Diaries/journals

For all of the diary entries for characters within the Jade Gathering and interested in it.

Bark-bound Journal - Saturday 3rd June

<The words within this journal are neatly scripted, with tails at the end of letters and an obvious useage of a quill pen. The Journal itself seems to be constructed of hard-back paper, but is coated with a thick layer of bark. Between the bark and the original cover, a small seedling is placed, this has bloomed, and small blue flowers sprout out of the bark at perculiar angles. The paper is rough, but the pages are easy to turn, on the front cover the single word 'Journal' is engraved into the bark.

This particular entry is written upon a single piece of parchment, inserted into the Journal between two other entries. It seems in a similar text, and written by the same hand. But the paper is torn at the edges, as if this were added at a later date.>

Entry seven

Sunday 3rd June

My feelings will once again be expressed through a single piece of paper inserted into my Journal. This truly is a sad time, the Confederation has been left, stranded, in Gilneas. During a party to celebrate Captain Jonathan Delder's birthday last night, the authorities from Ashenvale marched in, demanding to take the Old Captain into custody.

We strongly objected, of course, and one of our Guards even tried to strike a sentinel. I stopped their needless voilece, and explained that the Sentinels must have been misinformed. They insisted that the information was correct, and implored us to follow to the ship that was waiting to take us to Gilneas - of where the Captain would be put under trial.

We followed willingly, sure that they were incorrect in their presumptions, and with enough explaining, Captain Delder could be excused. We boarded the boat and bid farewell to the Sentinels, whom would remain in Ashenvale. Upon getting onto the vessel, we encountered a man whom claimed to be the hired guard for Jonathan.

Ignoring all the journey, when we began to enter the Gilneas region, a hout could be heard from the crow's nest. "Reef up ahead! Abort, abort!" It was the only warning we got before the ship hit said reef and shuddered violently, the back end instantly seeming to lower in the water.

Shouts from below deck alerted us to the dire situation we had suddenly been plunged into. I began listing orders, calling out for people to to gather on the lower deck, where we would make a decision as to our next move. It was then that the Captain and one of his close friends came rushing out from the area below deck, a wave of ice-cold water right behind them.

He looked at us sternly for a moment, the dagger in his right hand dripping with fresh blood. We also stood, paralyzed, looking at the Captain for what seemed like a full minute. Then he turned, jumping off of the side of the boat, straight into the dank, dark waters below.

Others followed his lead, also plunging into the water; seeing Captain Delder's attempt at freedom as an excuse for them to do so personally. I let loose at deep, pained sigh before following their lead, also jumping into the water. The waves enveloped me, pulling me down into the icy depths, struggling to keep me under for as long as possible. I resisted, kicking up.

<It is here that the writing style chages; making it obvious that there has been a change of hand. The writing is jagged, a little rough around the edges, and the ink is heavier in some places than others. There is something genuine about this slanted, sharp orthography, as if the person has rushed and hesitated all at the same time.>

My mother said ‘today is irrelevant; think about tomorrow’. So that’s what I did, I always thought about tomorrow. I found strength in ‘what may’ and ignored ‘what was’. This was my motto, my training, my life. Think about tomorrow, because today is irrelevant.

Except, it isn’t, is it? Today IS important. It never used to be, but then, you’ve changed that, haven’t you? You’ve changed my perspective. I find the present important now; I savour every second of it, and care little for what the future may hold.

The present has you in it, after all. Why would I care about anything else?

I think I might l- <the writing here is hastily scribbled out, undecipherable.>

Take this as a keepsake, Malvor. Few people could spin my life’s approach on its heels quite like you have.

- Elusi Swiftriver

<The change of text finishes here, and no more words can be seen on the small, inserted piece of paper.>

Here is my first entry of the unpublished diary entry's I have, feel free to send me a message if you think I can improve these in any way.
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After a lot of thought I have decided that it is time for me to pick up my training again. I know that I still have a lot to learn and of coarse I want to learn more, and it has been far to long without a Shan'do to guide me in my path.
Although I am also learning new things on my own, It would be far better to have a teacher. That would most likely speed up my training and after much consideration I have  decided to ask the advisor.
But I am still thinking of how will I ask, one can't simply demand training.
I hope he will take me as he is a wise elder and he appears to have the ability to make people think rather then telling them something. Although this may be confusing at times I have the feeling that I will learn much more from it then having someone simply telling you something. 

Now that I am thinking about it he has already struck me with his wisdom while we where on the ship. I must be some kind of fool for not asking further when he told about his teaching. The next time I have the change to talk to him again I will ask if he would take me. As his thero'shan.

<thus ends the entry>

<the following is a diary entry from when Ilidia was young (around 200years ago), the writing holds a few flaws and appears to be that of someone still learning to write. Also the paper have fresh tears on it, making some words unreadable as the wet ink combines with the tears>

Something terrible has happened today, I have lost my little brother.

My parents asked me to look after him, but while I was talking with a merchant he slipped of. When I found out he was gone I started looking around the harbor, after about half an hour of searching I warned my parents and they helped look for him. When me and my parents returned I noticed that three of the ships where sailing off. Seeing this I pointed at them while expressing my concern about him being on them to my parents. They only looks at me in anger as they kept glancing around for my brother, after a moment they said lets hope not. We asked all who we saw about him but nobody knew where he was.
We still remain in the harbor for tonight, perhaps we can find him tomorrow and in the mean time my parents refuse to speak to me in anger. And I can't blame them I understand what error I have made, o why did he had to sneak off while I was looking at those books. <tear over name> where are you? Please take care of yourself and find your way back. I do not k<tear> what our pa<tear> will do when we <tear> unable to find <tear>  I want you back. <tear> please come back to me, this burdens to much for me to hold by myself. You are gone and our parents are angry at my for it.

<the following section almost as big as that above is fully covered by tears apart from the end>
please come back to me, your loving sister Ilidia.

<This letter is thorn out of her diary and rolled up and pushed in to an empty bottle. Witch has been closed and thrown in to the ocean, wink for salyan.>

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Sunday 17 Jun.

So here we are in the middle of ways the ocean with no to controll this ship. The crew abbanden   the ship along with the captain During The storm yesterday, and all off the sails have broken.
I hope druid Thornbark is right, but i am certain he can use a compass. For if he does not there is no telling where we would end up. On the bright  Side there is eneugh food and water to keep us alive for a while time.
It has been Disturbing to see Malvor choke, telling us we would end up like captain Delder. Druid ashtree is right he needs to get over it and regain his balance. For not many will follow a man that chokes in such a situation, it also does not improve his chance to become a archdruid. Shan'do I know you will never read this but focus on what must be done, you can't save a world this way.

<thus ends the entry>

<the following is a diary entry from when Ilidia was young (around 200years ago), the writing holds a few flaws and appears to be that of someone still learning to write.>

Is has been 3 days ago that I have lost my little brother, after the search my parents have barely spoken a word to me. They must be very angry angry at me but why do they not express it? For some reason I do not understand they refuse to give in to their anger and now they remain silent, normaly I would be walking in the nature with my father as he speaks of the nature around us.
I hope that they just give in to their anger to get it over with, the tense is just so strong it... I do not know how to describe it but it is taking a lot of my mind. I feel so much things like the anger at myself for loosing my brother and the sadness from it, but I also feel sad for my parents. It must be so tough to lose your son like this.
Perhaps they will yell at me tomorrow when we go back to our home or at least talk to me again.

They gave up the search for him, as everything has been looked at, every house and every person here spoken to. It is to our belief that he somehow got on board on one of those ships, but none knew where they where going. They spoke of mad men that where chasing a ghost, although they assured us that was not litelery. Aperently they where looking for some race called the pandaren, I do not know what will happen but I hope that they will take good care of my little brother.

<the ink starts to become lighter as if the writer is almost out of it.>
It feels wrong to leave this place without him even do there is nothing we can do for him. Stay save little brother and may Elune watch over you.

< From here there are marks on the paper showing signs of writing but there is no ink making it imposibol to read.>

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13th of august

Every thing hurts and I feel so weak after what happened in he dens, why did my little brother do that to me. And how did I came out of there, it felt like I was dying. I have yet to see another from the jades, I feel so confused and left alone. And yes I feel sad after what happened, Elune guide me for I feel so lost.

I do not know what to do nor do I feel like doing anything other then to just let go and cry, why did you do this to me little brother I never gave up hope to find you again..

Forgive me if I'm missing something here, or should have paid more attention to previous articles; but you mention "the jades" here, even though this was written 200 years ago. Is there a reason for this?

O crap I used the wrong template there... This is a entry for today.

Alright, fair enough.

And I've just realised that I can edit your posts to make them say what I want them to! xD

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I have seen captain Nyllen and a wounded Druid Rockwood, we where taking care of Malvin when a red wisp came out of his chest.
in my curiosity I followed it's movement, but then it passed true me and I heared my brother again, could it be the wisp that torments me or insist my brothers work? Only time will tell Who is tormenting me, for now I must try to get myself out of this depression.

Perhaps Nyllen his advice could aid me with this, although thinking of the good times I had with my little brother do not chance that I lost him. And that is what I am confronted with now, I could do with more advice.perhaps meditation might give me a new insight, why is this happening when my Shan'do and Malvor are away. No I must do it myself, there is no need to involve others in my pain.

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Malvin what have I done, in my thirst for knowledge about my brother I handed you to them. My plan to defend you failed miserably, and they where able to bring back the worgen inside you.

Trust me I will not leave you to your fate it has been my fault and I will redeem myself by freeing you from your curse or die trying. For my foolishness has led to this, I now know that it is not my brother that haunts me. It has something do to with those red wisps. I will find a way to bring you back. The time for sorrow is over, it is now time to akt. I will return to the moonglade tomorrow after I have had a good night's rest, wait for me and I will show you what I can do.

<The following is written with quick scratches making it hard to read, perhaps the writer is bad or might it be a injury.>

What a strange turn of events, yesterday I was fighting Malvin his inner worgen and those strange red wisps. And now I am back in the corrupted lands of Felwood. Perhaps I should have waited before going in to combat, I was still recovering and I was beaten last night. Strangely enough Malvin found his own way back in to the waken world and he did not only heal me, he also saved me from the torment his inner worgen would give me.  I road in to combat before I was ready.

I have been thinking for most of the night and most of the pieces fit together now, something is corrupting the land with those wisps. And if the worgen was telling the truth their is someone behind it. When I am done here I shall inform the Shan'do about what I have learned. For now I will stay and let the worgen hunter do his check up on me.

I wander how Malvin is doing, would he already have been able to travel to Darnassus and what would he tell the Shan'do? Only  time will tell.

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Did those red wisps follow me?
Last night I heard my little brother, he was standing behind a tree asking. "why?" When I looked around the tree I saw him but before I could say anything he disappeared again. Is this the work of those red wisps? Or is it something else?

I spend last night to think about this but I have yet to discover what is happening, i also had a strange dream. I saw a Kal'dorei fighting some kind of strange being that I never saw before, I do not know if it means anything or is even related to my little brother. It could have been just a dream or is it another red wisp? Or is it something here in Felwood that is playing with my mind?

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I have so many questions, but I can find little to sooth my mind. I will stay here for one more day with or without seeing that man again, I can not take much more of this and I will return to the others in Darnassus. Perhaps there I can sooth my mind, for now my mind is raging with questions. And my feelings are pulling me back in to a depression, perhaps some meditation will sooth my mind.

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I have just returns from the barrens, we where supposed to return yesterday but out hippogryphs where stolen. Do to that we where forced to stay in the Barrens for the night. It is save to say that there was struggle between us, perhaps the heat was getting to us.  I to felt frustrated to see that others where observing our surroundings in stead of making a fire, or looking for food. My arms still hurt from hauling those rocks around, to the Wailing caverns. I did not expect to come there, it was hard to see my fathers grave after what happened the last weeks. It simply stacks with the sadness I already had, why is this all happening so soon to each other. I would not be so sad if I had the time to work it out,  I must look to the future with my head held high. But first I will have to sooth my mind.

After we spend the night in that place we took off towards Ratchet, where we did not only find our hippogryphs but captain Delder his brother as well. If he was not the captain his brother I would have suggested to thank for for the supplies by taking what was ours by force. We made a trade, we went after a mirror for him, a gift from his brother. It was harder then we assumed, one by one the bird was able to bring us down from the path. After Malvin was able to get the mirror back, we where asked to withdraw to give Malvor and Delders brother time to discuss. We went back to Ratchet where we entered the bar for a drink, I went to get the drinks but s Goblin bumped in tome, spilling it's drink over me. We started to argue where I was still in a emotionally unstable, I felt angry at it and I started to insult the Goblin. From there it went wrong and a fight broke out between us and alliance sailers, a number of Goblins and a bunch of Orcs. Somehow we managed to get out of there alive after knocking a few of them out. Looking back I think it was wrong to spit on that little Goblin while he was knocked out.

Perhaps I should think about this and see what I can learn from it.