Day Hundred and Sixty-Five

Another day, another batch of wounded. Five got hit in a patrol down by Andorhal, the only one who's regained consciousness since says they were hit by the undead. No word yet on whether it was the scourge or the forsaken.
They claim to honor the neutrality we held in icecrown, but simply put I don't trust them anymore. I don't think anyone really does, the Orcs sent troops to keep an eye on them. Not just the Kor'Kron that came last year to guard the city, generals and warlords from Ogrimmar with foot soldiers. And a few nobles in Stormwind have sponsored an expedition to retake Andorhal, they sent a messenger to parlay with the Highlord when they first arrived. I haven't seen their base for myself, but I'm told they're fortifyingthe bridges and have brought siege weapons. With the Forsaken outpost on the other side of town in the granaries and what used to be the mill district growing in number and defenses, conflict seems inevitable.

Not to sound old, but I remember when this was all farmland, far as the eye could see.

Day Hundred and Sixty-Four

Wow! I thought I'd lost this thing. So much has happened since Northrend, visit to the trolls and the Wildhammer, arrival back in the plaguelands; it's amazing to see the progress we've made on the land.

I've been working with some of the Druids. They're...odd. Vegetarian, all focused on nature, and their moon goddess I don't like them much. Can't deny their effectiveness though, I've seen some of them turn a seed into a sapling in a matter of days. And some of the oldest trees of the forest, the ones that survived the plague anyways, are being restored. Even the grass is coming back in parts.

Not to say it's all their doing. The druid's magic has a hard time taking hold on unholy ground, and the spirits of the shaman must give their blessings for the changes to hold. But the real work is still being done by the Argent paladins and priests. The scourge, what little is left of it anyways, is still active to the South and the East. Casualties aren't as high as they used to be, but with so many of the mercenary forces and adventurers returned to their homes in the face of war between the Alliance and the Horde our numbers are nearly crippled. It's almost imposible to make the progress we were a month ago, and every fallen soldier is a greater loss than ever before.
Which makes me valuable enough to be given a proper lab, and all the medical supplies I could ever dream of. Sadly, I have no time to use the lab. Even during the night there are wounded who must be attended to, and proper surgeons like myself are few and far between. Especially since the Alliance and Horde need all of theirs, and what few there are besides are helping their own factions.
Makes a girl feel special, even if she is one of like three dead people in the entire Argent Dawn.

Day hundred and twenty two; Outside Aerie peak

Trust Laud to carry a map.

Safe, sound, and warm for the first time in a week. The Dwarves still won't let her in town, bt they agreed to let us fly to Light's Hope tomorrow. So we'll be back on track.


She won't talk about it. I don't think it went well. I'd go so far as to say it went horribly, she refuses to even touch her alchemy equipment. I asked Gidge and she just shrugged and said she'd ask about it. I hope its nothing too bad.

Day Hundred and Twenty

Blood, slime, and bits of troll everywhere.


Upside is we found Laud, downside is she's in the process of knitting a troll back together and I'm afraid to get within ten feet of her. That needle is moving so damn fast I think she'd attach me to him without even noticing.

I'll figure out what happened tomorrow. Blood loss makes you sleepy.



Oh and Gidge is fine; she's watching Laud intently. I don't know what they're talking about, but it has to do with joints and biological design structuring.
Whatever that is.

Day Hundred and Nineteen, I still don't know

The usual, Gidge angry, trolls, trees, where's Laud? Trees, and the local slimes are annoying.


It's no wonder the trolls are half mad, living in a place like this all your life would make you go nuts.

Day Hundred and Eighteen, Hinterlands, there are some troll ruins over there

Gidge must be bored, she's being snide now. Apparently the silent treatment wasn't bothering me enough for her liking.

Killed a slime today. It contained twenty silver and what would appear to be a map. Sadly, the map is a tourist map of Stratholme. It'll come in handy when we catch up with Laud and drag her there by her hair. Putting us through all this trouble, shouldn't have left in the first place, It's not like there's anything out here but trolls, trees, slimes, and trees.

Day hundred and Seventeen, location unconfirmable

Trees, trolls, and trees that's all there is out here. Gidge still isn't talking beyond 'are you gonna kill him or am I going to have to do all the work?'


I hate this place. Laud, if we ever find you I'm gonna kick your leg off for this.