Starting to fit in.

It's been a good month since re-joining the rank and file of raiders within my guild of Summit and things are finally beginning to smooth out. I'm finally gearing up nicely and am starting to contribute a bit more to our excursions within the dungeons of Northrend.

I do have a ways to go yet. I am currently hard at work training on my speed and accuracy of the arrows I let fly. The bosses I face lately are pretty adept at dodging my shots. With practice and time, I should improve things a great deal.

In between my training, I have been hard at work gaining favor with a strange race I happened upon in Sholazar Basin. They speak very broken common but I was able to understand that they call themselves the Oracles. While assisting them yesterday, I was given the gift of a "mysterious egg"? High Oracle Soo-Say assured me that given time, a wonderous "shiney" would be produced from the egg. "What the hell, I thought. I had room in my bags. I decided to hold on to it to see what becomes of this errr..... gift.

Other than my toils of reputation grinding, I have been working on some of my leatherworking skills. I am finding myself short on gold lately and I honestly believe that it should come in handy!

Oh! In other 'Aurendar News', while out hunting, I came upon a wonderous saber with evil glowing red eyes. He was none to happy about my presence there and made that fact quite known. With a little patience and time, I had the kitty eating out of the palm of my hand. Chalk up another mark to the skills of those in Ironforge that trained me in the art of taming the beasts of Azeroth!

So now, I take him out and teach him the finer arts of battle and the training is coming along just fine! I couldn't help myself, I named him Bloodshot as he looks like he just awoke from a rowdy night of partying with the dwarves and their potent dwarven stout!

He's a good kitty and will serve me well. Anyhow, I am off. I must gather some food for lunch. Azrael looks hungry and bored.

Until next I write,
"Ande'thoras-ethil"

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
~~Aurendar

What was I thinking...

Greetings fellow Azerothians.

Aurendar here and this morning I find myself relaxing in the park with Azrael here in Dalaran. I cannot seem to take my thoughts off of the events of last night. You see, we ventured into Naxxaramas to take on the Military Quarter.

The good news? We (and I use that term loosely) were successful in defeating the denizens of that wing. We emerged victorious. The bad news? It was no thanks to this humble hunter.

I seem to be in a slump and frankly, I am not happy about that at all. My comrades are well seasoned and well geared to contribute to the successes needed to defeat the nightmares that wander that dreaded necropolis. I however am not yet prepared for such an exploit.

I have written a memo to the leader of this band addressing my concerns but unfortunately, I fear that he will not recieve it. The postal service here in Azeroth seems to be having some issues lately.

My intent is to refrain from attending these battles until which time I can properly gear myself for what lies ahead. My fear is that my utter presence there is more of a hinderance rather than a benefit. Riding on the coat tails of these heroes is something that I can not nor will not do. For that reason, I will bow out of these adventures and opt for finding more suitable battles. Once Azrael and I are more in line with the bosses Summit face then, and only then will I have something to contribute to the team.

Today, I plan on seeking out adventurers that require the assistance of a hunter at my experience level and with some luck, I will inch closer to the holy grail.

Raiding with Summit once again.

Your's
~Aurendar Moonstrider

Off To A Start...

Well...

Where do I start. I ventured into a dungeon the locals call The Nexus yesterday. I had the opportunity to visit there with some members of Summit. Unfortunately, we did not have a Tank with us so we decided to go it using my trusted pet gorilla Thumper. Everything was going well until we ran into Grand Magnus Telestra. She gave us a fight. The first attempt at her failed miserably. After regrouping, we managed to best her. Unfortunately soon afterward, some members of the party had to depart the dungeon hence we had to crawl back out.

Alas, it was fun whilst it lasted. I only wish I were more experienced in the art of tanking. Thumper is good but nothing compared to that of a highly skilled warrior, paladin or Druid. I am currently in search of some brawn to lead us back in. I hope to find a recruit today.

In other Aurendar happenings, my first full day as a "Summitite" was fulfilling. Catching up with old friends and making new ones brought me joy. It is good to be in the company of those that have a goal to achieve. OH! I visited the Stormwind Auction House and discovered that Blacksmiths have discovered how to craft a belt buckle that accepts gems of any color! I readily purchased one with a gem that grants me +32 Attack Power! This will definitely come in handy in my journey to raiding with Summit. After doing some power shopping through the rest of the Auction House, I decided to catch the ferry to Northrend and get Azrael some excercise. A group of elite elementals in the Troll land of Zul'Drak fit the bill. I was also fortunate enough to gather some crystallized air. Important materials in my leather working recipes.

Well. Just another day in Azeroth! I hope to write soon with some better news on the dungeon fronts!

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

A Happy Day Indeed!

Whilst taking care of business in Dalaran, I ran into the leader of Summit. (A confession, it was NOT by accident!) A conversation ensued and I was soon offered a position amongst their ranks! I have not been this happy in a long long time.

You see, I had left the guild in pursuit of other opportunities. Unfortunately, I found those opportunities somewhat lacking within the realm. Normally, if you were to leave the ranks, your chances of regaining that position become rather uncertain. The gods have smiled upon me this day and I am now a member of the best group of heroes within the realm!

My work is cut out for me however. Wandering alone has caused me to fall behind on my gear and experience within the dungeons of Northrend. If I am to contribute properly to Summit's goals, I must work hard to be prepared for battle. It is not Summit's job to see to it that I get prepared. It is mine and mine alone. Hence, I will be busy befriending other denizens of this realm that are looking for comrades to take on the evil-doers in those dank dark halls.

I will be sure to journal my adventures as I make progress. Say a prayer to Elune for me! I feel I may need her hand!

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Dear Summit...

I come to you on bended knee.

Azrael and I have wandered from one side of Azeroth to the other in search of the meaning of what we do here. With the trials and tribulations each of us face on a day to day basis, each of us has our own methods of dealing with that aspect that haunts our innermost thoughts.

Being the hunter that I am, I find solace alone in the vast wilderness of Azeroth to console with the gods. I was lost and I was not entirely certain that I wanted to be found. In my daily communes I was repeatedly told to return to that which I came. I resisted. I knew there was another path to my destiny. I fought on. I searched the continents to no avail.

My destiny is Summit.

In Summit, lies my family. In Summit, I find peace. In Summit, victory shines upon us. So in Summit, I must return. The journey back to my comrades has been a treacherous one. Many guilds have sought me out and requested my presense amongst their ranks. Some offers I had accepted only to discover that something was amiss. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I was not comforted. I was not at peace. It was then that I realized that the reason for these troubled feelings was but a single cause - These guilds were not Summit. These guilds were not home. Make no mistake, the members of these guilds are of highest honor and I would gladly fight at their sides if called upon. But I cannot in good conscience remain in the ranks of heroes when I long to be elsewhere.

So it is with that idea, that I come to you humbly and ask to return home. The one place where I feel the warmth of family. The one place that I long to break bread with trusted and long known friends.

That place is Summit. My family, my guild... My home.

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

For Love of Raids

Ahhhh..... Raiding
There is nothing quite like the adrenaline rush you get whilst your with a group of heroes staring down a demon hell bent on destroying your very essence.

The scent of death is strong in the pungent air and the thrill of victory is but a finger's grasp away. Every muscle in your body twitches with excitement as the leader calls the team into battle.

Those are the good times.

Believe me when I say that with those good times come the bad. Unfortunately it is a fact of life here in Azeroth. A very close friend of mine reminded me of the downside of raiding. You see, nothing in life is euphoric. You must take the good with the bad no matter what you happen to be enjoying. Such is true when you decide to become a raider.

You see, my friend encountered a situation that most raiders come face to face with at one point or another - Blame. It's always somebody's fault, never theirs. It can be frustrating. Very frustrating. It is very important during a raid that you do your best not to toss one of your comrades under the proverbial bus. You are a raid. A team. Not only is it your job to see victory but it is equally your job to see to it that the raid as a whole learns, succeeds and grows in experience. Calling out a team mate or passing blame only leads to low morale, disgruntled team mates and ultimately - failure.

No good can come of this.

To you young raiders out there. Trust me when I say - Admit fault. If you messed up, by all means be the first to call out your error. Learn from your mistake. The others in your party most definitely will and will appreciate you for it. Support each other and keep each other standing. They are after all, your comrades at arms. Take care of them and they will take care of you. If you do these simple things, your raid will ultimately be successful, you will see victory and your guild will gain prestige.

Take it from an old pro...

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

I sit... Alone

Ishnu-Alah my friends.

Today I find myself at rest in Dalaran. Ever since arriving at this beautiful city a few weeks ago, I find the peace it brings me comforting. However I am alone. So alone. I grow tired of my own thoughts.

I miss my comrades. My friends. Why did I leave? I honestly do not know. I am lost.

Whilst walking past the Inn, I was approached by one who calls himself Lightzypher. He graciously offered me a position amongst their ranks. Honored at the request, I told him that I would give it serious thought and seek him out. I am considering tracking this priest down today and offering my services. I need that feeling of inclusion again. Day after day, I wander off alone. Just Azrael and I. Yes, Azrael is a great and trusted friend but I require brotherhood with my kind, comrades at arms. If I cannot seek out fellowship. I may have to leave the glorious land of Azeroth. Forever.

In the meantime, I have kept myself occupied by gaining favor with the multitude of factions here in Northrend. Just yesterday, I was in the company of the Kalu'ak. A strange tusked people. I was offered instruction to craft a mighty pouch that holds many rounds for my firearm. This will indeed come in handy whilst on long excursions. There are many friends to be made in this land. Enemies as well. This land is rich with lore and I yearn to experience all that I can.

Well, let us hope today brings me that which I so desire. A position where I am needed.

Should any despairing party read this entry, I am Aurendar Moonstrider, and I am for hire.

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Where does the time go?

Greetings from the vast tundras of Northrend!
I must offer my apologies to begin with as the demands on my time since entering this frozen wasteland have severely cut into the solitude that writing in my journal affords me.

Needless to say, much has happened since last I visited my journal.

I now primarily wander Azeroth alone these days. I was guilded with a wonderful band of heroes but alas, things just didn't seem to work out. I soon came to realize that I was spending more time alone with Azrael out in the field than I was surounded by my trusted guildmates. Make no mistake, they are wonderful adventurers but I seem to have found my own path. Such is the life of a hunter. I can only hope that I will one day run with that battle tested band known as Summit.

But this land known as Northrend does not allow one to reflect on what might have been. Too much thought and you're dead. This is a land of action. Kill or be killed.

Fortunately, something that I excel at. I will come back to this journal soon. Right now I have a date with a certain Iron Colossus deep within a mountain range known as the Storm Peaks.

Luck is not on my side in this battle. I will need your thoughts to defeat this attrocity.

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Sigh

Raids never ending
Dinner after dinner missed
Downward spiral

Compromising Position...

Seriously. If you are looking at me from this perspective, the gods are frowning upon you. You see...

I'm a hunter.

Not only do you have to worry about the ultimate results of me taking this stance but it's real easy to forget about the certain death that is about to be bestowed upon you from behind.

Then again, when Azrael unleashes his fury, you will beg me to place a razor shaft between your eyes. A fast and quick death is always preferable to a slow mauling demise.

This shot actually has quite an amusing story behind it.

One day while out hunting Arakkoa, I happened upon a gnome named Ansel Adomite. "Salutations hunter!!" Ansel cheerfully announced. "Shut up gnome! Do you want to get us both killed!!??" I lashed out. "Now wander back to Shattrath and mind your own..." I'm not exactly the joking type when I'm surrounded by Arakkoa. Your day can tend to turn real bad, real fast. If you know what I mean. After downing the Arakkoa in my sights, I called Azrael in and took a rest. "Just what the heck are you doing out here anyway?" I asked the little pipsqueak.

"Why... I'm field testing the image-replicator fizzwidget 2000!!" He proudly blurted. "The image fizzlewazzit... whozaa.... what did you just say? oh... nevermind." I said as I scanned the landscape for kills. "Look, you really need to get out of here. It's not safe for you and especially not for me. Run along Ansel..." I pleaded. "Okay, I will take my leave on one condition..." he said while cracking his knuckles. "Name it..." I said. "I get to take your image with my fizzwidget 2000! I can't think of a better test than to capture you working that glorious bow!!" Ansel Adomite shouted! "ShhhhhhSSSHhhhHSHSHH!!! Damn! You want to bring the entire village over for a photo shoot? Okay! Okay! Your only going to get one shot at this." I exclaimed.

I really wanted to target an Arakkoa, fire once and feign on this idiot but for some odd reason I couldn't bring myself to do that. I loaded up, found a nearby Warp Stalker and, with Ansel off at a safe distance, let her fly *** BAMPH!!! ***

I'm blind...

It turns out that whozzeee-watzzzit packs a punch! Thank god Azrael makes short work of Warp Stalkers all by his lonesome. Anyway, a few days later, this image arrives at the Aldor Post Office! How cool is that! Attached was a note thanking me for my time and 1000 reputation with Gnomeregan!

(oh joy...)

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

All is quiet.

All is still.

Save for the rhythmic exhales from Azrael over my left shoulder, there isn't a sound to be heard. I'm sitting here atop this Zangramarsh Mushroom Cap looking back into Nagrand. Below me is Windyreed Pass. It's a place I come to find balance. To find peace. Outland, though it has been ravaged by forces I still have yet to understand, has an eerie beauty about it.

Organized Chaos.

As in Azeroth, Mother has a way of handling the "misdoings" of her parasitic inhabitants. In a way, she has her own raids to contend with. To her, there is no Alliance, Horde or Burning Legion. To her, we are all equally guilty of crimes against her.

It's times like this, I try to reflect and remember where I came from. There was a time when we Kaldorei were respectful of her. Unfortunately, I see that slipping further and further away as we focus more on the battle at hand. I can't help but feel we will all pay the price in the end.

But I digress...

Word came to me this morning that Teliko is attempting to rally forces to venture back into Serpentshrine Cavern tonight. I look forward to being with my comrades once again. The holidays always seem to leave me longing to be with my partners in battle. I have no family here, I have to kin here. My family is Summit and standing with them makes me happiest. My blades are sharpened, my arrows straight and true.

I must venture to Shattrath for drink and hunt buzzard for Azrael's Kibler's Bits before heading to the stone in Coilfang. My time here on this mushroom cap is done. My rest finished.

The Battle beckons...


~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Summit Assemble!

It seems like only moments ago, we were leaving this dreadful place before we got the call to assemble at the entrance to Serpentshrine Cavern yet again.

One by one we all filed back in and prepped for what awaited Summit next. But first there were really horrible beasts that were none too pleased by our presence there.

And this is where the tale begins...

"Grivest, you are tanking right here. Drunken, I need you over there. You both hold those two in place. Ranged, assist Drunken first then Grivest. Mages, I need those Tidecallers sheep'd. I want this place looking like a Westfall farm when you all are done! Any questions? If not, Mag - - - PULL!" Teliko shouted to the team.

With that the battle began. With each passing moment beasts fell at our hand. The smell of death permeated the cavern. You could actually see fear on some of the Nagas' faces.

Summit had returned.

We soon reached a point where things changed. A familiar sound echoed through the cavern depths. Mrraaagaaaggggaalllleleeeelleleeeeee!!! That sound can only be one thing. Murlocs. That unforgettable sould is etched into the psyches of us all. The battle was about to step up a notch or two. They didn't let us down. These Murlocs are a far cry from the relatively docile species that reside on the shores of Lake Everstill in the Redridge Mountains. These ones can actually kill you and will do so gleefully if allowed to exist. Furtunately, it wasn't long before even the Murlocs were forever silenced at the hands of Summit. Together, Summit instills fear in even the gods. We now stand before our prize. Our objective...

Moragrim Tidewalker.

I recall spending hours reading lore on the denizens of Serpentshrine Cavern in the Stormwind Library. Tidewalker is a relentless killer albeit uncouth. We gathered in the passageway behind him and prepared for battle. This battle will test our strengths and will to see Summit through to the end. I fear that it's a battle that we will have to revisit time and again to perfect.

We shall see.

Preparing for battle. You can never do enough of it. Food, check. Water, check. Arrows, check. Potions... oh-no... I only had 3 Major Agility potions left. Normally this would more than suffice but this night? I think not...

"Loveth? Do you think you could take these materials and create some Elixrs for me?" I humbly asked Summit's Guild Master. "Sure!! Always happy to help ya out! Loveth gleefully responded. Ah Loveth, even though we are all staring death in the face, Loveth always has a happy-go-lucky aire about her. She grounds us all. Guiding Summit is a job she does better than any other. Bubbling away, Loveth gets to work creating my invaluable potions of Major Agility. Within moments she was done and I had my prize. I am now fully prepared. Azrael and I sat and ate our buff food for the battle while Teliko went over the details of the monstrosity that lay before us.

Soon Summit stood at the ready. Grivest in position, Misdirect inplace. Telkio orders "PULL!"

-To be continued...


-From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider-
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

And Another Falls...

One by one, members of Summit began gathering in the dark cavern of Coilfang Reservoir near the Meeting Stone. We had orders to be present and accounted for by 6:00PM Local Zangramarsh time.

When I arrived Lilyia was there waiting for the others to arrive. Spread through out the Reservoir were various teams prepping with their guilds. There were even some members of the local Horde factions gearing up. Fortunately they payed us no mind as they had their own concerns to contend with. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" kind of scenario rules the Reservoir.

Soon Summit's numbers swelled to 23 and we were able to call upon the Alliance of the realm to assist us with a couple of able bodies. We were soon making our way through the waterfall that conceals the entrance to Serpentshrine Cavern.

"So Aurendar, is it just me or is there a sense of victory in the air tonight?" Lilyia whispered as we waited on the elevator to take us up to the first platform. Lil was right. There was something different about the night. There was an eerie confidence that permeated the team.

It felt... right.

Soon Teliko joined the ranks and gave out orders and assignments. It wasn't long after that, we engaged the first of the Naga in battle. Off in the distance, Hydross lay shackled. A prisoner of Vashj. We will be liberators and executioners all rolled up into one. I'm not sure of the sorcery behind these battles but the commanders have a way of marking targets so we all move as a single unit. I imagine that viewed from afar, it must look like a well choreographed dance. Hitting target after target. The sounds of iron hitting bone echoed off the cavern walls. The stench of ozone and burned flesh from our mages pyrotechnics fuels our rage and seals our enemies fates.

Before long we were standing before our goal. Hydross. As I looked back, a trail of destruction. What faintly resemble the remnants of Naga marked our movements. Nothing in our path had survived.

I would not want to be Hydross this night.

Hydross loomed before us shackled by some kind of arcane energy. Teliko looked upon the situation. Pondered for a moment, then with a swiftness, she motioned for the move in. Aljr was first to engage. With a bellowing voice from beyond all could hear "I cannot allow you to interfere!" Then all hell broke loose. Elemental fury run amok. It wasn't long before Grivest was ordered to take point and he began the tedious task of managing this beast while the rest of us engaged in battle. All the while minions formed from the Nether to combat us.

One by one, they fell. Slowly but surely Hydross was realizing that his fate would be sealed at the hands of Summit. It wasn't long before Hydross yelled out "You are the disease, not I" and with that the massive Elemental vaporized into a mist, leaving only two very large bracers as evidence of his passing.

Exhausted, I stumbled over to where I had last seen Lilyia. Fortunately she was alright. A bit bruised but none the worse for wear. "You look like you'd seen better days" I joked. "Rough night. Never date a Draenai..." She said as she smiled and washed a mana biscuit down with Draenic water. Same ol' Lil. She never lets me down.

We soon all made our way to the center of Hydross's lair where we shared in the spoils of war. All present and accounted for. "Good job everyone. You all are making some real progress!" Teliko shouted. With that, Summit stepped through Maeleigh's Portal to Shattrath and to safety.

One step closer to the day we enter the Black Temple and face Illidan Stormrage himself. But there is a lot of work yet to do...


-From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider-
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

All Washed Up....

Serpentshrine Cavern.

The very name conjures up images of vile reptilian beasts that lurk it's dark, dank and humid corridors. The smell of death is thick in the air compounded by the constant hiss of the steam pumps above our heads. Water drips from the ceiling like the constant drizzle under the trees of Duskwood. Annoying at best.

You can barely breath down here. Azrael has made it all to clear of his disapproval of this horrid place. Trust me, if I had my choice, I'd be content hunting Clefthoof in the valleys of Nagrand.

But alas, Summit is on a mission.

For in this hell lies not a serpent. But a creature even more sinister. A creature of the elements. The locals of Telredor whisper of a beast named Hydross held prisoner by Lady Vashj. This must be one and the same.

This is our target.

Hydross must be banished from our realm. Our last encounter with Hydross did not fare too well. Thankfully Summit has above average healers that were able to recoup the damage. Fall back and regroup was the order of the day that day. Well, we are ready again. This time we are more prepared. We demand victory this day!

Hydross will be defeated!

-From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider-
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Hmmmm, Digging through my bags I came across my journal. It seems I have neglected to update it for some time. I must remember to take care of the little things in life more often.

Well, where do I start? After taking my leave of Sterling, I came across a band of adventurers that I have come to call family. My introduction to the guild Summit is somewhat curious. You see, the guild master, Loveth was a priest that I ran into regularly on my adventures but we never really stopped to break bread. We would see each other in passing (mostly durning my mote gathering excursions in Shadowmoon Valley) we would acknowledge one another and tend to our own business.

One day while farming, like clockwork, I run into Loveth who was farming as well. I had heard of Summit's conquests so I decided to do some research. That's when I discovered his GM status. I quickly made my way to a mailbox and sent off a letter of interest in joining Summit's ranks. It seems that fate has been at play all along. Elune truly watches over me. It was not long after that that I began my journey with Summit.

And what a journey it's been!

I recall posting earlier about my extreme desire to enter the gates of Karazhan. I now farm Karazhan on a regular basis. There isn't much within those walls that I haven't experienced. As a matter of fact I'm due at her front gates this evening. I look forward to conquering her halls once again.

Let's see, so what do I keep at the top of my priority list these days?

I would say Serpentshrine Cavern and Tempest Keep are keeping Azrael and I busy these days. Bolstering my raiding commitment to Summit is of utmost importance to me as well. Certain situations have kept me from meeting my obligation as of late. That is soon to change however.

With that said, I must take my leave. Duty calls.

"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Greeting fellow citizens of Azeroth! I must apologize for by absence. I've been a bit busy out in Shadowmoon Valley as of late. Netherwing Shelf to be exact! I guess it's pretty obvious that I've been working on getting into good graces with the Netherwing faction. They are a wise and powerful race. It is an honor to be in their company.

A lot has happened since I wrote in my journal. Most importantly is the fact that Commander Garnil Thunderman has relinquished command of my guild Sterling. Fellow member Bjorke Aurelius has now taken the reigns of Sterling and is keeping her steady. I don't concern myself too much with those kinds of politics so I will leave it at that. I will say however that my desire to face the denizens of Karazhan has reached addiction levels and my patience grows thin.

In other 'Aurendar' news I have decided to permanently mount my beloved Valanos' Longbow above my fireplace. It has served me well. I have donned a new weapon of choice. It is known as a Gyro-Balanced Khorium Destroyer. Let me tell you this, even I fear it's power at times! I have never been the sort to brandish a firearm such as this but my love affair of full metal jackets grows by the day.

May Elune have mercy on those that find themselves on the business end of my peace-keeper. They will surely need it. Even with it's power, I fear that when I finally breach the gates of Karazhan, I shall find a new arm to keep at my side that makes this death-dealer look like a pop-gun!

Time will tell.

Anyway, I was relaxing here in Shattrath City and found my journal in my bags. No better time than the present to catch up.

Now I must get back to nursing this Darnassian Ale. Peace Be With You -

"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

A Figure on the Horizon

"Deep within the dunes of Tanaris, Aurendar sits. Blade in hand, skinning a fresh basilisk hide. Working the hide ever-so-gently, she peels the precious skin from the carcass. Azrael staring intently at the delicious morsels of meat. Taking her knife, she cuts off a chunk and tosses it away, sending Azrael off to enjoy a nice mid-day snack. Something catches Aurendar's attention off in the distance..."

There. On the horizon. A figure. Moving slowly in my direction. As the form got closer, it began to take shape. Someone mounted, not changing direction. I grab my daggers then ready my bow and quiver. Azrael, by instinct, leaps to my side when he sees my weapons at the ready.

Slowly the figure approaches. I'm hungry. I'm not in the mood to fight. I keep wishing that whoever it is, changes course and continues on their way.. Hmmm, not this day. The figure continues in my direction. I grab a razor shaft and load up. Azrael, glancing up at me with muscles twitching, waits for my command.

As the lone figure approaches, I catch the tell-tale signs of a blue tabard. Soon I notice the familiar glow of a set of Tankatronic Goggles. That can only be one person.

Garnil?

I order Azrael to stand down and I sheath my arrow. There is no doubt now that a member of Sterling approaches. "Aurendar! Well met Hunter!" Garnil proclaims. I offer up some Draenic water and offer him a spot by my fire. I throw a couple of Basilisk steaks on the flames that I had reserved from my kill.

"How goes life in the desert eh?" Garnil asks. My expression must have said volumes. "That good? I see." He mumbled as he tilted the water flask to his lips.

It was clear that Garnil and I had much to talk about. So we began our communion. A communion that should remain between a soldier and her Commander.

Yes. I have decided to return to Sterling. My Home. For the few days that I was away. I truly felt lost. It will be good to return to the Sterling Guild Hall, collect my tabard and rejoin the ranks.

Soon, Garnil had to take leave. Hearthing back to Shattrath, Garnil was soon gone. I sat by the fire, petted Azrael and wondered what my future will bring.

I am happy.

A Punished Land...

Tanaris. I don't care how many times you have been here, the desolation is awe inspiring. Yet, even in these conditions, you manage to find small pockets of life dotting the landscape. Azrael and I have been trudging these wretched sands for hours now.

Oh, I guess I should mention that I had parted ways with my beloved Sterling. We had reached a fork in the road on our journeys. So 6 hours later, I find myself in this wretched land, following the path Elune has laid out for me. I only hope I am following true. One learns not to question the gods.

The Filtered Draenic water I packed is holding steady. There is a small oasis about 2 hours away from where I am that should come in handy to re-stock and get cleaned up. Gadgetzan is about 4 hours beyond that. It will be good to rest, although Gadgetzan isn't known for it's peaceful solitude.

As I walk along, my thoughts turn to Sterling. Did I make the right choice? Could there have been another option? I guess I’ll never really know. As I said before, Elune and Elune alone holds my fate in her hands. How things play out I shall soon learn. One thing I do hope for is being in the company of Sterling once again. I find that I miss them more than I thought.

This morning as I left Theramore Isle, I ran into a Warlock named Meecrob. He wore the guild tabard of a local band of heroes I am familiar with named Talons of the Phoenix. We broke bread together and compared adventures we had been on. I love Azrael but it was good to talk to someone that could actually respond to my babble. We talked for a couple of hours.

Meecrob saw that I was without fellowship and he offered me his colors. I accepted, as wandering alone without muscle in these lands is not a wise move. It turns out that Meecrob is none other than the leader of that band. I was honored. Legend and Lore speak of Talons exploits in Karazhan. The future could get real interesting.

“So Aurendar tell me, can you enter the hallowed gates of Karazhan this day?" Meecrob questioned. “Nay sir, I cannot. One stage eludes me” I responded. “Oh really? And how can Talons serve your needs to see your destiny through?” Meecrob asked. “The Black Morass” I looked down and mumbled. Ashamed at the amount of times I had tried it and was unsuccessful.

“Ah! The Black Morass! Fear not Aurendar. My comrades will walk you through that wretched hive. Those gatekeepers are fodder for my band. You will be well taken care of.” Meecrob assured me. I felt the fire starting to burn in my gut once again. That familiar hunger for battle had returned.

"Welcome To The Talons Aurendar!"

With that, Meecrob took his leave. He had matters to attend to in the Outlands. I looked down at the tabard in my hands, confused as to what had just transpired. I hoped for the best but I had to continue my journey to Gadgetzan.

I will commune with you again once I am settled into my hovel at town.

{From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider}
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Just Me, Azrael & A Darnassian Ale (OH, and Egem...)

Alone.

Why must I always feel so alone?

My life, even as a small girl was consumed with being in solitude. I suppose that is why I chose the life of a hunter. For the most part, I am alone and the only company I keep is that of my Saber Azrael. If I had a silver piece for every ‘one sided’ conversation I’ve had with him, I’d be aloft on my own epic mount by now.

I was reminded of my singularity last night as I sat by myself with my Darnassian Ale at the World’s End Tavern. A night when I could be at work on some much needed quests that I have at my ready.

Yet I sit.

Soon an old Dwarven friend of mine, Egem from the Shadowstrider’s guild happened by and joined me for a drink. He could see that I was troubled “AUR! What be troubling you this fine night! Good drink, friends, what more could an adventurer want?” He bellowed. “Adventure???” I mumbled in my flagon as I finished off the last of my Ale. “Kylene! Another Ale and a Dwarven Stout for my friend here!” Egem pulled himself up to my table and turned an ear to my plight. “I helped some comrades acquire their last fragment for an Apprentice’s Key they had been searching for. I had acquired mine some time ago, so I was happy to help. The Black Morass was on the horizon. I was excited. Unfortunately today Aurendar would not be included in that battle. The choice of battle partners had already been made. And I lost. So I sit. My destiny with Medivh must wait yet another day." I said while taking my Ale from Kylene. “WHAT!!?? Say the word Aur, I haven’t cracked my knuckles on my fellow Alliance for some time now! From the sound of things, I'd bet 20 flagons that it's long over due it is!!” Egem shouted, effectively hushing all other conversation in the bar. Now, for those that have never had the ‘pleasure’ of dealing with the dwarven kind, it is important that you know that they are quick to anger. “Relax Egem. Your not going to kill anybody this day.” I re-assured him.

While I sat quietly enjoying my ale, Egem was off on a tirade. Through the years, I’ve learned to turn him off but I have to be honest, I was a bit upset.

Well, I think I will stop here so as to not say words that I would soon regret. I must head to the forests of Terrokar to hunt Warp Stalkers. They make the finest burgers!

Until next I write –

~~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~~

"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar

Gronn With The Wind...

Silence.

Nothing but the wind in my hair, I close my eyes and journey to a far off land in my mind's eye. I'm in a place where there is no war, no conflict, no use for weaponry or armor. Azrael relaxing by a cozy fire in my hovel as I prepare for an evening of quiet dining and writing in my journal “AYE LASS!!! ANYBODY HOME??

“I thought ya for dead I did!” Flight Master, Rip Pedalslam squawked as I landed at my Destination. “That’ll be forty silvers!” he continued. I paid my dues. “Tally-ho!!" God I hate gnomes. You see, I’ve journeyed far across the Outlands to Toshley’s Station. What would drive a hunter to these desolate parts you ask?

I’m on the hunt…

A few days ago, I happened by a lonely Ogre named Grok in the Lower City district of Shattrath. He suggested I meet with an ogre in Blades Edge to discuss aligning myself in good graces with the ogre clans. Bottom line, such an act would make this Night Elf’s life A LOT easier! Needless to say, I jumped at the chance.

Of course, nothing is ever as easy as it sounds.

According to Mog’dorg the Wizened, I must slay five beasts. “Not nary a worry” I exclaim but am cut off short as Mog’dorg finished what he was saying. “Da beasts you seek are none other than da sons of dat dragon killing Gronn himself Gruul!” He heartily laughed with every ‘word’ uttered as I sank deeper and deeper into my boots. “You best find comrades to keep you company Aurendar! Gruul make feast out of dat kitty kat you have dair and you be desert you will!”

With that, he turned to his fellow ogres and started doing, doing… Ogre stuff.

Unfortunately the ogre is right. Legend tells of the atrocities committed by this infamous Gronn. I shall look forward to introducing Gruul to the business end of my bow. But not today.

For now however. The son’s of Gruul await. And wait they must. Four comrades in arms must join with me in battle. Four comrades in arms I am without.

This day, I wait….

~~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~~

"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar