skip in her step. . . Hmmmm. From what I can recall, when we came up against the Hounds Master Gangrul stealthed and snuck up behind the unsuspecting Master of the Dogs. Unfortunately, for Gangy, one of the dogs caught his scent and started barking, alerting its master to someone’s presence.
Quickly jumping over the Hounds Master, a skill that only a good Rogue knows, Gangy managed a quick strike. Rei and Navi each took one of the Hounds and the rest of us quickly cut down their master with brilliance. By this point both Rei and Navi had splatter of red all over them. . .
The next target was Herod. I think he’s some kind of Captain of their guards, not sure. Again, we fought through hordes and hordes of enemy Scarlet Soldiers. Their skill was pretty good, however we were just a bit better.
Upon entering Herod’s Chamber, we noticed him standing there in the very middle almost like he was waiting for us, waiting to strike like a hungry Venomous Snake. Before I had a chance to suggest a battle plan I noticed Mah and Zhan leaping at Herod with a ferocious look in their eyes, almost a look of bloodlust. I remember thinking to myself, “Uh oh, I’d hate to be Herod right now.”
We relieved the items that Herod’s corpse was carrying and went on with our last two mission objectives.
Finally we entered the Cathedral, home of the Commander and his Witch. I had expected this to be the hardest part of the mission. It did turn out to be the hardest, but only in comparison to the other battles. Once more, the guards turned out to be little more then fodder for our swords, arrows and magic. Rei and Navi saved me from a close encounter as two of the guards managed to swing past Zhaneel and Mahdeus with their swords aimed right at me. Upon seeing this, Rei and Navi ran over and stood in front of me bearing their teeth to the guards. This stunned the guards long enough for Gangy to shish-ka-bob them both on his sword.
The Cathedral itself was full of worshippers. What they were worshipping is beyond me, I hope they met their God when we did finish them off. When we finished, the floor of the Cathedral was covered in worshipper blood. Off in one of the side chambers I came across a torch on the wall that was crooked. I looked it over and a sense came over me. . . turning the torch the wall next to me slide open! A secret room!
We cautiously entered the dark room, the light of my holiness pushing back the darkness. There was a single corpse lying in the middle of the small room, Navi walked up and began to sniff it. She started growling and attacking the corpse! At that moment, it jumped up and attacked us!! I tried to exorcise the undead creature with no avail as it resisted it. The rest of our group swarmed and destroyed the vile beast. We left the room and went back to the main chamber.
Standing at the altar was the Scarlet Commander with his Dark Witch nowhere in sight. We all slowly approached up behind him and started the assault. Gangy backstabbed him. Mah stayed back pelting him with arrow upon arrow. Zhaneel, in cat form, did what she did best, caused LOTS of damage with her sharp claws. Miyune and myself did what we could, but it was evident that the three of them were more then a match for the Commander. When he fell, a wall behind the altar slide open revealing another secret room, out of which his Dark Witch came running screaming something about her Commander.
She managed to place us in a slumber, of which I don’t know what happened. The next thing I remember is seeing the Commander back up with his sword pointed at our group and his beloved Witch standing at his side. I remember sighing, thinking that she must of resurrected him. Everyone finally awoke from their short slumber and the battle continued. The backstabbing, arrows and sword slashes all took their toll upon the Commander and the Witch. In the end, we prevailed effortlessly. We found many great items upon their bodies, none of which I got. But that’s ok, as I had scored a few great items throughout the rest of the journey.
We were all covered in Scarlet blood and hoping beyond hell that they had a lot of warm water at the Inn to clean all this off with.
All in all, we ground up the Crusaders defenses pretty rapidly and made our way to the four leaders, each of which fell pretty quickly by our powerful blades and magic.
When the day was done, we all ventured back to the Southshore Inn. I talked to the Ex-Scarlet Knight there and retrieved my reward, which was a very nice Rare Sword. The “Sword of Serenity” is my main weapon now for future battles.
I'd like to thank those who helped me in my efforts to end the Scarlet Crusade: Miyune, Navi, Gangrul, Mahdeus, Rei and Zhaneel. Thank you all, my friends! *looks into gold pouch* I could of swore I had 21 gold and 50 silver! *glares suspiciously at Gangrul*
I’m still not sure if I trust him. . . |
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