30 December

Ah, Zul Farrak. Intrestin place. We ventured in for the second time tonight. Gol, Fel, Kazzi, Ana and myself. We made it to the gong quite easily. We had to free Bly and then, when we asked him about the rod, he fought us. Strange man. He seemed a bit offended. *shrug* Anyways, we get to this pool, and there's this gong. We're supposed to ring it to summon Gah'Zilla. Well, ya need a hammer. Which you get in the Hinterlands. What kind of mess is that? None of us had any idea. Alas, we will return another time. Golech was required to return to the Hinterlands. I met him there and Poski, a new guildmate joined us. The three of us aquired the hammer from the alter. We had to take it into the ancient troll city to transform it. An aquaintance, Baratus joined us. His aid was most appreciated as he made it easy to transform the hammer into the Mallet of Zul'Farrak. Ah, soon.

Folks are a strange sort. They'll pop up jusa bout anywhere. I must wonder bout their intentions.

21 December

Golech and I ventured into the Sunken Temple for respective tasks assigned to us by our trainers. Both involve Voodoo Feathers. I can't find my around in there. I really don't like it. It's so dark, damp, and well, dank. Is that even a word? Lanaki wanted to join us, but the place was deserted. No way to summon him. Well, I think we went the wrong way and ended up in quite a dilemna. We were unable to complete our assigned tasks but had quite a bit of fun before I just started falling asleep.

15 December

I ventured forth this night ta find me one of those hot little elf costumes. I saw lots of gnomes running around in them, as well as the Winter Revelers. Can ya believe there's a machine in Stormwind (and other places, I'm told) that will dress ya up, for free! Woohoo! I was tickled. I had to sign some papers and such fore they'd let me on. Nothin was gonna stop me from being dressed like an elf! I jumped in that machine and fore I knew it, I was a gnome in a green elf costume! A gnome I say! But hey, when I danced, I danced like a gnome. I looked like a gnome, danced like a gnome, talked like a gnome! I was a gnome! I knew I shoulda read those papers I signed.

Fortunately, my gnomeness didn't last forever. Felspar has been sent to the Temple in the Swamp of Sorrows for somethin sneaky, I'm sure. Anyhows, he asked Golech and myself to accompany him. We were not successful last night. Twas jus too much fer the three of us. Golech thinks he'll have his infernal soon and will be able to kick ass. We shall see. We're all three taking Kazzi and Ana back through Uldaman tonight. Praise the Light, I hope this is the last time I have to go there. *sighs* Ladora and Bell both will need to go at a later time for their chantin.

Ah, has been a long day and I'm camped out here in Felwood. I'll return home tomorrow.

15 December
I awoke briefly this mornin to noise and clatter. I walked outside the inn. Yes, I was too weary to even make it to my home last eve. It was early, much to early to see so much traffic. But somehow, overnight, the dwarves had decorated Iron Forge! And Greatfather Winter had appeared! It was so excitin. I walked around and tried to visit some of the holiday dealers, but the people were unbearable. Just too damn many of 'em. So, I traveled home, to Stormwind. I can stay at Ben's if need be. There I bought some snowballs, to throw back at all the people hitting me with them. One thing I wasn't successful in findin, an elf costume. I saw several wearing them. I want one! They're so hot! I must . . . have . . . an elf costume! That will be the task at hand this eve. Ah, back to bed now.

08 December
Ah, we traversed back into Uldaman last night. Golech, Felspar, and myself are in need of a a power source. Golech and Kazzi are in need of enchantin trainin. And finally, Ana and Kazzi were asked to obtain some urns and necklaces. The dig sites are spread out and various dwarves, troggs, bats, rock creatures, and scorpids block the way. We did very well and fought hard. But in the end fightin for such a long time took it's toll on us and we were unable to get our hands on the power stone. *breaks pencil* *sighs* I shall be glad ta finally get rid of all those creatures in there!

Golech still comes out with some rather uncolorful things sometimes. Last night he offended Ana with a reference to setting Kazzi's cat on fire. I think my look let him know not to say anythin more.

On a different note, Kronas left the guild a few days ago. Joined his sister Candrae in another guild. I can't say that I'm goin ta miss him.

07 December
Met a little dwarf by the name of Falroy. I'm not sure what he's up to. He like, most others, eyed me bare thighs. However, me thighs are no longer bare! I'm proud to say, I have a new pair of leggings that cover me. I can now walk around without having to cover up with a robe or tabard, at the least.

I digress . . . this Falroy, I met him in the auction house. Little critter just walked right up to me. Asked if he could ask me a few questions. So, we ventured outside the gates of Iron Forge. It seems, or he says, he's writing a book on the adventuring and would like to hear some tales. We didn't talk for long, I was road weary, and not feeling my best.

Well, I'll probably talk with him more, but you've always got to be on your toes when dealing with strangers.

06 December
Sometimes, it gets harder and harder to follow my family's trusting way of life. I find myself more and more wary of my surrounding, second guessing everything everyone says. I do trust my guildmates, well most of them anyways. And the Horde, well, they just get more and more evil each day. Attacking Auberdine? Trying to make their way to the village. What purpose is in killing younglings?

There are but two things that stop me from killing or die trying to kill each one I see. First, there is my family. But hear me now, that reason is not enough in itself to stop me! Sadly, it's the second thing. I was reminded of this tonight when Nyca told us about traveling with a Tauren, she called him her companion. She was terribly bothered when he was slain in the foothills. But he willed himself back to life and returned to her. She happily continued on their journey. But, getting back to my story.

When I was younger, much younger, I met a hunter by the name of Thagrynor. He is how I became a Knight. We had been adventuring in the Wetlands, he was in need of some leather, err, red whelp scales I believe. Actually, if I remember correctly, I was still a leatherworker at the time. Anyway, we were slaying whelps, simply for the leather. This Tauren came up, a druid. She was battle weary and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw us. She smiled cautiosly at us. We smiled cautiously at her. After standing around for a moment, we each continued on while keeping an eye on the other. She saw us skinning the dead whelps and stood by her last kill and pointed to it. As if to say, "Take this, skin it, it's yours." She even went back and made sure we could skin each whelp she had already killed. So began our little team. She would mightily hand the whelp it's death, and we would skin them.

All was good, until two humans happened along and started making rude remarks to the Tauren. She looked at us pleadingly, with peace. I told the them, "She only wants peace, she has been very helpful to us, allowing us to skin what she kills." The humans taunted her and then began to make remarks to us. Even after protest, the humans attacked her. Gryn and I watched. I was so torn. My heart is with the alliance, forever. I would surely die for it. But how can I condone the murder of a being who clearly only wanted peace? Even if that being belongs with the Horde? She stood there for a minute, taking the abuse. When she had enough, she fought back. I could see the pain in her eyes. She only wanted peace. Can I blame her for defending herself? Wouldn't you do the same? She slewed the two humans with ease and looked at Gryn and myself with regret in her eyes. As the humans were dying, they cursed Gryn and myself, for watching them die. I could have healed them. I could have saved them.

02 December
*looks around warily, unsure of her surroundings* I thought it was time to tell you a bit more about myself. *shakes head* Now don't go gettin' too excited! Just a lil' bit!


I am Mirabetha Traas. I am a Paladin, like my father before me. I am in my 49th season. I have a sister, of sorts. Ladora Moonglow. She is a Night Elf Priest. How does a human have an elf for a sister, you ask? Pft, I shall share that at another time! I also have a younger brother, Ben . . . Benoin Traas. He followed in my father's footsteps as well.

*looks into the distance* Ah, well, I believe that is enough for ya. Fare thee well, for now.

Mirabetha, er Mira, my friends call me Mira.

01 December
The writing in this book is sloppy and hastely written, as if the writer were riding a horse while writing. It is clear the writer has good penmanship but does not take the time to use it.

I found this here book while investigatin' the crater. I tried to find the owner, to no avail. I've decided to keep track of some of my travels. No matter that I never finished my education. Somebody can work with my words and make sense of out it. Who in tha hell am I writing to?

Jaded--I'm fed up with people, people you should be able to trust turning their back on you and hurting you. So, I stay rather detached from other people now. I cherish my family and my guildmates. I would give them my boots if they had none. However I will not let them in.

Spiritual--I am a Paladin as my father before me. My mother, a Priestess. I have followed the Light for as long as I can remember.

Fiery--I can be hard to handle. I am passionate about fighting and people. However, this passion can be a bit ugly sometimes. Crossing me can get you walking your happy ass back to your corpse.

Opinionated--I have my beliefs, about things in life, as well as about me. I'll be happy to tell ya about most of them, and it is doubtful you'll be able to change my mind. As long as I'm not telling you about myself. That isn't going to happen.