OVERBEARING, SELF-CENTERED, NO TALENT HAVING TART!

She's lucky that Rogue, Lonika Stillblade was able to step in and persuade me to spare her spleen. If you've never had the pleasure of crossing paths with this bar floozy your not missing a thing.

Trust me.

I was there sharing a flagon of grog with Raliq the Drunk, a local frequenter of The World's End Tavern in Shattrath when Haris Pilton started in on the quality of company I keep. I have thick hide, I can weather her words. Raliq is a good friend and wouldn't so much a harm a soul although he could use a bath or two. I looked her way and suggested that it would be in her best interest to continue on her way.

"That wouldn't happen to be a threat would it, you poor excuse of a hunter?" she retorted. I merely raised an eyebrow and turned back to my grog.

And then it happened.

S-P-L-O-O-O-S-H!!! "You look at me when I'm talking to you peasant!!" she yelled as a fellow patron's freshly poured ale streaks it's way down my cheeks. With Azrael springing to his feet and having drawn both my Dagger of the Netherwing and Borak's Reminder.

I'm pissed.

"Listen here starlet. If I wanted to, I could cleave your innards here where you stand, have you skinned, your hide stretched tight for drying... all before you fell to the ground ready to meet Elune..." I calmly informed her. Every fiber of my being wanting to end her very existance.

"She's not worth it Aurendar" Lonika Stillblade said. Her words took a few moments to register although it felt like an eternity. From Haris Pilton's expression, she clearly saw her entire shallow life flash before her eyes. Never have I wanted to carry through a kill more than this.

Taking Lonika's advice, I sheathed my daggers. Wiped off my face and returned to my company. You could have heard a pin drop in the Tavern other than the whimpering and sobbing of a collapsed socialite.

I stood up, paid barmaid Kylene her silvers, apologized for the mess on her floor and left the World's End.

It's going to be a good day.

"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

A Fond Farewell

Yesterday was a sad day indeed.

On August 16th in the Year of Elune, Fellow guild member Legonidas Aranian achieved the highest honor an active Alliance member could ever achieve.

Death in battle.

Yesterday, we held services for Legonidas at the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus. A quite fitting tribute to one so closely tied to his ancestry. From the composure of my fellow guild members, it was obvious that Legonidas was a well respected member of The Guild - Sterling.

A fallen hero, I knew him not. But through the words of my comrades in arms, I feel I have known him a lifetime. It would have been an honor to stand beside Legonidas in battle.

Now, from the perspective of someone new to the guild and still somewhat on the outside looking in, I can honestly say that I have never seen such respect for a fellow member of a band or warriors. Even within myself, I don't recall mourning the passing of a fellow warrior. For a warrior's death is an honor. He died so that I may live. It is my duty and my honor to carry on my compatriots legacy.

Taking a moment and remembering a fallen hero stirred emotions that are new to me. Becoming a member of the Sterling Guild is going to be quite a new experience. An experience that I will be looking forward to.

I must take my leave. There is word that the Sha'Tari Skyguard are requesting my presence in the forests of Terrokar. Until next I write-

"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Welcome Friends

"With one more scrape of her skinning knife against a freshly killed goretusk hide, Aurendar sheaths her blade, lifts a frothy flagon of Darnassian ale to her lips,wipes the foam away and turns to her Journal..."

Greetings friends.

I am the one called Aurendar. I was raised a hunter in the land of Azeroth. Teldrassil to be exact. As I write this, I am resting under the nightsky of Nagrand. This fresh goretusk kill fed my faithful companion Azrael and I well. This Hide will fetch some much needed gold pieces from the Auction House in Stormwind. Which is a day's journey from here.

Such is the life of a hunter.

"Pushing a pinch of Dwarven tobacco into her pipe, Aurendar reaches over, grabs a tinder and touches fire to bowl. The tobacco glows red with each puff..."

You see, I try to keep my life simple. But I find that ultimately, adventure seeks me out which is why I decided to record my days here in this Journal, The Hunter's Mark.

My wandering partner on my adventures is my Saber, Azrael. I happened to come to his aid in Stranglethorn Vale as a band of Trolls were attempting to end his life. "Bangalash! Bangalash! Bangalash!" They kept chanting over and over, blow after blow. The words puzzle me to this day. Anyway, after nursing him back to health, Azrael has spent a lifetime protecting me and keeping me out of harms way. I would die for Azrael.

Well, I hope you enjoy your stay and by all means, I will do my best to make time to commune with you again. But for now, Elune calls upon me. It is time for prayer and much needed sleep.

"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar