*This journal is dog-eared and barely keeping together. It's been repaired again and again, and several of the later pages are covered in what looks like a child's drawings.*


The sun is shining, the water is warm, and I see the shore to the south of me. Quel'Danas I think it's called. The Island where the Sunwell of tthe Blood Elves once stood. Behind me lies the frozen lands of Northrend. The last month or two has been interesting, and I was met and befriended a few of the natives. In particular the tribe of Tuskarr that took me in. Little Kar'hai has been drawing in this journal when he thinks nobody would notice. Good kid. Will do his tribe proud one day.

I could write everything I experience in this journal, and I might yet. But for now I'm noting only one thing.


I'm going home.

*Crude, childlike drawings of fish and what appear to be a sleeping troll wrapped in thick furs. One of the lines of the drawings streaks across the page, almost as if whoever was drawing had been caught doing something they should not be doing*

Character Chosen:
Xa'ru

How old are you?:
Fourty.  

Height?:
Ja got eyes don't ja? But if ja want ta be precise, seven feet two inches. Good 'eight fer a troll.

You got any bad habits?
Na'. I got 'abits, non of t'em bad. Not'in' wrong wit'' a bit of a smoke, or a bit a plunderin'...

Are you a virgin?
W'at do I look like? A gnome?

Who's your Mate?
*Narrows eyes* Ain't got one...

Have any kids?
A daug'ta'. And s'e be a c'ip of t'e old block so if ja try anyt'ing I won't need ta 'urt ja 'cause s'e will.

Favorite food?
Rum... W'at? It be'en a food!

Favorite Color?
Green... Maybe ocean blue as well.

Most Annoying person?
'ard ta limit it ta just one, but mostly I get along wit' folk, so.

Best Friend?
No Snowhoof. 'e 'as my back, I 'as 'is.

Any Secrets?
'course I do. Not likely ta tell t'em now am I?

Love Anyone?
*Eyes narrows again* Aye... But t'at be'en only for t'e Dream now.

Ever slept in all day?
'course I 'ave. Sometimes ja need a good long lie in. Like w'en ja've been nea'ly blown ta bits.

Species/Race?
Troll of Gurubas'i decent.

Crush?
Won't ja like ta know?

Favorite band/Singer?
Got a few.

Eye color/s?
Red.

Skin Color?
Green, got a problem with t'at?

Fat/Average/Slim?
I'd say slim, but t'en again most trolls be'en.

Believe in Aliens?
W'en ja 'ave at least two races from anot'a' world runnin' 'round and livin' on ja's ja'd believe in t'em too.

Natural Born, or Clone?
Made t'e old fas'hioned way.

Teeth?
*Grins*

Ever Destroyed something out of a blind rage?
Sua'. Usually wit' cannons.

Any unusual things about you?
Maybe, maybe not...

How much Food/Drink do you need in a Day?
W'ere 'as t'e rum gone?

Favorite place?
T'e open waves...

Pet Peeve?
*Scratches his head* Let's see... Um... Main one I can t'ink of be'en self-rig'tous arse'oles.... So most blood elves really.

Winter's Veil. Time for the commercial minds of Goblins to royaly screw over an ancient tradition once more. Really should just be the Tauren and Dwarves celebrating this, but hey the green shrimps will make a buck where they can, and I might be able to use this silly season to shift some goods.

So far the deal between me and Miss T has been going well, there's a regular shipment for me to pick up and drop off.

I've heard something intresting in these more under the table dealings with the Blood Elves. Seems there's a variant of Blood Thistle that's painted with some kind of resin. Some of the elves refer to it as the "Red Lady", few simply as "Vine". Supposedly the biggest hit a Blood Elf can get short of sucking on a Mana-Forge. Might be something to look into, though I've never dealt with anything -that- heavy. And the tricky part is more getting it -into- Silvermoon than out of Eversong, but the profit in it and not just from elves accorindg to hear-say. Me? I'll stick to chewing Silverleaf.


Loas. Miss T has woken up an old part of me that's long been sleeping. I don't know how long it's been since I dealt in good honest crime.

Seems I have a smuggling run set up now. Harkening back to my younger days. It's also a slightly safer form of piracy than some others as you don't run the risk of being blown out of the water (or as high a risk), nor one of being skewered when you board a merchant vessel. Not to mention the fact that you -have- a buyer for your goods and don't need to find a fence that then goes offers you less than table scraps for a five course meal.

Tuwah. Seems like a lass I can get along with and she plans on turning a profit on the blood elves' addiction. Twelve percent is not too bad either, if you consider that your average goblin end-man would offer you ten at most and would most likely try and push you down to five.

And don't even get me started on the rates goblin smugglers charge. But I won't go into that. Tuwah should have her first shipment in hand within the next day or two.






Need to see Keze again. See how her training is comming along. See if I can help her. I need to be a good father, and perhaps she'll be the only woman in my life for a while.


((Written pretty much on the bottom edge of the page, in rather small and slightly shaky hand writing))

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

I'm fucking sore, trying to fucking recover from nearly being bown to tiny troll bits. And then I get to find out that the fucking -Book- is back.

Fucking brilliant. And I can't do a Loa's damned thing 'cause I'm stuck in this bed as every move is a damned fucking -agony-.

I'm gonna recover, then I'm gonna find that Book and then I'm gonna throw it into the fucking Hand of Gul'dan! And for completeness sake I'll throw one of those fucking HUGE goblin bombs in after it.


And I don't for one second think the Pirdehoof girl was telling the truth about -not- having the fucking thing.

As a side note. Nox showed me something intresting a night or two ago. A patch of grass with burnt ashes, as if somebody had stood there smoking a cigarette. By the smell of it I'm going to venture it was bloodthistle, which means the smoker was most likely Sin'dorei, though that, drug, for lack of a better word as been finding it's way around the rest of the Horde as well. If I was still involved in the underworld I might have even considered dealing in the stuff myself.

As is, it's a possible lead as to who might have poisoned Xyra.

I'm lying here in a bed in Moonglade. Xyra's been poisoned, by who I don't know only clue I have is a letter that we found on her body.


Who ever did this is insane. If they think that even the strongest person would survive being fed a poison that was designed for them. I would love to go out there and hunt this person down, and make them suffer in ways that they'd wish they were dead. Or even that they wish they were on an Aopothecaries table instead of in my hands.

But I can't. I need to stay by Xyra's side. Moonglade should be safe, but I don't know who did this and I'm not going to budge from this spot.

Been a while since my last entry in this thing. And really, not much to tell. Been spending a lot of time in Moonglade lately, trying to get a better grip on druidic magics. It's been slow going, but I'll get there. Eventually.

I took a small break from all that to go to the Kodo a few nights ago. Keze was there. She and Kishi seemingly got the idea in their heads that they want to be sisters and that me and Vaien should get -married-. Put some major breaks on that very quickly.


Okay. Main point. During the usual crazyness at the Kodo, Keze started talking into her hearthstone. Apparently a member of the Harbingers had been injured and she was adamant that if nobody went to help hm, she would herself. So I told her I would go, but also that she should get in touch with Talash or Matojo for me, 'cause like nether I'm I going to search for a Harbinger on my own. Not to mention the fact that I had no idea what the fuck the kid looked like.

Anyway. Long story short. Ended getting the kid to the Infirmary in Shattrath, Tal having patched him up (She looked like she's been in some kind of major scrap herself. Might have to see if I can track the girl down to have a chat to her). I tried to accelerate his healing slightly, but didn't have much success. Seems that my neglegence of my shaman training has started having an effect on my abilities. Not to mention I can't find my fucking totems anywhere. Managed to stabalize the lad though, so that's -something- at least.


Now. The lad. Je's his name. Think he might be a Darkspear. And I think Kezek might have feeling for the boy, the way she wanted to rush of to save him and then stay by his side in the Infirmary. Don't know what I think about that. For one you can hardly get a good impression about what a troll is like when he's missing and arm and lying on a hammock half-awake and in shock. I'm going to have to have a chat with him when he's a bit better. And I'm going to have a talk to Keze. Speaking of which. I broke my moonstone into two pieces, or what's left of it anyway, and gave one of the shards to Keze. Should be easier for her to reach me now, for whatever reason.







I've not seen Xyra for a few days. With all the time spent in Moonglade I've not been back to the apartment the last few nights. I think I should fix that. Maybe ask her for any ideas or advice on the Keze/Je thing.