Rymenhild

There’s been a lot of stuff going on lately, but I’ll talk about that some other time.  All you’ve got to know for now is that I’m staying in Niami’s apartment in Dalaran.  Ni gave me some tea to help me sleep cause I told her I was having nightmares the other night and I don’t know exactly what kind of leaves were in there, because I had some weird ass dreams. 

The usual sloppy writing.

I got good stuff happening!  A little bad stuff but so much good stuff that the bad stuff don't matter no more.

First I write the bad stuff cause I just want to get it out of my head.  I write with my hand but it gets out of my head too.  That's so weird.

The very small, gnome-sized journal looks quite clean and formal, as does her writing.

This entry's writing is the usual sloppy stuff.

Everything is so bad!

I'm going to write as much as I can.  Even if it makes my hand hurt.

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.

I need to find Nallaen, so I can ask him when he's good to come over for dinner. Did he ever say what food he liked? Other than a strong dislike for any baked goods, and liking alcohol a lot...

I suppose I'll get a chicken, everyone likes chicken, right? There was also this recipe I found that I wanted to try out, so that works out as well. Hm, so, chicken, some greens... I could ask Nallaen to bring his own choice of booze, and if not, we can always go to the winery next door and pick something there.

Dear Fierine,

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.

I really do hate waiting. I was never one to sit on my haunches, even back before I made myself a fugitive. I'm not content unless I'm in motion, actively moving myself further towards my destination, physically or otherwise. I guess that's what's really starting to get on my nerves now. All this waiting around. If people think being the bad guy is exciting, they need to wake the hell up. Seems like all I do these days is sit and talk about plans with people I don't even trust.

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.

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.

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.

What the hell happened to the plan?

None of this was supposed to happen. None of this should have happened.

'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?'

Got promoted. Well, sorta. Half promoted, took on a new piece a' the job anyhow. S'my job to see to it that problems get fixed. Shit, I'll just say it plain, s'my job to see to it that folks that need to die, die.

Miles ain't happy. Won't say it but he ain't happy. Oh well. S'pose my first order a' business is to get all this shit straightened out with this warlock fella, who's dumb as hell and has it comin'. Name's familiar, from somewhere, but I can't rightly recall. Connected to Nat, maybe.