( ((Rubbish!)) )

• Speak with the bartender in the Howling Fjord to determine his supplier for Cherry Grog and Don Carlos Tequila.  If it's cheap enough I will look into investing in both products.
• Reorganize the stock, consolidate and push older vintages to clear room for new.
• Travel to Shattrath for the next Darkmoon Faire to arrange the next shipment of Reserve and Beer.

Zoella is the typical druid, except for one thing: she doesn't walk around with her nose in the air.  Though apparently Gelles and I are more alike than I first thought in that we both are stiffly formal, as was pointed out by Zoella with her charming use of the phrase, "You both have a stick up your dress."  I calmly informed her she was wrong--Gelles doesn't wear dresses.  She laughed. 

I was uncertain of her until that moment.  Not that I need my ego stroked to trust someone, but more that I need to know someone is genuine.  It's hard to tell with elves sometimes.  At least it is in my experience.

I returned to Shattrath to inform Gelles that Zoella could help Xyra, but we needed to bring Xyra to the Azeroth to do it.  Neither she nor I realized until Zoella informed us, that Xyra's body was cut off from her spirit while it was in Outland.  It explained why her body started having trouble, however.

Gelles is preparing Xyra's body for the journey and eventual recovery.  We've no idea what  is happening, but if her spirit is slowly separating from her body, there could be problems with her mind.

Xyra had better be okay, or Gelles won't have a chance to slice Allorna to pieces, because I'll hit her with a shadowbolt so hot, it will melt her bones.

I've not written a personal journal in a very long time.  I've been too distracted.  I'll sum up what's been happen because honestly I don't want to drive myself into a fit of rage yet again over this stupidity.

1) Xyra has been in the Emerald Dream for months.
2) It turns out Xyra's zealot of a sister (Allorna) is keeping Xyra in the Dream.
    A) Allorna's keeping Xyra in the Dream to combat the Nightmare.
3) Allorna has been absent from the Dream, where she said she'd watch over Xyra
4) Gelles and I finally tracked down Allorna
5) Allorna told Gelles everything was fine
6) Gelles discovered Xyra's BODY was missing from the burrow den.
7) Xyra's "brother" shows up out of the blue and tells us about how Allorna's been having Xyra help combat the Nightmare and that we shouldn't worry.
     A) Xyra's "brother" turns out to be a merc Allorna hired to keep us away from her.
9) The merc's name is Tacq and he ends up helping Gelles get Xyra's body back from Allorna
10) Xyra's spirit is still in the Emerald Dream and according to Allorna she'll die unless we can put her spirit back into her body.
11) I'm attempting to find a druid named Zoella who might be able to pull Xyra from the Dream
12) Xyra's body is slowing down even more now that she's on Aldor Rise.

This Zoella woman had better not be like every other elf besides Xyra and drive me insane or I'm going to death coil her and walk away.  I am NOT in the mood for stupidity.

I need a cup of tea.

[[Droplets of a brown liquid seem to have been splattered across the page and left to dry.]]

I knew it.  I'd say I told you so, but honestly Gelles half believed me already.  And she was honestly to the point of spitting nails I believe, which is very unlike her.  She was agitated and prone to lashing out at me for simple observations.

And just what was I right about?  Why Xyra and her sister doing something terrible to her.  Now technically we don't know if Xyra is harmed in any way, however, she is missing from the den. Gelles discovered it right after she spoke with Allorna and was apparently told all is well.  Does Allorna know Xyra is missing?  No clue, Gelles is suppose to be finding out.  Though honestly if things don't stop looking suspicious I'm going to track that wench of a druid down myself and curse her within an inch of her life until she tells me what I want to know.

Gelles and I set out soon in order to find Allorna.  I do not know yet what we will find, but I am prepared to find the worst, including discovering that Allorna is under the thrall of some ancient god and is keeping Xyra captive because she believes Xyra to be the key to releasing the god.  With my luck, it will be even worse than that, though how much worse it could be I cannot fathom.  I'll be relieved if all it turns out to be is Xyra's sister is a raving lunatic and keeping her prisoner within the dream.

Which reminds me.  How can we pull Xyra from the dream without Allorna's help?  That is, if we need to.  I could, perhaps, be just a tad bit pessimistic.  Then again, I could be just a tad bit taller.  Neither, I think, will happen any time soon.

NTS:  Ignore Griftah the next time I work on imbued netherweave.  That bloody troll doesn't shut up, even if I've no clue what he's jabbering on about, he still makes with the sly remarks in his heavily accented common.  Tingbalangs indeed!  And I do NOT smell!

Date: April 16th
Place: Scryer's Tier, Shattrath City
Subject: Conversation with Gelles

• Spoke with Loganaar in NIghthaven, directed Gelles to Forest Song
• Gelles met a druid in Forest Song named Zoella, she had a few pieces of information
  
• Zoella herself was in the dream and her experiece was different from what Allorna's seems to be
• Allorna's been seen skulking around Forest Song as well as a place called "Bough Shadow".
• "Bough Shadow" is a borrow den much like the one Xyra is in. 
  
• Gelles went to "Bough Shadow" and found the Green Dragon flight and a portal to the Dream near by

We travel to Forest Song within the day.  I know not what we'll find, but we hope to find Allorna.

These letters, a copy of one and the original of the response from a week ago, feel like the start of something foreboding~











I met with Gelles.  She believes that Allorna's absence may simply be a part of her being a female druid.  The male druids had a pact with Ysera, yet the Tauren and the female druids were only recently added to the Cenarion Circle.

Still.  I've asked Gelles to talk with the Druids in Nighthaven and ask after Allorna.  I'd like to hear it from Xyra's sister herself that everything is well and as it should be.  As Gelles and I have both observed, Xyra has a knack for gathering trouble--apparently she can now do it while unconscious.

Xyra has been on my mind as of late, so I went to her burrow den.  Her sister is not there.  I'm not sure if I should be worried or not.  I've no clue how to contact her and the druids in Nighthaven simply regard me with distaste and pretend they don't know common.  Pricks.

I'm going to search the villages in Darkshore and Ashenvale, perhaps she's around.  I'd like to know how Xyra is doing, she seems to be undisturbed except for her cover changed on occasion.

I've been busy studying on the Scryer's tier as of late.  After that bloody two months in the Marsh I'm happy to enjoy creature comforts again.  I ran into Sorra of all people.  It's odd seeing her.  Xyra and her were close.  She seems to be doing well.  She's regained her magic and all that and seems to be happy and content.  She has someone, I could tell by the ring she wore.

I tried the whole, loving someone bit.  He ran off.  I think once is enough.

I wonder how the Mosaic is doing now that Xyra is gone.  Well I hope.  I heard they opened a tavern, maybe I should go for a drink, I haven't been to Stormwind in months.

Auxilio Ab Alto is the name of the group that I signed on with.  Paramilitary is the best term to describe them.  Dear, sweet hellfire what did I get myself into?  I'm not military material.  I don't even know how to use this blasted dagger I carry around with me.

So. Stupid.

I met the Kurenai tonight.  Well, some of them, obviously not all of them.  They are the Alliance allies in Nagrand.  And I talked with some of the Consortium there in Nagrand.  Apparently they're rather interested in getting outside help.  They claim taking horns from the elekk is not poaching.  Not that I care all that much, but I'd rather not have the Kurenai and the blasted Orcs coming to string me up because I killed a few ugly animals.  And they are ugly.

I am glad to finally be dry and stench free.  I've been working on my enchanting and tailoring again.  It will be nice once I can finally make something decent again.  I do miss Xyra's skills with alchemy.  I could use her potions now that I'm moving into more dangerous territory.

Oh wait, I have to gather water motes.  Blast.  I swear I'll never be dry again.

The Consortium are worse than the Steamwheedle Cartel back on Azeroth.  Yet they have a certain style, a certain ruthlessness that I cannot help but admire.  It reminds me a bit of Xyra.  Behind all of that bravado she always showed, she was still just as ruthless as the next person when it counted.  Unlike the Ethereals, however, she did have emotion to temper that ruthlessness.

Things have not been the same without her around.

And this talbuk just ate a page from my journal.  

I've changed my mind, I don't want one of those miserable beasts.  I can't have the damn thing eating my work!

I've spoken with a few Scryer Scholars and apparently my blade has quite a bit of power in it.  Whether that will result in good or bad things remains to be seen.  For now, I'll keep a close eye on it and how it affects me.

[[The rest of the page is covered with notes on Time and the Bronze Dragonflight.]]

I was more tired than I thought, that previous journal was full of brilliant stupidity.  Though I must say I do rather like this shiny, if oddly shaped, dagger I am now in possession of.  Apparently it has the ability to slice through time.  What that means, I've not a clue, but I'll be finding out soon enough.  I'll take it to one of the Scryers in the library and go from there.

Gods I'm bored.  I've been hearing talk of a group called The Consortium.  Curious lot, but they're neutral in most things.  And apparently they pay very well if one is willing to do some work for them.  Xyra mentioned them briefly this past summer, perhaps I'll with someone at their outfit in Nagrand.

Apparently I'll be near their outpost while farming the bazillion water motes I require to make these blasted new clothes I'm working on.  I remember when rune cloth was in such an abundance and so much easier to work with.  Though I cannot complain about the imbued nethereweave material, it's so strong and full of magic, it's like wearing magical armor when I put the clothing on.

I broke my vow to Xyra and summoned Zahna.  She is not the same, at all.  It's like Xyra broke her will before banishing her.  She stares at me blankly as if she's never seen me before.  When when I give her a command in Demonic, she does as she's told.  I am not sure how I feel about that, but I believe it is better this way.  Her having a personality that was almost human resulted in harming everyone around me.

To Do List:

• Terrorize the Ogres in Nagrand for their beads and cloth.
• Terrorize the water elementals for their motes.  (Slightly creepy if you think about it.)
• Find The Consortium
• Sell Blackened Soul to The Consortium
• ???
• Profit
• Buy something stronger than tea to drink
• Scare the orphans in my spare time (not really. well, maybe.)

So I had to save Thrall.  What. The. Fuck.

Nice guy though.  Good warrior.  Shaman.  Orc.  Thing.  Whatever.

I need sleep.  This time traveling wipes you out.

I have way too much to catch up on.  Where do I start?  I'm never going into Zangarmarsh again.  Never.  So, I believe it's time I moved on to Nagrand.  Fluffy beasts and elementals and orcs, oh joy.  It's a good thing shadow words on just about everything.  And fire works on most.  Perhaps I'll acquire myself one of those fluffy talbuks from there.  They're rather cute, in a horned, furred sort of way.  Perhaps they'll be less temperamental than Flare, cute and scaly though he is.

I need more netherweave as well.  These rags that I've been forced to wear just won't do.  And, now that Xyra is gone and I've sort of abandoned Iridiah's guild, though it was more out of inability to contact them, I need to find a new group.  But whom?

((Time to level my warlock out of her rut.  LFG Durnhold? ))

I hate Zangarmarsh.  I was lost there for at least two bloody months and I swear I'll never get this stench out of my damn hair or skin.  Feh.  Daggerfens can all die in hellfire.  I'll even assist.  Bloody Ogres thought they'd have some fun with me at one point.  No way in Nether-blasted HELL will I ever let another Ogre touch me again.  That war party died a painfully, slow, agonized death.

I need a cup of tea.  And a bath.  Bath first maybe.  Definitely.

[[The rest of the page is covered in spell notes, power words and symbols and the occasional curse in demonic.]]

I haven't been able to bring myself to write in here since Xyra was hurt and Allorna informed me that her outlook was not good.  I am angry with Allorna for keeping Xyra hidden, though I can understand why she did it.

I should try to find Gelles.  I'd like to hear what happened and how Xyra was before they sent her to the Emerald Dream. 

Allorna must have sent me something right before she went to the Dream herself.  I received a package around a week ago; looks like it was lost for a bit.  It had Xyra's Argent Dawn tabard and a note from Allorna.

Xyra and I have been friends for six years.  Such a short time for a Night Elf.  Such a long time for one such as I.  I don't know that I'll be seeing her again.  My life is shorter than most humans because of the Fel taint within me, though perhaps I've survived being a warlock longer because of that taint.  Regardless, I believe it's too late to turn back.  I only wish I could spend these last 10-20 years of my life with my best friend.

I miss her.  I miss her grin and her laugh.  The way she talks and gestures.  Her sense of humor and her keen intellect.  Her willingness to do whatever it takes to be there for a friend.  I'm biased I suppose, but I've never had anyone, except for my parents, devote themselves to making sure that I'm okay and to finding me when I got lost.

Last night I took Xyra's tabard with me to Winterspring.  The Mosaic was holding a holiday party there, but all I saw was Niainde, that giant of an elf, blushing about being in a skimpy red outfit and everyone else standing or sitting and steadily drinking.  What fun.  Graen was there, as I'd hoped, so I offered my apologies for interrupting and asked to speak with Graen.

I can see why Xyra likes him so much.  She truly looked up to him.  And that's why I gave him Xyra's tabard.  I probably won't be around when Xyra awakens, but he should be.  I understand Dwarves live long lives too.  He seemed sad about Xyra being gone, well as sad as Graen can seem anyway.  If only more of us could be like that, always able to look on the bright side and not become mired down with worries.

After I left Winterspring I found myself flying to the Moonglade.  I found Xyra's barrowden and-[[The rest of the words seem to be smeared, the page crinkled from moisture.]]

I'll miss that elf.

No more sounds of boars in season, for now.  Thank the gods, that got old real fast.  Reisha has been here every day, dilligent and back to her smirking, normal self.  Perhaps I'll just let things slide for now.  She seems okay.  I'll just keep an eye on her and confront her if she starts acting strangely again.

Xaiden sent me a letter, asking for my help.  I'm shocked.  I agreed to meet with him, but from what I've been hearing, he's been something of a shock to his trainers, picking things up and hardly needing guidance.  I've also heard they are worried he's going too fast and doesn't seem to bother heeding warnings about such a thing.  I won't bother telling him.  I learned the hard way, the very hard way, and if he's that stubborn, then he can learn the hard way too.  I'll assist him, but I won't be offering unsolicited advice either.

Allorna hid Xyra somewhere.  I have no bloody clue what is going on, but I'm getting annoyed really quick with that druid's high-handed treatment of Xyra.  Yes, she's your sister, we know.  We're her friends, you know the people she cares about and came to know while you were gone for that past 7 years?  We'd like to help too.  Apparently, though, she sent a letter giving Xyra's prognosis and asking for those who want to help, to send a letter.  I sent one, for all the good it'll do.  Bloody elves.  I give up.

Reisha came early in the morning last week, so instead of trying to discuss shadow philosophy to the moans and grunts of strangers (it did quiet down after those first two days), we took our studies outside, to the edge of Terokkar and had a hands on lesson.  That forest is strange compared to the ones on Azeroth, but it's rather growing on me.  Reisha seemed restless, but was none the less, attentive and picked up quickly on what I was trying to get across.

Some find it odd that a shadow priest would come to a warlock for training.  Yes their spells are much different from what I deal with, but only in the execution.  The spells are still powered by shadow and the intentions are the same, regardless of the means and methods used.  Reisha still trains with her priests in Silvermoon, however, so she does know how to heal and rather well considering her focus is still shadow.

I asked her if there was something wrong that day.  She gave me a blank look for thirty seconds, then smirked at me.  "What makes you say that," she asked.  I told her it was her behavior, while she's grasping things easily enough, she seems distracted and perhaps a bit out of sorts.  Her aqua colored eyes, which are a bit strange for blood elf, seemed to darken.  She said something about needing to do some research and excused herself.

Ever the curious sort, I wondering exactly what was wrong with her.  Perhaps I'm too nosey, but I've grow rather attached to her smirking face and her eccentric ways.  She's a strange one and does things that are rather odd and out of nowhere, but I honestly think I prefer her company to most others, especially as of late.

She returned yesterday morning after another weekend absent, which is fine, I enjoyed the break and worked on some of my research.  I even looked into that Sorra Phoenixwind's situation, regarding portals and the like.  There are times when I miss studying things that have nothing to do with Fel magic, so that little jaunt to the library and the few hours I spent reading up on portals and magical accidents were pleasant.  I didn't find anymore than Sorra had.

Yesterday Reisha seemed to show another side that I'd not seen before; Sadness.  I tried prying what was wrong out of her, but direct or indirect, she wouldn't say a word beyond the fact that something triggered a memory from her past.  I have no clue what the trigger nor the memory was, but she left in the same way she came, as if rain clouds were pouring on her.  I'm getting concerned for my pupil, but what can I do if she won't talk to me?