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The next day I sat quietly next to Galienzo as he slept. I wonder what would have happened if that thing had caught us.

"Allinaya run!" Galienzo screamed. I could barely hear him over the monstrous thing looming over us. It had to be at least ten times...

On the other side, it was hot, fires raged on the charred earth and demons tried to enter the dark portal. We were instantly thrown into...

It wasn't long after that that we finished our quests in Tirisfal Glade. And with that coming to an end decisions had to be made...

When I went to bed my resolve was strong and persistent, but as I awoke I was filled with dread.

"You stayed here because you want to be here. You are strong and determined. I saw you fight off a Worgen, and you were fierce."

I woke up more tired but at least I did finally sleep. We didn't go back to questing for three days...

More assassins came for us. One after the next they just kept coming. How many hidden Worgen were here? And why were they targeting me?

The Scarlet Crusade tried to claw their way back into Tirisfal Glade their forces lingering on the outskirts.

A deep sorrow fills Tirisfal Glades. The undead are forsaken by their human kin and are treated like monsters despite them having the same..

On day thirty, the panther rubbed his head on me, marking me as his. Junelight wasn't happy about this and rubbed her head on me...

Traveling was a lot faster with the hawkstrider, even if she was bitey and pecky. Despite that, I decided to name her something cute.

Before we left Undercity I decided that we would come back to Tirisfal Glades. The undead had helped us so much in the Ghostlands...

It was the druid who had played with Junelight. He had heard of our deeds and had come to congratulate us. "Sorry for waking you...

Dawnstar spire, that is where Dar'Khan schemed for so long. The building itself was surprisingly tidy, unlike the rest of the buildings...

A giant spider loomed over us. It was so large that it eclipsed Junelight with its shadow. Debris from the branches it broke fell around us.

It took some effort but we eventually figured out how to put the souls to rest. My magic seemed to hit them despite their incorporeal forms.

They sent us, to kill spiders. SPIDERS, well not exactly spiders but basically, to reclaim an abandoned village.

Before heading to the Ghostlands I decided to take up cooking, fishing, herbalism, and alchemy. Junelight and I would need to be prepared.

I found Runewarden Deryan, near the central runestone. He told me how Arthus attack had destroyed most of them and others had been stolen.