Mount Hyjal
It has been an amazing couple of days. We investigated the twilight cult camps again. We found a few more, including one that had been destroyed by demons. Naelaedra arrived to look at some of the things. She didn’t seem as annoying this time.
There had been trees in the valley where the twilight cult had made their home. They were charred and dead. There were some fire elementals around as well.
There were some of the strange floating stones in the different camps as well. They look just like the one in Darkshore. Tathariel thinks there’s a link between the different ones and the elements. The one in the first camp was near a pool of water and the stone was liquid blue. The swirling liquid below it was also blue. The second one was light brown and the bottom of it looked textured as layered rocks. There were round, brown, rock-like objects rolling in the strange liquid below it. There were two more in yet another camp. They were up where we couldn’t see them very well, but they looked like they might be related to fire. They were near lava as well.
There was a long walk around some fire elementals and some twilight dragons to get from the second to the third camp. That was where we found the camp that had been destroyed by demons. Nearby that, we saw some green dragons in the distance so we moved closer to investigate. Cenarius was there! I couldn’t believe it.
We went back to the Shrine of Aviana. We’ve also seen Aviana herself. It’s been quite incredible.
I got a letter from my sister. I’ll have to go to the location later. Putting it off still…
Dead and Loving It? (Part II)
A lot has happened since I’ve last wrote. I regret not having had more time to write.
I didn’t get everything I was thinking down last time, so I guess I will continue with that. I am more than just okay. Being in my condition really changes your perspective on a lot of things. If I had lived, my life now would be as an apprentice druid, probably in Darkshore. I would possibly be fully dead due to the massive destruction there by the recent cataclysm. I doubt I would have met Tathariel if I had survived the cataclysm. If I had met Tathariel, it would have been under completely different circumstances, and I would no doubt have a completely different mindset. My Shan’do did not take female students, for more than one reason, most of which was he didn’t approve of females studying druidism. My experiences in the past couple years have opened up my mind to more possibilities.
I am a different person, and that’s not a bad thing.
Of course there have been negative effects as well, but now that I have had time to think about it, I’m sure that the positive outweigh the negative.
I had to stop writing last time as Tathariel’s father snuck up on me. Typical druid… He had a few things to say. One of the things he said surprised me. He would like to think of me as a son. I’m not sure how to treat him as a father as I’ve never known my own. Terivanis had served as my older male role model, up until a couple years ago. It makes me wonder if my father would have rejected me had he known me. I am glad Tathariel’s father accepts me as I am.
Again, a lot has happened since then. I’ve been arguing with Jaeyn. He’s infuriating in his stubbornness. I wish he would change his mind about the twilight cultists’ boxes. They should have never been brought into Darnassus. Last night they brought it to a vote again. How did he think they were going to vote? He has the power to overrule the vote. He didn’t even have to put it to vote. He could have just told them no. I will have no part in it. If he wants to wreak more havoc on Ashenvale then it will be on his conscious. I did what I could to get him to change his mind, short of using force, which I don’t think would have worked anyway.
After the meeting, they began to make their preparations to move the boxes. Tathariel and I left Darnassus. We went to Ironforge. I kept going over it all again and again in my mind, trying to think of what else I could have said to have gotten through to him. I don’t think there is anything.
Today we went to Moonglade to check on the vines. I will need to write to Sakia to let her know that it looks like they have improved greatly and I will not need any further assistance from her. Hopefully she will get the idea and stop asking about it. I think she’s just trying to get me to ask for more help so that I’ll owe her more. However she did mention following a couple leads in her last letter, maybe she has some genuine interest in helping. Maybe I should leave out the part about not needing further assistance. We do need to discover who is behind it, and perhaps she can help. I will need to make up my mind on this soon.
I don’t trust her. She’s a death knight.
Tathariel and I went to Winterspring after Moonglade. We needed to check on the moonkin there to see if their condition had improved. I can’t say they have. They are still transfixed on their strange “monuments” to different animal spirits. Tathariel pointed out that their animal “shrines” (I have no idea what to call these things!), are to the bird, doe and bear, all parts of the moonkin. The injured orc that was there last time, seemed to still be there. And still be alive. I wonder if some strange magic is keeping him alive? We found a dead owlkin near another that seemed agitated. We couldn’t get close enough to tell how it died, but we could see that there was blood, and it died rather recently. There also seemed to be less moonkin in the area than there was before. It could be they are killing each other or the goblins have continued to offer a bounty for them. I would believe the latter more readily than the first, but after seeing the one dead near the other, I am not sure.
Tathariel and I had spoken of traveling to Hyjal last night. This whole time I was wearing my armor. Of course I looked like a freak in Moonglade. There was no one else to see us in Winterspring. Upon arriving in Hyjal I was glad to see 3-4 other death knights working with the wardens there. It made me a little less apprehensive of them. All the same, I let Tathariel ask them where help was needed most. They may be accepting all help, but I’m pretty sure some of them still sneer at what they would normally not work with. I didn’t care to deal with that and looked the other way while she asked.
I had never seen Hyjal before. Nordrassil is beautiful. Ysera was there in the building under the tree. Being that I am what I am, I did not approach her. The druids surrounding her looked quite powerful and they would perhaps mistake my intentions if I had moved closer to see her better.
Tathariel learned that the Hyjal wardens were looking for help with the cultists in the south. We made our way down there, finding one camp full of ogre cultists. There were twilight drakes flying overhead. We made our way carefully to the front of the buildings and went inside each one. We found two large boxes, identical to the ones found in Darkshore except they were much bigger. We left them there. I doubt we could have carried them even if we had wanted to, which we didn’t. We snuck out of the ogre’s encampment and made our way to another area, passing what we believe may have been some twilight cult students, judging by their attire. The other encampment was mostly abandoned. There were more of the strange boxes there of assorted sizes. As well there were some strange wheel shaped objects. There was a transparent round part that turned around a central part. It had strange markings on it. Next to this there were some odd lantern shaped objects, a book with strange writing, and a scroll with more strange writing. Tathariel copied some of it into her notes before we continued looking around. We found barrels and boxes, probably with food and drink for the students and instructors. At the last tent we came across a very strange construct that is hard to describe. It was tall and long, and seemed almost mechanical. Perhaps all the gnome students had been working on something.
There were also some strange hanging cages in the area. I wonder if the “keys” the Kaldorei Shan’re were planning to steal are to open the strange boxes or if they’re something much simpler like a keys for a cage lock.
The good news is, I didn’t see any faceless ones there. Which is a relief to say the least.
We plan to write to one of the mages in the Kaldorei Shan’re and see if they can lend some aid without alerting the others. Hopefully we can figure this out without playing with things we don’t understand.
Diary of a Death Knight 