When I woke up I rode back to Delaris. I was about to use the potion when I saw a smirk on her and the imps face. It gave me a real bad feeling. Deep into my gut. I noticed my palms started sweating even more when she encouraged me to have a drink; repeating it is 100% safe. I took a deep breath … and put the cork back in. Shaking my head I gave it back. I told her I don’t feel comfortable drinking it and said I’m sorry. She did not look happy, and I don’t like to disappoint, but my gut feeling decide.
As I can back to Wildheart Point Greta asked me why I returned to soon. After telling her what just went down, she smiled and said I did the right thing. Her confirming my gut feeling was wonderful.
Now that I’m without a job to do, she asked if I want to help gathering some crying violets. I trust her and got on with it. She gave a description on what to look for, So I hope I’ll get what she need. Afterward she said I need to meet her assistant. He is easy to spit, she said. While there, Jessir asked me to slay some demons; I happily obliged.
While picking the flowers and killing the demons, I started wondering how I got here. I mean… I started this journey with the goal of exploring the land meeting new people. Maybe even some of the legends I’ve heard tales about. Instead, I have slaughtered bad people and been responsible for saving so many people. It’s nice making a difference. I just…
One cool thing is that I were able to see a corrupted moonwell. It was in Jaedenar and I walked right past it. Andalar Shadevale sent me to it. He is Gretas assistant. I had to fill up the empty canteen for him. He was badly hurt and unable to do the task himself.
With the canteen is doused the barriers and while at it, killing the demons to stop their progress. Shadow Hold is truly scary. So many skeletons and what looks like proper black magic. I was out of there as soon and possible. I must say, proceeding through the den, it felt like I was in the burning legions home. It reeked of death, torture and demons. It was oozing from the wall, ground and roof. I feel the hair stand up on my back just thinking about it.
When I came back to Wildheart, Farlus Leafsong assured me he did not intend on sending me back for Andalar. He had other ones to do that job. Instead I was asked to check on Kelnir Pearson up at Bloodvenom Post. Not really a pleasant name, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.
Kelnir is indeed a strange one. But, I don’t judge. Except she was a tad skantly dressed. But, as a wrote, who am I to judge. You know what, I’ll put it down. She was kind of, strangely, attractive. There! I said it!
She asked for help saving her friend, Altsoba Ragetotem. He barely escaped Bloodvenom Post. She urged me to be quick to save his life and help him avoid a slimy situation (haha).
After I talked to her he wanted to ask one thing. Better now, while alive, so that he won’t leave this earth without avenging his fallen brethrens. Winna Hazzard is responsible for the fate of the Horde Camp. Researching on the oozes, to find a weapon to defeat the mighty Alliance, things went sideways. It’s so honourable that he asked me to kill the green slimes to avoid others will make the same mistake.
I collected a lot of the to be sure I got the right ones. As she said while going through my bag, it’s not easy for the untrained eye to see the different shades and hues. The right green colour is from the energies of the emerald dream and not demonic corruption. As I talked to Altsoba about the killed oozes he got the antidote. Oh, did he dislike the taste. I was not able to dodge the green slime that shot out of his mouth. GROSSE!
With that done i said I would look for Winnas cat tomorrow. She apparently fed the poor cat corrupted slime water. Mistreating animals like that is truly evil. They ‘re your loyal family member, that will show you unconditional love and do everything for you. Then you go out of your way and experiment on him/her like that. It’s unforgivable. I must put her down. I hope to save the cat, but I’m not sure it’s realistic. For best possible chance j need to get some zzz. I’ve have not done too much today but what has been completed tool a toll on me.
The bed at Wildheart was the best in a long time. Kelnir said Whisperwind Grove is a shorter trip and also have nice beds. She said to let them know she sent me and it worked. I’m now putting down these last few words before I collapse.
Archdruid Navarax was kind enough to take a picture of me on the bed. It’s down below. First some other photos I took.
Rain comes and goes. Usually I welcome it because create life. We need water. We need it, plants need it, animals need it … everyone. It’s, at times, inconvenient, but we’ll survive it. Here in Felwood though, I hate it. It smells bad and stings. It’s nothing good or healthy about this liquid.
Heres the Horde Camp. Poor Tauren and whoever else was there. It was not an not an honourable death.
Here is the new camp I will stay at. It looks wonderful.
Not only is it beautiful, I felt sunlight for the first time in days. I thought it may have been lost forever. It was not. Some rays managed to push through.
Here I am on the bed with my companions. My family. My bothers in arms. He was very kind and I feel so safe here. Not to mention it is the best bed I have felt since I started this journey.