After receiving word from her sister that the remains of her colleague were found near Fort Livingston, Koirah’s mind remained clouded with the many possibilities as to what exactly had happened to the late magi after he was captured by trolls. The details to his death were quite horrific.
Brant Fisc’s near hallowed out corpse was almost unidentifiable. If it weren’t for the robes he had disappeared in and that curly blonde hair, it would have been almost impossible to know it was him.
"I've re-drawn the map of Azeroth before the Sundering as best I can from memory. The original wasn't that detailed, but I didn't even have time to make a copy. We've uncovered yet another monstrous secret and destroyed all the evidence yet again."
Been a while since I reported on my training. Mostly because well… Was dealing with some news and then trying to figure out my place. I did. It is not with the blood knights. They are an impressive organization, but it is not for me. I wasn’t sure what to do. l like this path my life is on now, strange as it may seem and I didn’t know where to go.
I’ve returned to the academy again, though I’ve not yet seen Hethurin. Generally, content people have a less urgent need to talk to me than unhappy people. And from what Des has told me, things are going rather well for him lately. Which is fine, so long as they don’t mind that I show up for dinner now and then. I did agree to see some of the students, and Lani wanted to show me around her house, as well.
*You find a book in the shelf of the Wyverns Tail next to a bottle of Cactus Cider, Should you take interest in its tales, remove it from the shelf and take a gander at it, but be sure to return it to the shelf, as Gravy the barkeep holds this book fairly close to his Troll heart.
"We had enough firepower to clear the necropolis one section at a time, but it was tougher going than we expected. It was set up very differently from Thariaxxas. There were no prisoners or research facilities, and little in the way of stored food or corpses and no siege equipment, unless you count the frost wyrm they had aboard."
We finally got a chance to talk — sort of. More like, Des kind of forced the subject. I don’t mind really though, because I don’t think he ever would have otherwise. Even then he kind of tried to change the subject, he wanted to talk about wine or something. I came in to start setting up the dining room and she just kind of asked. She thinks that he is, even though he hasn’t said so. I thought that would be up to him, not her.
The green-hatted idiot of a mage let out a groan, and not a particularly elegant one at that. He rolled over in his (rather uncomfortable) bed, hand thrusting outwards into the open air, parting the branches and leaves of the bush he was currently nestled in. Certainly, his bush was far safer than back on that 'damned deathtrap of a seafaring vessel' but the bedding was far less comfy. The mage named Jim tapped as chin thoughtfully, thinking that a couch would be the perfect remedy to his issues.
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