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As I write these lines, I am sitting on the bridge of a flying Troll Vessel that is taking us to the Twilight Peaks. It sur is strange to fly this way, but still interesting. See ya later for new adventures
As Written By Kzwx, Windling Elementalist.
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Using all my talents, I made a dust cloud appear and set myself to fire. I then used my deepest voice and announced that their passion of nature did not want them to kill those Name-Givers. "They are under my protection" I said. Since they seemed unsure wether to trust a flaming Windling as their god, I arranged to make the ground shake under their feet. THEN they understood that I was really a Passion. They promised me to free my friends by the morning. Even if I was quite confident that my little trick was a complete success, I decided that I
would watch their village all night to ensure that my
friends are safe. I know that I can stay awake all
night!Gahmil 1st 1507 TH
Boy! As I read my preceding log,
I noticed that it was not very hot. But this time, you won't be mislaid. Let me just say that: I was a Passion today! We had been walking in the Liaj Jungle for a few days, still following the compass dagger, when we were surrounded by unknown forces. Arrows and blowgun needles were flying around us. I took some "altitude" and investigated the enemy forces. As I identified the enemy surrounding us, I noticed that all my friends had fallen asleep. Poisoned arrows! The human natives that attacked us then tightened my friends and brought them to their village. They then planned on sacrificing them on the next morning. I had to do something.
As Written By Kzwx "Nighthawk", Windling Elementalist.
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Gahmil 2nd 1507 TH
As K'saro awoke me this morning, I learned the terrible fate of the Natives. Apparently, someone took one of our Cara Fahd Dagger and stabbed all villagers, one after the other. Who was it? It seems that the village leader did it. My guess is that the Curse from the Daggers has struck again... We fetched our equipment taken by the Natives, as well as some medicinal herbs, and continued our way toward the Traitor's Tomb.
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My keen sense of vision served me once more, for I found it almost immediately. The other had just settled to help the ghost when I boldly shouted: "Hey, Kragen!" I shouldn't have done that, Kragen turned around to face me and his eyes turned to a bright red. He tried to intimidate me and succeeded (or so, I faked). He then told us we promised to help him. Despite the other's hesitation and my protestations (for what reason would a traitor's ghost hide away the clue we needed, other than trick us?), Razaak burned Kragen's bones. That was the second big mistakes of the day. Kragen watched eagerly his bones burning. Intense, mad pleasure was clearly visible in his eyes. When the bones were all burned out, Kragen turned to us and said:"Now, nothing can prevent me from destroying the World. You will be the first to feel my wrath!". He was obviously convinced that he was powerful, because he ...? quite a fight. Fortunately, nothing seems to be a match for the Wandering Elements. We disposed of him after a short while. After saving the world yet again, we are on our way for new exciting adventures.
As Written By Kzwx, Windling Elementalist.
Gahmil 3nd 1507 TH
Late yesterday afternoon, we finally arrived to the end of our journey. The cemetery where rested the Traitor. It was only a matter of minutes before we found the tomb. However, an unexpected surprise was waiting for us: the ghost of the Traitor was waiting for us. (Razaak says that it is not really a ghost, but a ......... Who cares?) We looked in the Tomb, but there was no plate with the traitor's name on it. The ghost offered to tell us his name if we burned his bones. Of course, he claimed that the others betrayed him, that he was innocent, but I never really trusted ghosts, especially traitor's ghosts. While Razaak was convincing the other Wandering Elements to burn the bones, I looked around for the plate with the traitor's name.
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I was powerless to stop the horrible hellish Daemon from gaining whatever he wanted from the Blood Elf. However, my desperate actions to save Razak seemed to have an effect on the Nethermancer. A spark of wisdom lit the Blood Elf's eyes, and he threw the staff down the hellish pit! The Daemon's face changed to a deep
surprise, followed by horror, as he helplessly followed the staff down the well. "You'll regret this Blood Elf! " were the last words we heard from the Daemon. My speech, and legs, came almost instantly back, thanks to the Passions. When Razak turned back to us, we noticed that his eyes burned with the fire of his soul. I feel something has changed between me and Razak: When he looks at me, I do not see disdain anymore. He looks at me with new eyes, and so do I.
As Written By Kzwx "Ghost Teaser", Windling Elementalist.
Gahmil 18th 1507 TH
A scorched plain stretch before us.
A dust cloud raises from our feet as we walk toward
Kratas. By all the Passions, do I feel far from the
Serpent River! Suddenly, a road appeared before us!
Was it a mirage? No, the stones felt very real to the
touch. We started to follow this "ghost" road, but
four skeletal horsemen appeared out of thin air and
charged toward us! I was hit, but no blood stained the skeleton's blade. They then disappeared as mysteriously as they had appeared. At the end of the road, something very strange happened. The pavement stopped abruptly and Darakk tapped with his axe on the ground, but felt only air! There was an entrance hidden by an illusion, and, of course, we all jumped in (except for Kzwx who flew right in to scout). We found ourselves in a hallway made of black stones. We found out very soon that we were in an abandoned temple. We were exploring catacombs filled with coffins when mummies erupted and attacked us! However, Razak seemed to be able to control the monstrosities. The mummies "escorted" us to a hidden door that led to a central room dominated by a pedestal. We had barely stepped into the cathedral-like room when a dark cloud started to rise from Razaak's staff! The cloud assumed the shape of an enormous Daemon who ordered Razak , with a thundering voice, to step across the hole in the pedestal and to raise the staff over his head. Like an automaton, the Blood Elf started to obey. I could not stand and watch Razak destroy himself! The Daemon offered him eternal life and freedom from the thorns that pierce his skin, but I knew the creature was lying! I ran toward Razak
and the Daemon, but the creature cut my legs. Crawling on the ground, I screamed through tears tears of pain for Razak to turn away, but the Daemon silenced me.
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As Written By K'saro, T'skrang Swordmaster.