Wait...

• Lvl. 21 * Sanctum of the Sun, Ghostlands, Eastern Kingdoms

....What was my name again?

/cackle

• Lvl. 20 * Farstrider Enclave, Ghostlands, Eastern Kingdoms

I'm gonna FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ya minddddd.
Watchoutnow.
Revenge is mine. ♥

On the move again...

• Lvl. 19 * Lushwater Oasis, The Barrens, Kalimdor

If I had fuller leg muscles, they'd probably be aching and I'd probably be feeling them 'til the next century... No one told me that going to a place called Thunderbluff, where... the, um... where the Tuscans Turrens Torenz Taurens have settled... No one told me that going to Thunderbluff was going to be a long journey.

I'm trying to find someone who'll teach me how to properly wield a staff...

Troll Duty

• Lvl. 18 * Dawnstar Spire, Ghostlands, Eastern Kingdoms

Ugh, my backpack is full and I'm with Tumnus just camping out for the time being. The Blood Elves of Tranquillien have assigned me to duties relating to troll extermination... and I'm not quite sure if that's a good thing or not. Then, again, I could just be confused once more.

Oh, and I've also been 'removed' from my guild. I guess they didn't appreciate my long and restful nap. Hmmph, ah, well.

Tired.

• Lvl. 16 * West Sanctum, Eversong Woods, Eastern Kingdoms

Bored... Slept the whole day before running off to behead some thugs and hooligans. Tumnus didn't seem to mind when we settled back down into the pillows to rest after doing so.

My guild's been quiet as I've been "hibernating" again for a while, but, ah well...

Traveling

• Lvl. 15 * Dawning Lawn, Ruins of Silvermoon, Eversong Woods, Eastern Kingdoms

...Walking slowly to Sunstrider Isle as I write with Tumnus at my heels, ready for adventure.

Surprise

• Lvl. 15 * The Sepulcher, Silverpine Forest, Eastern Kingdoms

So, I was nudged into consciousness a half-hour ago. A large lion with tauren horns came up to the corner where I slept and lowered its head to drop something in my lap. It had been carrying a black-striped cat just like a feline would with its kittens. The horned-creature twitched its whiskers at me, nuzzled its cheek to my ankle then left.

Winterr... and this cat nestled against me... Tumnus!

Dark Lady watch over you, Tauren.
Thank you.

My beloved is back in my arms, safe and sound, and he knows it.

Whimsi's Awakening

Dark Cleric Duesten looked her over with a stern glare; his glowing pupils scanned the darkness, eyeing the other possible Undead souls that peacefully slept in the dank and filthy Deathknell tomb. He looked at the pile of bones against the wall, catching sight of a limp body that still had most of her skin intact. The only skeleton features showing were her elbows, knees, and all twenty phalanges. Even her head had long, flowing hair that had only been slightly discolored by decay. Almost perfect, but not quite... Duesten smiled faintly; it was a pity even the most beautiful of roses wilted it seemed. Undertaker Mordo scowled at his companion as he held up the burning torch higher, casting dark shadows behind them. “This one,” the Dark Cleric’s raspy baritone voice stated, pointing a bony finger at the one he had thought of as a wilted rose.

The Undertaker scratched his bald scalp, eyeing her as well. “The scouts found her yesterday in a dug-up graveyard where the plague victims were buried. I’m surprised she’s still intact,” he said, watching Duesten carefully, as if expecting him to snap into a crazed idea. “Well, save for her tresses. Some gnolls near the graveyard have been stealing corpse hair for reasons unknown.” The Dark Cleric’s face cracked into a smile, his withered skin stretching slightly over his high cheekbones, “Good. Tomorrow at dusk, see if she’s fit enough. She’ll make a very good priestess.” Mordo allowed his jaw to hang for a moment in shock. “Do not doubt her even for a moment,” the Dark Cleric then said, starting to head up the cold stone stairs that led up to the plague-covered graveyard above. “She hasn’t even woken from her slumber.”

When the sun had set and twilight had settled over Tirisfal Glades, Mordo watched irritably as the body Duesten had picked out twitched and writhed, gasping for air and struggling to focus her eyes. “Easy does it,” the Undertaker stated in a drawling tone, bracing her thin frame as she shivered. The young Forsaken eyed the torch-lit tomb, frightened and confused. She turned to look at Mordo, screaming once she eyed his decrepit and rotting features. Startled, Mordo clasped a hand over mouth, trying to calm her as he kneeled at her side, “Shhhhh! I’m not going to hurt you.” She shook her head, trying to back away from him, listening as he continued, “Shh… Look, I’m going to leave you here for a bit to let you collect yourself. When you are ready, head up those stairs; I’ll be there waiting, I have a task for you.” Once the youthful corpse had gathered her senses into a serene frame of mind, she slowly wandered up the cold stone steps, blinking in the moonlight and scanning the plague-tainted land with her glowing pupils.

Undertaker Mordo watched her warily, observing as she clutched her robe with her bony fingertips and stepped toward him. “They are waiting for you,” he said, pointing north to the little group of run-down houses and shacks that looked as though it had been a successful village once. She smiled at him slightly, a dreamy and somewhat disturbingly distant expression appearing on her face as she looked up at him, “Ah… Doornails.”

As she started heading down the path, curious as to what awaited her, the Undertaker shook his head in ridicule. In the town chapel, Dark Cleric Duesten was talking in a hushed voice with Shadow Priest Sarvis. “So, about this… new priestess,” the Shadow Priest began. “What is her name?” At the moment he asked, she came through the door of the chapel, her eyes bright as she tilted her head curiously. Duesten and Sarvis both looked at her and beckoned her to come in, watching as she tripped over her feet, even as she stepped lightly into the building. When she recovered from her slight tumble, she made her way to Duesten, looking at him with the same expression she had given Mordo. Despite her vacant appearance, he smiled back at her and placed a skeletal hand on her shoulder, not even questioning her seemingly missing sanity. The Dark Cleric looked to Sarvis with a grin, “Her name is Whimsi…”

Dalaran Activity

• Lvl. 14 * Ambermill, Silverpine Forest, Eastern Kingdoms

Wandering farther and farther south of the Sepulcher. Slowly...

I was attacked by a Dalaran Protector while trying to sketch out the Ambermill area on my map. In the distance, I spotted one yellow and one green dot glowing in the bushes. My Tumnus... It's him. I would know those glowing eyes anywhere. When I went to approach, however, the eyes disappeared with the sound of rustling leaves. I was later chased off by a bunch of angered Dalaran Apprentices.

Last I heard, Winterr is on her way to Ambermill to replace Taceo's spot. The Blood Knight was recently called by Lady Liadrin, the Matriarch of the Blood Knight Order. Wow. Now, she and Nikolaos are on Outland. Will I make it out there for the Banshee Queen I've devoted myself to? I don't know... I hope so.

I also fought my first "elite" today. I was almost Moonrage Watcher kibble. Eeep.

I have a new *blue* cape.

• Lvl. 13 * The Sepulcher, Silverpine Forest, Eastern Kingdoms

I love it.

I need new pants though. And shoes...

[017] Things I've Learned & Relearned

• Mar 05 2008: I serve the Banshee Queen Sylvanas.
  
• Mar 05 2008: I'm not dead, nor am I living...
  
• Mar 06 2008: The Plague claimed my life.
  
• Mar 07 2008: My name is Whimsi.
  
• Mar 08 2008: I remember my cat, Tumnus. He's missing.
  
• Mar 08 2008: Taceo will help look after me.
  
• Mar 08 2008: I can still write eloquently.
  
• Mar 09 2008: Blue is my favorite color.
  
• Mar 09 2008: I'm not afraid of water/swimming.
  
• Mar 09 2008: I like collecting precious stones.
  
• Mar 11 2008: Tumnus is still out there... alive.
  
• Mar 12 2008: My cat still recognizes me.
  
• Mar 30 2008: Getting rid of unfriendly trolls is tricky business.
  
• Mar 30 2008: Flaying minds is fun.
  
• Apr 07 2008: Rain is a terrible natural happening.
  
• Apr 25 2008: Morning Glory Dew is absolutely delicious.
  
• Apr 27 2008: Noggenfogger Elixir is quite amusing...

Smooth

• Lvl. 12 * Trade Quarter, Undercity, Tirisfal Glades, Eastern Kingdoms

Ever walked through Undercity.... backwards?

It's fairly amusing.

Boredom

• Lvl. 12 * Trade Quarter, Undercity, Tirisfal Glades, Eastern Kingdoms

MmmmmmmMMMMMmmmm... I'm bored. So, I guess let me tell you a little bit more about myself. They -- my trainers -- named me Whimsi for lack of recognition and, on my part, lack of knowing whatever happened to me, who I was, or where I came from. Undertaker Mordo, however, stated that I was found among others who were buried as plague victims. So, thus, I died from illness brought on by the Scourge invasion, or so they say.

I also learned today, that my favorite color is blue.

If anything, I am grateful to still have the vocabulary I acquired when I was growing up, as most people I meet think I am a half-wit or just rather slow. Lucky for Taceo, when she speaks, people listen. I hope to be like that... one day. Well, maybe after people realize that I do have the tendency to babble randomly.

I forgot to mention that I met Hawkclaw today. Well, okay... I received a simple letter from him, that stated: "MOOOOOO." Charming.
I sweetly moo'ed back.

Jewelcrafting

• Lvl. 12 * Walk of Elders, Silvermoon City, Eversong Forest, Eastern Kingdoms

So... I was making my way to the jewelcrafting trainer and I ran into a broom that was sweeping the narrow alleyway. We danced and twirled together... before I had to let go of it when a guard came.

Mmm... That was fun.

First Page

• Lvl. 12 * Court of the Sun, Silvermoon City, Eversong Forest, Eastern Kingdoms

Well, here goes the first entry or page of my journal. Sorry if my handwriting is a bit shaky or hard to make out, that kinda just happens after most of your fingertips have... um... fallen off.

Today, I met a being called "Kaiine" (though, when spoken and written his name is "Kaine"). I must say, he's really nice; he sewed a vest and a shirt for me at the Gallow's End Tavern in Brill. He also invited me into his guild which, according to the charter was founded a few days ago. Hmm... A very pleasant companion indeed. We even succeeded in lessening the Scarlet Crusade population a bit.

Onto other news, I've heard from Taceo lately that her search for my beloved pet cat has been unsuccessful thus far. I miss him terribly. If anyone sees a black tabby with a tigerseye charm on a silver chain, please let me know... That's my Tumnus. He was last seen when I was taking refuge in Silverpine Forest during the Plague.

If anything, I hope you enjoy the entries to come, I shall update whenever I get the chance to (hopefully every half-level and level achievement). And, if you ever find this book, perhaps in a meadow or left on a tavern mailbox or around a fountain, please return it to me after your nosy little mind devours my story, I might be missing it. Thanks.