Written in Darnassian.
I continue trying to produce reasons to remain here, and I
continue to come up with nothing. I've wanted
had to do this for some time. No longer can I remain
here while I know that some distance away our work has made little
progress. I wonder on how Adren may respond, but I've found that such
a thought is not enough to keep me here. He may worry, but in the
end, I would like to think he can respect and understand why, even if
I do not inform him.
They invited those of us that remain to some sort of anniversary
“reunion” to remember the “tragedy” that befell us. I do not
believe I've ever heard such an insult in my entire life, long as it
has been. The resources should be used elsewhere. On the effort. But
no. They wish to “respect their veterans”...
...This is the first time in some time where I have actually had
a goal, an objective. It's a series of steps, and I can follow them,
and I have a purpose again. It's an odd feeling. Yet wonderful. I
must go through that goblin town. My 'supplier' of sorts is there. An
illusionist by trade, or so he's told me via post when I've attempted
to contact him. From there I have to work towards the Blasted Lands.
We told each other we would never dig that thing up. That it was not
worth it for our intentions, good as they may be. But I will, because
I must. I see that now. I see what she was getting at. I know what
she was getting at.
…I feel disgusting for even having to take the guise of one of
those Scourged creatures, but I feel it necessary. Perhaps I've
decided on something far too complicated, but there shall be no
questions, and there shall be no direct trail. They may search for a
Death Knight, and find no one. Beyond that, should they even be
seeking an elf, than they will have difficulty finding myself. The
goblin's potions are at least good enough for that, as much as I
despised having to pay him so much for such. I will need someone to
lead me back to the area, though. Which means a witness.
There can be no witnesses. Such is a depressing fact. But such is
the way of this.
…It was brutal. But it was swift. Painful, I'm sure, but his
pain did not last. If anything, I am the one that had to suffer. I
had to cut him into pieces. Like some animal.
But I will not break the impression I am trying to convey. They will
find him, and they will blame me, and they will look, yes. But it is
better than said dwarf returning and saying anything about the item I
came to recover.
…I suppose one can now say I've killed art. Or at least an
artist. It's quite terrible that I attempt to make jokes for such a
thing, but it's to... Cope. There is some bloodshed on my hands now,
and I despise myself for it, but there will only be more in the
future. That in the future though, is deserving of it. Very
deserving.
It strikes me as almost a good thing that I am using the dead
girl as a sort of disguise. For the time that I must use her as
such(and it is worth saying that I remain impressed by the goblin's
work), I shall be forced to remember such. My removal of a flame of
life shall not be for not. That must be seen to without a doubt.
Goddess help me down the dark road I've chosen.
…I've heard some word that death knights were investigating the
dwarf's demise. Why death knights of all
creatures? Is it out of fear that they may be being wrongly accused?
Some chasing of a potential rogue member? It makes no sense.
Mercenaries, perhaps? I cannot even imagine who would hire such
things for any work involving investigation. Adren certainly would
not.
For whatever reason they may be doing so, they shall not be
finding me. My path is clear for now. I must head north again.
Duskwood shall provide a decent route. I already had to pass through
there to arm myself to be able to match up with the impression of
such knights, not that there is any proof of such. I passed on the
weapon to a man in the woods. I would hope that he would be able to
defend himself with such. He did not seem in his right mind, though.
...These people at Raven's Hill have given me the opportunity to
remain here for a time. I have decided to take said chance, and shall
use it. They seem kind enough. It is good to see. I pray that I do
not need to commit any more violence for the time being. There should
be enough to keep any investigating in the Blasted Lands. Of course,
what may go wrong, likely will. When the need arises, I shall
continue west into Westfall, and then towards Stormwind. From there,
it shall be time to return west.
It's been some times since I've returned to Darnassus. I cannot
imagine that any of these death knights shall pursue...
...The things I continued to hear were correct. At least one
death knight has been following me, trailing me. She did not identify
as to why. I had to resort to using those damned magics that I was
hoping to reserve for a later time, but I do not regret such. It was
too confined a space to use my bow. I expected more from her. She was
rather easy to slam around. If I were to guess, where there is one
there are at least other involved parties, death knight or otherwise.
She shall regret doing so. That much I can say. She was close
enough for me to make use of the goblin's concoctions. And those
around Westfall will find that “she' is very generous. Once she
pursues, it should create a decent enough distraction.
…I should not be as pleased as I am with the fact that I wasted
so much time conning and playing with them. I was correct. There is
yet another knight, a companion of the prior woman. The poor fool
questioned and threatened me, and I led him on a merry chase before
moving onto Stormwind. I shall acquire passage to Darnassus soon
enough. That should be more than enough distance.
Should these knights become a problem, I shall have to make sure
that they are one no longer before proceeding with the rest of my
work. If the rest are on par with the first, this should be easy. If
they are not, then I shall need to prepare for such a conflict.
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