The Bounty

Several of my Night Elf friends were sent from Darnassus to the Ghost Lands, and recently, I’ve recieved a letter from one.

She wrote to me, saying that she had heard whispers that a Blood Elf Rogue named Ella has placed a bounty on me! From what I understand, she will pay 20 gold per horn on my head! At first I laughed. This was ridiculous. But as I read more of the letter, I learned it was true. I don’t know any Blood Elves – let alone know why one would want to target just me! I’ve decided to stay near the larger cities and away from the trade cities until this just blows over.

I talked to the Corps. about it. Sergty, of course, scoffed at me, but Sprock thinks it won’t blow over so easily. Luckily for me, I have Fugikuro to keep me safe!

Strength of the Hunter

My good friend and hunter trainer in Darnassus sent me half-way across Azeroth to speak to an untainted Fugbolg to advance in my training. Among other things, I was instructed to track and kill several Young Wavethrashers – and I did.

At the Source

During my travels, I saw this mountain from very far away. Thinking it could be a volcano, I steered clear at first. But as I grew closer, I realized it was overflowing with not fire, but with water. It may be one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen on my journey.

Exalted

After much hard work, the Night Elves have Exalted my name in Darnassus! When I am older, I am told that I will even be presented with one of their own Saber mounts! I’m very excited and happy!

Of Water and Light

As I’m sure many of you know, even as I huntress, I am learning and studing the art and craft of water and frost magic. Growing up in the snow and ice with a Priestess mother and a Shaman father, I have always been in love with magic – but only of water and light. My swords, given to me by Fugikuro, were made from the coldest ice, and they feel so wonderful to use.

I’ve been practicing my magics every day, and right now they are still hoplessly weak. The most I can do is enchant my traps with frost and ice. Soon, very soon, I hope to do more.

After the Swim

A Letter from Miss Scaralet

It seems Miss Scaralet was low on iron she uses to create her spectacular bombs. I had a bit leftover from my most recent tussle with my jewelcrafting, and so I sent it to her.

In return, she sent me a wonderful letter, saying,

Flattered, but a bit confused, I replied, “So… wouldn’t that make me a succubis then?” I’m sure she had a good laugh at my expence, and replied:

A Fond Memory

I gazed at the sky for some time today… Watyr’s magic would be at it’s peak today. Without her, sometimes I feel like I’m spiraling down into darkness.

“The Crystal Caverns” ~ Photograph by Amithyst

Continuing the Search

I spent a considerable amount of time searching Watyr’s childhood home for any trace of her. No one had seen her, no one had spoken to her. No one had heard about any rogue druids in the area. I looked everywhere, even making my way to Darkshore. She’s nowhere. I’m falling apart without her.

I’m breaking down.

Emmerich

Emmerich is the most curious mage I’ve met in my entire life. An inventor, he makes fantastic inventions using the coveted Goblin Engineering teachings. His paranoia and fear make him hard to get along with, but I sence that in the future, he will become someone great.

(( I love this screenshot! XD ))