Eragios

It has been a long while since I have wrote in this thing. Nearly a year, I'd imagine. So much has happened, but the Cedar Grimtotem people once knew and, ideally, feared - is no longer the same, and one person alone is to blame.

Eragios Wildspell.

She will pay for her crimes and be brought to justice by any means. My old friend, how could you do this to me? You were the only one I ever truly opened up to.. even Jubiyani never knew me as well as you. You were my closest friend, and it was even rumored we were more.

But no longer.

Bones and shadow clambered through the chambers of the abyssal dreamscape.  If they had a concept of 'swearing', they would have done so.  Six months in reality, that is how long it had been since that degenerate Eredar tricked them, decieved them.  Lodged part of them in the brain of that imbecile.  They could hear their lost fragment screaming, begging for oblivion rather than be trapped in the burning, holy fires that lived in the heart of that ignorant behemoth.

Eragios sat on the side of her bed, staring at the stonework wall.  It was hard to tell if it was really carved out of the stone itself, a manmade cavern, or a filled up hole with mortar and cobble partitions.  Dwarves were at that sort of thing, and the empty rooms beneath the Thunderbrew Distillery were no different.  Oop, another spider.  She threw back her glass, downing the murky contents.  This had taken up most of her night.

   I found another thing I do not do well.

   That is: nothing.

I hate her. Am I going to die here? They’re going to get me. They’ll find me.

A now broken woman, the once proud Jialle Renirn leaned miserably against a crate within the Stormwind City Stockades. Cold and bitter darkness pervaded the room of her cell, a perfect complement to the thoughts swirling her tired mind.

Maez Golad,

Prison. My Cousin. They put MY cousin in prison. This will not stand. Theyve decided harassment is better than fair law. This, too, will not stand.

Part of me wants to break her out so I can kill her myself. She betrayed the trust of a tavern and its customers to welcome and care for their patrons. She said some Kaldorei supremacist named Malyian came in with a human woman - Who Eragios of the Keepers identified as Rymenhild. Malyian asked her to poison Nyx'rael and played off her hatred of Death Knights to do it.

[This entry is written in Darnassian, and after a long break of space, the writing is much more loopy, yet almost indented, as if the quill had been forced against the parchment heavily]

So, in the past few weeks, I have...

- Planned with Tyraziol about the union. It is adorable to see him so excited and giddy. I am enchanted with everything the human does, every word he speaks, every glance, gesture.. It is all too much for me. He is a masterpiece of emotions.

- Spoke with Razagali concerning funds (by next week, I must resolve this issue)

*peers in*

*looks around*

*upends sketh-folder on to floor*

My doodles, let me show you them.

Malyian's magnificient bastardy self, now in longface.

Cyo's now defunct Hunter cow that I never finished

Era drawn at a nice, lucid 6 PM

The words written below are simple, lacking precise and painstaking accuracy, as well as their normally thallassian-flavoured twirly bits...

Mesa went missing.

The writing here is shaky, forced.   The ink on the page occasionally splothced off, making odd little night-black lakes.

I applaud you.

One spell, that's all it took.

Months of work building trust, making friends, protecting them, being protected, and you rear your head once.

I will have to say the past few days have been a great success, from my viewpoint.

Well...first, apparently Rex has been doing some talking to her superiors in the Argents, because three nights ago she came out of the house holding a tabard and told me this was mine. It was a -Crusader's- tabard.

Old faces coming back, new ones leaving. Many things have happened before I've gotten a moment to myself just to breath and think. Per the usual I don't even take a second to write them down. Bah, therapeutic this thing is not! I am so distracted, so absentminded, so-

Fretting.

I had to try it. I don't know why tonight but I had to. I couldn't sleep and I was feeling impatient. It is times like those when I wish so vainly that I didn't have to hide but I must. It isn't safe. It won't be safe for a very long time. It may never be safe.

I was on the ferry. The same ferry that I've used hundreds of times throughout my life. I can do a lot of my thinking when I am on the ferry. The slight rocking of the ocean calms me. The light lapping of the water against the boat lulls my thoughts into softer places, safer places. I'd gone back and forth from Rut'theran Village to Auberdine twice now. I am terrified and I cannot seem to make myself step off. The newly sprouted seedling weighs on my mind like a boulder, despite the fact it is not even the size of my finger and is only a plant.

It's been hard to sleep lately again. Not like it was before though. I crawl into bed, close my eyes and my mind races. I don't know how to quiet it. I can't stop thinking. Suppose I will just try to keep everything straight.

The concept of just vanishing off the face of Azeroth is an appealing one. Pack up all my things and just vanish through a portal with Emmerich, never to be heard from again. No more waiting for the axe to drop. No more glancing behind me to spot cackling Warlocks, Druids with daggers to my throat... Physically and metaphorically.

Just....leave it all.

It grows more difficult. Every day exponentially so. Ran into Xyria in Darnassus. I started to lie. I don't like lying. But then he said it was okay so I stopped. She doesn't know everything. I don't think anyone knows everything. Only Yarane knows everything. He mentioned what Nix had done to me. The rune, that we didn't know what it was. The blood was washed away so only the scab from the cut was there, but Xy said she didn't know blood magic anyway. I wish I knew what she'd done to me.

So today I was:

1. Hit by a falling infernal
2. Lit on fire. Blue Fire.
3. Lit on fire. Normal Fire.
4. Shot with a harpoon gun
5. Thrown off a cliff
6. Mauled by a stupid cat druid thing
7. Leg-hoofstomped (it's a word, look it up) (don't actually look it up)and broken
8. Nearly exploded (That one was my own fault)

And yet today was somehow still one of the best days I've had. Go figure.

'Nix'rael, why don't you punish Eragios for what she does yet you hate at me?'

'Why do we let the Druid live with everything he does?'