Razormane Tribe

Today found me running toward Durotar, in search of the Razormane tribe and Dreadmist Peak. I found them with only minor difficulty, after many false starts. But find them, I did.

First, into the mountains I went, where i also found silverleaf and earthroot. It didn't take long to work my way to the top of the mountain.. and once I had done so, I began to remove members of the Burning Blade.. demon worshiping fanatics. As I took them out, I crept closer and closer to the pool at the peak.. and once there, I daringly aquired a sample. I did not, however, stay around to crow my triumph.. instead, running before the scourge there could cut me down.

After finding the Razormanes, I began to thin their numbers. I took out many of their Defenders and Geomancers, and then went in search of the swine Kreenig Snarlsnout, himself. I expected more of a challenge from him.. as he went down easily with the aid of an unknown blood elf.

In the end, I also found supply crates that had been waylaid, and along with Snarlsnout's tusk, returned them to The Crossroads.

Now, I have plans to return to Thunderbluff briefly, to train further in the ways of the druid, and to bring the Dreadmist Peak sample back to Tonga Runetotem. A few days of rest would be welcome, as well. As would word from Snog.

a pet for Kahw

There was mail awaiting me this afternoon when i roused myself from the inn. Snog sent me a letter, and a wonderous gift.. a beautiful dragonhawk hatchling. I don't know what I will call him yet.. but he deserves a name fitting of his beauty and potential.

On another note, Snog knows where I am currently. Perhaps this means he will soon find his way here. I am anxious to hear about his travels.

The Kolkar Tribe

I have spent much time of late gathering my reserves at The Crossroads, biding my time until I was ready to face battle and fulfill pledges made to others. Today, I have come some way in one of those endeavors. I sought out many of the Kolkar and thinned the ranks of their wranglers and stormers. I have done but a small service, in face of the numbers of this tribe, yet I am content in the knowledge that it is for the greater good, and not my glory, that I do this. I will face battle with them again, knowing that my task is not yet complete.. and on the day that I do, I will once more rain havoc on their numbers.

There are times that this journey becomes lonesome, though. At these times, I miss my childhood friend, Snog. I have nothing but happy memories of the times we spent together. I pray he is well, in his search for himself.. even though he is not the blood elf he always believed himself to be. One of the quirks of true friendship is in accepting your friends for who they are, whatever they are, and however they are. Thus is our bond. I hope our travels bring us together once more..

in the beginning..

in the beginning, there was the earth and the sea.. or something like that. now, there is me, set on the path of the druid. my adventures have been few enough, thusfar, and at the time, more trial and error than instructive. still, i advance slowly, and one day will become one of the greatest druids in Azeroth.

this is my chronicle.. take from it what you will.