Name: Kutira
Race: Orc
Class: Warrior
Spec: Fury/Protection
Guild: <Reckless Minority>
Server: Alterac Mountains-US
Completed Questing Areas:
Durotar, Mulgore, Northern Barrens, Eversong Woods, Tirisfal Glades,
Azshara (All three completed 'Glutton' achievements, plus 'Joy Ride'),
Ghostlands, Silverpine Forest, Hillsbrad Foothills, Ashenvale, Stonetalon Mountains, Arathi Highlands, Hinterlands, Northern Barrens
Completed Dungeons [Weapon Hoarding]:
Ragefire Chasm [Oggleflint's Inspirer, Cursed Felblade, Bazzalan's Blade]
Deadmines [Smite's Reaver, Cookie's Tenderizer]
Wailing Caverns [Stinging Viper, Worn Turtle Shell Shield]
Shadowfang Keep [Baron's Scepter, Commander's Crest, Haunting Blade]
Stormwind Stockades [Cold Iron Pick]
Blackfathom Deeps [-]
Gnomeregan [Hydrocane]
Razorfen Kraul [Thornspike]
Maraudon [-]
Scarlet Monastery: Graveyard [-]
Scarlet Monastery: Library [-]
Scarlet Monastery: Armory [Ravager]
Scarlet Monastery: Cathedral [Aegis of the Scarlet Commander]
My journeys have been full of mystery and wonder, but nothing compares to the strangest occurrence I've ever encountered.
I was relaxing in The Broken Tusk inn in Orgrimmar. When out of NOWHERE, this blue rectangle crashed down through the ceiling and crushed poor Gamon underneath it. Everyone was in high alert, weapons drawn, teeth bared, bloodlust rising. A comrade (I used this lightly, as Gamon had fits of drunken rage where -everyone- was at risk), had been killed in our very home!
A man stepped forth from the rectangle. He didn't look anything special. He was wearing one of those.. uhh.. Penguin suits. With stripes.. Pinstripes. He was human, but no one moved. He pulled a pair of spectacles from his inner coat pocket that stirred a few blades, but he carefully placed them on his nose, glanced around the room until his eyes stopped on me.
He nodded once and beckoned me over. Glances shot my way, heads shaking warily, but I've always been inquisitive, so I went to the human. He placed a small hand on my shoulder and whispered something in a language I didn't understand with my ears, but my mind knew exactly what he wanted.
I was to go with him. And leave this place behind.
I stole a peek around the room, but saw no familiar faces holding me back. I sneaked a glance at Gamon and saw one of his legs twitch, which forced a grin. I nodded to the man and followed him back into the blue rectangle, with something written in what I could only assume was that garbled mess of Common.
As the doors of the rectangle slid closed, I saw through the windows of the box as the inn began to vanish in front of my eyes. Then a severe case of vertigo hit my stomach and I clenched my teeth and lurched over, keeping my lunch where it was supposed to be. Heaving gasps hissed through my teeth. The man said nothing, only stared forward.
Almost as quickly as it had begun, the vertigo stopped and I heard the sound of wood breaking, a loud thump, and angry howls. He pushed the doors open and out we stepped..
Into the Broken Tusk inn in Orgrimmar.
The man smirked at my jaw-dropped expression, patted my shoulder, whispered something in my ear and stepped back into the machine. Which faded away and vanished completely.
What he said? "Welcome to Lothar."
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.
Signing off on journal entry three, Kutira,
P.S. I think this indicates a need for a new journal..
