The core of the earth

Ever since returning from my ... dream exile ... to the real world, I've been travelling like crazy. Only last week did I travel from Gadgetzan to Darnassus and Ironforge to Scholomance. All around the world it seems. I keep going at a fast pace. Am I in such a hurry to get myself killed?

My strangest journey thus far took me deep into the core of the very earth itself. The members of White Rose, it seems, have gathered clear evidence that deep inside the earth lies an answer to who we are.

The roots of the White Rose, it seems, burrow deep.

So we made a brave effort to go there, to dig out what evidence we might find... about the existence and nature of the rose. And the power of the rose.

So we went to Molten Core.

Luckily we did not have to go there alone.

The house of the fire lord Ragnaros, it seems, draws adventurers like honey draws bees. It is the glory of seeing and possibly getting killed by a such magnificent creature as the fire lord that seems to suck these people in.

So there we were, 20 adventurers ready to face the horrors of the Core. There were people of the White Rose, friends, and I guess family, and then other adventurers willing to throw their lives away.

The fact that I'm still writing my diary, proves that we were somewhat succesfull in our heroic trial. Never in my life I could have imagined a place like the Core. The toxic fumes and the heat, the fires and the lava made staying there quite difficult. Casting spells was hard when my tongue dried out. The red glow made eyes hurt. And the beasts that dwell within... The giants, the elementals and the gigantic hounds that are stronger than 20 men combined.

I know now what fear is. But I also know what is bravery.

We did not venture far, for we would have only gotten ourselves killed. We do need a bigger army if we are about to go in deeper. I am glad we can make the trip one step at a time. And I am glad all my friends are going to be around me. For if we face a horrible death, the thought of my friends around me, will keep me alive a little bit longer.

The journey to Molten Core is by far the strangest and the most dangerous I've ever taken. And it has just begun...

Not all trolls are evil...

After my ventures in the Sunken Temple, I travelled to Gadgetzan, the goblin capital in Tanaris desert. Not that I like the dry air and sand in my hair, but I had to come, since I had a meeting with a troll Yeh'kinya near here. We had to discuss about the Avatar of Hakkar, and the essence of the foul god I captured in the temple. Not that I remember what we talked... It's a bit too painful to talk with a troll.

"Not all trolls are evil. Only the evil trolls are evil. The evil trolls killed my sister. But this is not one of them." I kept repeating it like a mantra in my head.

Having hunted the killers for years now, I still have a slight problem when it comes to trolls. Allied with the orcs, they are slaughtering the forest in Ashenvale. They are terrorizing the jungle in Stranglethorn Vale. They worship creatures like Hakkar. They killed my sister.

Anger and hatred is not the answer, since not all trolls are evil.

I only wish I could believe myself.

I mean I have met evil men, and good men, evil elves even, and good elves. I do think I have met good-souled trolls, as well. Have I?

The avatar of evil

Lately I have been far more succesful in my adventures in the world of commerce than before. I do think my father would be proud to see my tailoring business thriving as it is.

Yesterday as I was in Auction House doing my usual business of selling mooncloth, I was approached by a gettogether band of adventurers. These brave people were on their way to a place called Sunken Temple, The temple of Atal'hakkar, a place where a tribe of trolls worship their vile god Hakkar. Hakkar, it seems, is a being of pure evil. The concept of their adventure was brave and a bit foolish. They were on their way to the deepest depths of the temple, trying to lure the avatar of Hakkar himself into showing up and then... kill the abominable creature.

Needless to say, I of course offered my services as a priest and joined the group of two warriors, druid and rogue. I did not even know the people but I was on a griffon flying towards Swamp of Sorrows faster than one could say "Hakkar".

I did need the action, I did need to feel the tension of the battle again.

Because I still can write to my diary, it may be needless to say that we survived and the avatar of Hakkar did not. But in my days I don't think I have faced such foes as in the temple. Not only did we face a horde of trolls but entering the temple angered four powerful green dragons.

Dragons... Seeing a dragon fly is a sight to remember. The creatures are majestic. Their whole being radiates unfathomable power. Surviving one is a miracle. Surviving four... Elune be praised!

Whatever the trolls were doing in the temple, I do hope we did put a stop to those plans. At least we left none alive.

It was probably one of the fiercest adventures in my life. My mouth is still dry after casting so many healings.

I work hard for the money

I'm trying to make honest living as a tailor, but like I've written before, my trials have not been successfull as of yet. I have this somewhat unique pattern of a cloak, which I thought might be worth something to someone. The difficult part is that I lack some of the ingredients needed to make one.

So... I travelled to Un'Goro crater, the volcano here is swarming with fire elementals. It feels good to test my strength and flex my muscles against these creatures of fire. And I even managed to drain some of the essence out of their burning corpses. Fighting makes me feel alive. And it's not like the odds are impossible. I have grown stronger after my last visit here.

Un'Goro itself is beautiful. Apart from Ashenvale and Feralas, this is one of my favourite places in the world. I love the jungle. The wild nature. The untamed, bestial nature that Un'Goro is all about. It makes me just want to rip off my clothes and run around naked and free as the animals here. And the fact that this lush, green place is between sandy and barren Tanaris and equally sandy and barren Silithus just makes me wonder... The nature takes thrives where it can.

I feel like staying here a bit longer. Maybe I could help the small settlement up north and visit the glorious crystal cavern. Then again, I could just sit here, lean on a tree and listen what the jungle has to say.

Unsuccesful selling

My first trial as mooncloth vendor did not go well. Apparently 12 gold coins is too much for four days work.

Silly.

It seems that in the Auction House there are always people who are willing to just get their stuff sold first, no matter the cost. It's a buyers market, not sellers. I wonder how the others do it?