June Tenth

Today… Was interesting.

Massively unpleasant, actually…  That damnedable Rastel followed me as I visited my Succubus, Siri, who I lended to Kelen Seeker at the orders of that cold-hearted bastard Liadrin, whom I also had to visit today.  Naturally, being the ass he is, he completely misunderstood my motivations behind doing what I had to, to help my family…

This is a very serious problem, and to punish myself, I’ve…

Well, I’ve stopped taking my medicines.  I can barely hear myself talk over the crackling of my own lungs, it’s becoming hard to breathe, and I can barely talk anyway.  At any rate, I’ll be off…  I’ll have to somehow get myself out of working for Liadrin.  She’s a real bastard, I fear…  Perhaps if I tell her my medicines stopped working, and she needs to rely on some other member of my family…?

Ah… This is… Going to be a difficult few weeks, I can already tell.  The Earthwalkers are beyond upset, and I’m nearly overcome with personal guilt over what I’ve been doing.  I still hope they’ll allow me to represent them at the Summit…  Though I am greatly grieved by my actions, there are not the statesmen that I am… And I am still loyal, no matter what they’ll think…

I shall write later… For now, I certainly need to lie down…  I can barely breathe.

June Third

I fear it’s been quite a long time since I’ve written in my journal.  I’ve just been so busy!  Political conferences, I’ve been writing a sermon to deliver on June 9th, adventuring… I’ve recently moved off from the Ghostlands, and begun working for the Deathstalkers in the Hillsbrad Foothills; a small town called Tarren Mill, to be exact.  For the most part, they ask I slay Human farmers, soldiers and peasants in the village of Hillsbrad Fields.  It’s an easy task, one a person of my skills is most suited to, though I fear that it’s easy to become overwhelmed by the dozens of laborers capable of doing battle, as well as their soldier support.

Still, I cannot admit that I haven’t been vaguely amused by the Forsaken I’ve spoken with.  For the most part, they’re interesting people; Centus MacManus, First of Equals of Her Most Serene Majesty’s Couriers of Compassion amuses me to no ends, and one Deathstalker in Tarren Mill was so distraught by being unable to join in on the Battle of Hillsbrad that she actually requested I bring her 30 skulls from the Humans of Hillsbrad!  I have to say, that request most surprised me.

Just the other day, I spoke once again on behalf of the Earthwalkers at a discussion of House Silvacce centered on the economy.  I fear my classical training brought me some shame, however; I reverted to my original beliefs prior to my induction into the Earthwalker, bringing shame to myself.

Still, I’m pleased to say that on the next meeting, in just five days, I shall be ready for a new meeting based on what appears to be an upcoming and inevitable war against the Alliance.  I fear this war; the natural world doesn’t need more stress, and there’s no way a war could help it.  The Orcs may respect the elements, but the earth and the forests?  Their own actions in the Warsong Gulch would suggest not.  The Forsaken, of course, would run rampant with their plague, wiping out whole regions with their vile plagues.  My own people I would’ve once trusted to handle the forests, but now?  I’m not so sure.  The Tauren are the only ones we can trust to preserve the natural order, and yet they are only one vote, one vote among many that would seek thenatural world’s destruction if it meant their own gain.

I digress again.  I shall return now to the Hillsbrad Fields from the Tarren Mill inn; I have a great many Peasants to hunt.

–Lord Gefjon Kath’demaros Shadowielder