hundred and one days.

Laudren's in her cabin, brewing something for Gidge. it's been really frantic, and I can't say for certain exactly what the illness is or how Laudren plans to cure it, only htat she does.


I hope she hurries. Gidge's is burning up, and her feverish utterances are loud enough for half the ship to hear.

The hundredth day

Gidge is really sick. The healers are at their wits end trying to figure out what to do. They're just medics, not one of them has any idea what's wrong with her.

I'm worried. She's been a friend since we were lit..young. Now that Mattie's gone she's best friend I have. I told her I'd do anything I could to keep her alive, and I meant it. But this isn't just a ghoul or a val'kyr, it's even more terrifying than an abomination. It's disease, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. All I can do is watch her die.



Laudren's fine, I probably ought to mention her since this is her journal anyways. She's back up on deck, I don't know how well undead senses work but she seems to enjoy the view at the very least. Probably nice after years spent in dank sewer cells and secret alchemy labs. I imagine just having sunlight at all is a nice change. She only comes up for a few minutes at a time, spends most of her time in her cabin experimenting with herbs to create potions and elixirs in order to..cure.
She's an apothecary, she must know a thing or two about diseases. And she was working as surgeon, not a medic. I bet she has formal training and medical expertise and she has who knows how much herbalistic skill. She can help Gidge, I'm sure she can!

Day Ninety-Nine, I hope

Went right trough a storm yesterday, damn goblins are nuts! We almost all made it, a couple of human soldiers insisted on staying on deck and wer washed over. They'll be mourned. Not or their minds of course, you'd have to be an idiot to have stayed on deck in that without your job requiring it.

Needless to say Gidge and Laudren are still sick, not that they'd have recovered by now anyways. Gidge seems to be actually ill, she's getting feverish. Been muttering about cogsprockets and gearspringers and lubricant; either she's dreaming of past lovers or future inventions. You never can tell with Gnomes.
Laudren's only seasick, and she's recovering quickly. By her own hand might I add. Something to do with the steadying qualities of tiger lily; I'd guess she's improvised a way to counteract the effects of the ship's rocking with one of her potions.

As for me, I forgot how much I hated the sea.

Day Ninety-Seven, it would seem

I'm on a boat.




Must be something about being undead, Laudren seems to be handling it fairly well. She claims she's never been on a boat before but she seems to be keeping it down pretty well. Nausea, obviously, and she seems kind of sick, but no vomiting.
She insists on staying on deck though, so it'll probably be a few days before she recovers.


Gidge isn't taking it well either. Little thing gave herself a headache trying to figure out how to improve the Goblin's steam engine. Added to the seasickness I don't think she even realized she had and I'd say it'll be a few days before she can leave her room. I'd feel worse for her, but it's funny to think that you could actually give yourself a headache just by thinking. Gnomes are so odd. I bet if I introduced her and Laud they'd spend hours trying to figure out how to properly organize their combined collections of tools and instruments.

Might not be such a bad idea, the two of them would probably get along pretty well.

Day Ninety-Six apparently

But of what I wonder? I still can't figure out why she started her counting from the first entry; wouldn't the date have been more appropriate?


We made a quick trip out to the Grizzly Hills yesterday. She managed to trick the trappers into thinking she was alive with some makeup, perfume, and long-clothing. If I hadn't known better I might have fallen for it. Took her hours to do though, and from the way things sounded it wasn't even worth the effort. She's asking about the plague, in a roundabout way though. SHe'll bring up the scourge and ask what it was like early on. And they'll tell her about all the people that died from the plague or how the Lich King tried to convince them to serve him. Then she'll wheel the conversation back towards the plague. I'm not sure what she's trying to find out exactly. But the Argents trust her, so I think it's unlikely she's trying to pull another Putress.
I can't help but worry though. After that atrocity it's hard to trust any undead, no matter how nice they may seem.


She's back in the Scarlet Archives now, taking some last notes. A Goblin steamship has arrived and Dalfors has asked us to join the forward units in the plaguelands. I get the impression we'll be docking in Menethil, but no one's said anything. I'm not looking forward to the homecoming. Maybe I can convince Laudren to disembak early and we can head to Chillwind via Southshore. I might even stop in and see the Wildhammers again. WIth the amount of attention she shows Whitefeather I imagine it would be a dream come true for her.

Day Ninety-Four by the looks of it.

Girl keeps herself busy. Met with some Taunka today, I can tell she doesn't like them. But it seems like their talks were productive, in spite of the hostility. I know she traded several potions for whatever they were telling her. I don't know what the value was, but I'd say they'll probably give them an advantage in future hunts or whatever they're doing now that the Lich King is dead. I know they serve the Horde now, but I'm not sure what they actually do for the Horde. I just hope they don't kill a lot of innocent people with those potions; it would kill her to know she was an accomplice to a massacre.

I still don't know how i feel about Laudren. She's nice, and if she weren't so dead she might actually be attractive. Not in a 'I'd do her' sort of way, more in a 'I could come home to that' sort of way. She's very skilled at what she does. I'm not entirely certain what she's doing half the time, but she always manages to find a way of telling me what she needs. Who knows, maybe she's actually a really bad Alchemist with fantastic communications skills and the ability to look like she knows what she's doing. Regardless, she's very passionate about it. Again, if she weren't so dead, it'd probably be kinda sexy to watch. If she were Mattie we'd never get anything done. But I suppose by now Mattie looks even more dead than Laudren does.

day? I suppose, guessing by her count, probably ninety-three

Damn this thing is secure. She's got it enchanted heavily and voice activated, I had to get Gidge to modify it so it'll respond to me at all.

We're in New Hearthglen waiting for the fleet. The Highlord has shifted his focus south, to the plaguelands. A lot of the surviving Scarlets have begrudgingly signed on with us, I think by now they've seen to much evidence of non-human's ability to fight to think them as worthless as they did before. A lot of them fought us anyways, but no longer. The remaining ships of the Scarlet Armada are being requisitioned now; we have a lot of men, but few sailors. I swore I'd never raise a sail again after I left home, and I'm holding to it no matter the need.

This journal's owner, Laudren, is reading through the Scarlet's medical logs. I don't know what she hopes to find, the Scarlets never kept prisoners long enough to attempt any treatment.
She met with a small band of Nerubians yesterday. Outside town of course, they may be alive but to most of us they're still the enemy. I don't know how much she learned from them, but it doesn't seem to be anything good.
She's been quieter since we left Dalaran. And the lack of proper booze around here isn't the only reason, something is on her mind. And she's been talking to the locals everywhere she goes, the witch doctors in Zul'Drak, the Nerubians here, Scarlet medical journals, a couple of the Tuskar even stopped by this morning to talk to her. It was probably nothing important, just a few trinkets and some hides they wanted to give her. It certainly cheered her up a bit, and she seemed to enjoy their company.

It's odd really, undead don't normally get happy. Or hopeful for that matter. She seems less traumatized than all the other ones I've met, almost not undead at all. I mean, physically she's clearly dead; she's got bones for fingers and I can see part of her skull when she brushes her hair back. But mentally, no hatred for the living, no angsty brooding, and only a hint of sadism and I think that comes more from being nobility and a more than slightly mad alchemist than from being undead. Only thing she seems to truly dislike is other undead, although she does seem to enjoy antagonizing the older Orcs every now and then.
She's an odd girl, but in a very nice way. I can't help but wonder what it is that makes her the way she is.