<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:11:21.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leather-bound Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>The Journal of Mirabetha Traas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-943274912465177810</id><published>2011-07-28T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:03:55.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Don't forget to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mira walks in the empty guild hall, stopping as she crosses the threshold.  The familiar sights, smells, things she hasn't felt in years come washing back over her.  Her eyes immediately brim with tears and she takes a breath.  She pulls a piece of frostweave out and dabs her eyes as she makes her way across the common area.  She lightly fingers the armor, drawings, and notes posted on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined, she sucks in her sobs and walks to her former quarters. She wonders if Moonracer occupied them.  Turning the lock, she trembles as the door creaks open, the room just as she'd left it years ago.  Overwhelming sadness and regret fill her heart as she looks through her old things.  After a few minutes, she comes across her old&lt;br /&gt;journal.  She settles onto the bed with a heavy sigh and opens the worn tome.  her fingers trace the old words, some forgotten, some she only wishes she could forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I left you all.  I knew nothing else I could do."  she murmurs, to no one.  "The Knights will always hold a special place in my heart."  The sobs she can no longer hold break her words and she quickly closes the tome, hugging it to her chest as she lays down on the old bed and curls up.  Halo and Ben race through her mind, along with all of her old friends.  Long lost now, it seems.  Her heart is heavy with what she knows she has to do, what she came here to do, what she hasn't been able to do for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her crying wears her down, and soon enough she settles into a fitful sleep, unintentionally spending her last night within those hallowed halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn breaks, and the early Darnassian sun filters through the window, waking Mira.  She sits up, and runs her fingers through her red hair, tucking the unruly locks behind her ear.  She tarries not, feeling more relief and exhaustion than sadness.  She takes one last look around the room, tucking the old journal into her bag as she walks out&lt;br /&gt;one last time.  Her only pause is to stick a short, hastily scribbled note by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye my Knights.  Where I shall be, I'm not sure.  But I shall always be a Knight in my heart, and if you shall have need of me, I will do my best to aid.  All of love,  Mira."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes one quick look around and steps out, shutting the door behind her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-943274912465177810?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/943274912465177810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=943274912465177810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/943274912465177810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/943274912465177810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2011/07/mira-walks-in-empty-guild-hall-stopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8597832668071369240</id><published>2008-01-14T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:18:31.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years.... It's been two years since Rivkah handed over the Knights. It feels like a stitch in time but oh, how things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've grown.  We've lost.  We've been happy, and sad.  We've seen new families begin...and families end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Knights.  I'm very proud of them.  There's changes I still would like to make, but we're okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...two years. It's odd that it didn't alway feel like -my- family instead of Rivkah's. She's been gone, for the most part, since I began. But her presence was still with me. I worried about makin changes that she wouldn't like. I worried about upsettin her. Yeah, it's been nearly two years, an only in the last year have I started to feel like it's my family. OUR family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've grown. Can I handle it? I certainly ain't had no trainin leadin folk or nothin. I just want us to work together, play together, love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be nothin without all of the members. I wouldn't be able to get anything done without Wind an Tae an the ladies an lords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate them all.  I should tell em more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful knights.  My family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed.  More than most will ever know.  I'm happy.  So very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8597832668071369240?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8597832668071369240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8597832668071369240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8597832668071369240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8597832668071369240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/01/14-january-two-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3118163138604508479</id><published>2008-01-13T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:18:01.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fulo osa O rini osa do falla ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3118163138604508479?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3118163138604508479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3118163138604508479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3118163138604508479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3118163138604508479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/01/13-january-o-fulo-osa-o-rini-osa-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7563089893051626488</id><published>2008-01-05T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:17:38.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about her. Somethin ain't right. She's always been a bit rough..but never mean or hateful. She even snapped at me. She says she's all right, but I ain't so sure. I feel really helpless. What can I do? I don't know nothin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7563089893051626488?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7563089893051626488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7563089893051626488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7563089893051626488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7563089893051626488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/01/05-january-i-worry-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3227712501304283617</id><published>2007-12-31T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:17:15.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly happy.  Another realization that came quickly.  Startled me and took my breath.  Not as much as the one, but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it something can sneak up on you and once you realize what's happened, it's really too late to stop it. Do you even wanna stop it? I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin back a few months, I realized...and it caught my breath. I felt stuck under water for a few moments, unable to take a breath. Breath I needed. Had I really cared....it would've been way too late. It sounds bad. Perhaps it was for a short time. But it didn't take long for the panic to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3227712501304283617?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3227712501304283617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3227712501304283617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3227712501304283617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3227712501304283617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/12/31-december-i-am-truly-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8897849113999760466</id><published>2007-12-24T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:16:34.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd. It's odd how something that seems so silly at the time can cause a world of trouble. How quickly something so sweet and special can be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not as I think.  As bad.  I hope I get over this feelin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8897849113999760466?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8897849113999760466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8897849113999760466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8897849113999760466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8897849113999760466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/12/24-december-its-odd.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7565625196552461778</id><published>2007-12-20T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:16:03.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's truly gone. I went after him, a couple months back, after gettin word of where he might be. But I got nothin...now...I can't even sense him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am but one.  Something new...something I don't like.  One Traas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7565625196552461778?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7565625196552461778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7565625196552461778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7565625196552461778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7565625196552461778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/12/20-december-i-think-hes-truly-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-6864448272782167218</id><published>2007-12-12T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:19:23.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change. Life ebbs and flows through many twists and turns. There's changes I've experienced that I wouldn't have ever said likely. Fel, I wouldn't have even allowed em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel's slipped off.  Gone.  Into the shadows.  Ree's stepped back.  Rivkah's disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've ventured into Medihv's tower. A rather dangerous place. Over all, I'm pleased with how it's goin. We'll see what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm workin on definin some things within the Knights. Our family grows an is successful. But I still feel the need to know each one. I don't think I'm successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-6864448272782167218?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6864448272782167218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=6864448272782167218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6864448272782167218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6864448272782167218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-december-things-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-5284060389292701718</id><published>2007-11-29T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:19:37.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;29 November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nero grows. He's the cutest, sweetest thing. Heh..has a habit of gettin into stuff. His feathers are startin to show, a light golden color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang to me tonight. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. The finest music, the most well-trained artist couldn't compare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-5284060389292701718?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5284060389292701718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=5284060389292701718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5284060389292701718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5284060389292701718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/29-november-nero-grows.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7475359647579141639</id><published>2007-11-15T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:21:23.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin's gone now as well. I really thought she'd be some help with settin up the guild vault, but no, she got moved to Stormwind, an we ain't heard from her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing, makes it easier for folk to get what they need, but it's been tough gettin things right for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7475359647579141639?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7475359647579141639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7475359647579141639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7475359647579141639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7475359647579141639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-november-fins-gone-now-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3825659496211145789</id><published>2007-11-13T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:21:40.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that things always seem one step ahead of you? I ain't seen or heard from him for months. Folks say they've briefly heard his voice or that he's picked up his stones, but I got nothin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long ago sold his place in Stormwind, his dog's here with me.  He's disappeared before.  Sure he's gotta be all right...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got word...I heard that he was in trouble, needed help...immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginnin to think I'll never know him again, never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One...step...behind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3825659496211145789?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3825659496211145789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3825659496211145789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3825659496211145789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3825659496211145789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/01/13-november-why-is-it-that-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-1029818302818639013</id><published>2007-10-31T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:21:53.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31 October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leavin at the crack of dawn in the mornin. I gotta write what I can, no time for goodbyes. I gotta hurry...time's wastin. If I'm gonna find him, I gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-1029818302818639013?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1029818302818639013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=1029818302818639013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1029818302818639013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1029818302818639013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/31-october-ill-be-leavin-at-crack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3977877942384190751</id><published>2007-10-17T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:22:08.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;17 October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I feel better. You'd think I'd feel cleansed. Instead, I'm just tired. It was hard. Last night was the first time since my parents passed. I don't much like it. I don't wanna do it again any time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3977877942384190751?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3977877942384190751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3977877942384190751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3977877942384190751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3977877942384190751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2008/10/17-october-im-not-sure-if-i-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3249029772144826189</id><published>2007-10-11T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:25:28.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to do was run. I haven't felt like runnin away like that in a long time. I fell asleep rather quickly, but I tossed an turned. And woke often. At some point, I was alone.  Why did it feel almost a relief?  Fitful sleep. Fitful rest. Fitful thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself stay. I don't know that I'm any better for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3249029772144826189?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3249029772144826189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3249029772144826189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3249029772144826189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3249029772144826189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/16-october-all-i-wanted-to-do-was-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-9002205252578568830</id><published>2007-10-05T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:56:09.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better. Still a bit snarky. Hopefully, that'll work itself on out. There's some folk I'm not at all snarky around. Others I tend to just fuss to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly birds.  Are they birds?  I dunno.  They're proud, happy.  Heh, well they seem so.  I reckon that's all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-9002205252578568830?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/9002205252578568830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=9002205252578568830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/9002205252578568830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/9002205252578568830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/05-october-i-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-4255417663903401826</id><published>2007-10-02T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:55:47.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts, no way to get them down.  Not sure I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've neglected this for so long, much like I've neglected other things. I tend to live in, in many ways, in denial. It works great until, as a friend recently told me, reality smacks you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today feelin fine. Perhaps focusin on some little things, but fine. Suddenly, I'm in a mood an things hit me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's things I don't wanna think about, things I don't want talked to me about. How these things affect me...is it my mood, the circumstance, what? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been into Karazhan for more then a look-see. Instead of a light-hearted tour, fightin ensued. They didn't make it far, but it's been all right. I look forward to the Knights gatherin a group and goin. Got the people. I'd say it'd be up to him. He needs to arrange all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wager not many folk would want for much to be around me right now. Seems some folks just set me off right now. Tense and snarky does not good company make. I don't feel like this around everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-4255417663903401826?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4255417663903401826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=4255417663903401826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4255417663903401826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4255417663903401826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/02-october-so-many-thoughts-no-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7519051480286713976</id><published>2007-09-09T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:55:18.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;09 September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling, pushing, clinging, chasing....circles go round and round. Perhaps things have changed some. Am I pushing away...chasing away? I might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaate got married. They had a private ceremony, invited folks to the reception. It was nice. I don't know Trusiel much. I just want her to find happiness. I think she needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't lose it...it's right here.  And it's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I struggle to find words.  I'm saying less and less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7519051480286713976?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7519051480286713976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7519051480286713976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7519051480286713976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7519051480286713976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/09/09-september-pulling-pushing-clinging.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-5685588061676086764</id><published>2007-09-05T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:20:31.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;05 September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a trying day...I'd rather not repeat any of it. I'm settlin into bed here in Ironforge. I've not spent the night here in ages. I sold our place when I moved to Shattrath. Makes no sense to keep up so many households. But there's still rooms for rent around, and I found a comfortable enough bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiesty showed up tonight. She said her goodbye's. She wouldn't tell us where she was goin, but called it a suicide mission. I don't like that one bit. Cali, Halo, Ree, an me all sat in the tavern in Iron Forge an drank with her. I told her it won't goodbye and did my best Tyree impersonation tellin her she would come back...that I demanded it. If only I believed it myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost it, I think.  This is so much more than I ever imagined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-5685588061676086764?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5685588061676086764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=5685588061676086764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5685588061676086764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5685588061676086764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/09/05-september-what-trying-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-170054703282424319</id><published>2007-09-03T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:20:48.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;03 September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a bit fuzzy. I went to help Wind with a little pig problem and we were joined by this mage she met. He's an odd sort, indeed. I figure him to be half nuts. Seems, Vael had been charged with lookin after him, an well, he lost him. He called me Beth. No one calls me Beth but Ben...who's gone..again...I felt odd...sad...almost... meh..I need to talk to Vael. Findin him may prove as difficult for me as his findin that mage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.  Why do I feel like it's about to slip through my fingers...again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-170054703282424319?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/170054703282424319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=170054703282424319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/170054703282424319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/170054703282424319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/09/03-september-time-is-bit-fuzzy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-4603340923659138670</id><published>2007-08-29T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:25:36.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tucked inside the journal is a stained and somewhat tattered piece of parchment. While the parchment has seen better days, the doodle seems fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://knightsofysera.net/components/com_fireboard/uploaded/images/Tinyysera_line_parchment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://knightsofysera.net/components/com_fireboard/uploaded/images/Tinyysera_line_parchment2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-4603340923659138670?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4603340923659138670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=4603340923659138670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4603340923659138670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4603340923659138670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/09/tucked-inside-journal-is-stained-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-722686955740648206</id><published>2007-08-27T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:24:47.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;27 August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naxxramas...an interesting venture, indeed. Not unsuccessful, but no where near being successful. How very ironic that I learned three epic quality smithin patterns that I'll likely never have a use for. I find that a bit ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exalted with the Argent Dawn now, no doubt they'll be callin for me to come help. I keep hearin nasty rumors bout stuff goin on up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wandering Knights hosted a Tournament of Champions Sunday evenin. It was rather interestin. Interesting company, interesting conversations. The rounds went fairly quickly. The exhibits of power were quite interesting. It's funny to me that some people feel they have to be in complete control and starve for attention. The silly folks who jumped into the arena are just one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei came by. He actually had the decency to tell me he's leavin for a "vacation" this time. That meant a lot, actually. He said he just needed some time, but I can't help but wonder if it ain't got somethin to do with Feisty bein gone. Meh..he knows I'm here for him when he needs me. Course, so did she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if folks see me as weak when I don't have to run everything the Knights do. Heck, I don't even have to run everything I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-722686955740648206?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/722686955740648206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=722686955740648206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/722686955740648206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/722686955740648206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/09/27-august-naxxramas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-1863806711551863571</id><published>2007-08-20T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:24:11.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty good.  I look back, an I can't really think of much I got to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weddin this weekend. As much as I try...I hate em. I just don't really see what's so great about em. Rarely does anyone stay married. Rarely is the marriage sacred in any way. Meh...I wish em the best. I don't know her, but he's a good gent, if a little spastic. I just don't ever think it'll be for me..no matter how it's tailored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good friends. Other than the wedding and reminders of selfish, foolish people, I've been good. Meh..actually, lately, I feel like I've been sippin from a moonwell. Tis a good thing, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-1863806711551863571?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1863806711551863571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=1863806711551863571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1863806711551863571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1863806711551863571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-august-life-is-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-6617700671337979579</id><published>2007-07-27T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:27:00.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the last few weeks has been a blur. My ability to pick up my stones and hold them has been un-reliable at best. Whild it hasn't been as bad as my ability to enter the guild hall, it's been frustratin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed many of my friends, our schedules not meshing. There's been celebrations as well as frightenin experiences. The last few weeks have brought out emotions I didn't know existed any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have several "heroic" keys. I wonder when I'll use them. I'm missing the key from Honor Hold, and I expect it'll be a long time afore I'm liked enough to get that one. I've yet to even see the Shattered Halls. Isn't that sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knights have celebrated their 2nd anniversary. The actual celebration was almost a week late and very quiet. We drank and told little things about each other. I rather liked it. I hope everyone else did. We had some distinguished guests which included Halo, Slaate, and Lady Raveion and several of the Wandering Knights. I think folks were surprised and delighted with what others said about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our talk, Dae took off to the tower to do some readin or somethin. He never returned and our dear Wind took off after him. He was gone, and there were drag marks from the tower. Thank goodness the Wandering Knights were there, for they helped with the search and rescue. I..I just stood there, really unable to do anything. He was found out in the Great Sea...weighted down, near death. I wonder who would've done that and why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems many people are findin love, others are slipping further from it. Happiness seems so fleetin then all of a sudden it hits you in the face. I'm extremely happy for some, really worried about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to sit and drink with friends several nights recently, when I could hold my stones. I've enjoyed that a lot. I'm afraid to name em here, for fear I'd miss someone. There's not many things I'd rather do than sit and chat with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had good talks and bad talks. One in particular reminded me of just how shut off I am from everyone...everything. Someone really let me have it because I couldn't open up to them. No, I can't. No..I don't trust you. I said it. I think most people know it, they just let me be me or move on to something else. Most move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I've been and I certainly don't know where I'm goin.  In the here now when nothin else matters, I smile.  I know a taste isn't enough, will this be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-6617700671337979579?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6617700671337979579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=6617700671337979579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6617700671337979579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6617700671337979579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/07/27-july-most-of-last-few-weeks-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-861944210943821045</id><published>2007-07-09T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:30:37.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice visit in the Scryer's Terrace. Seems for an Aldor, I spend a lot of time there. The pipes are good and the company's good. What else could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to spend some time with old friends and new alike as well as some that we're just getting to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how quickly time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fan of the rain. The way if feels hitting my face. The way it cools my skin. I got a taste the other night. Now I wonder if a taste is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-861944210943821045?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/861944210943821045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=861944210943821045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/861944210943821045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/861944210943821045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/09/09-july-had-nice-visit-in-scryers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-6119845422385481825</id><published>2007-06-21T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:27:58.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(167, 167, 167); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are better left unsaid. Heh, I'm one to avoid making assumptions. Too many folks have done it to me. But in this case, just knowing was enough. The words should've never been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note...first flight. One's first flight I think is the most magical experience. Fortunately, the feeling lasts for a while. I'm always pleased to be able to share someone's first flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-6119845422385481825?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6119845422385481825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=6119845422385481825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6119845422385481825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6119845422385481825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/06/21-june-some-things-are-better-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-2779230492800557718</id><published>2007-06-13T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:28:21.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd been promising to take me out carousin for a goodly while. Heh, he said we'd drink, smoke, and look for women. I told him I'd leave the lookin for women part to him. As it turns out, we had company for some of it, too. Stormwind, Ironforge, and Booty Bay. The taverns in the cities were very quiet. We had our own entertainment, though. Booty Bay was a bit more active, even had some priest watchin over us for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's perfected his herb mixture and taught me how to properly smoke from that little pipe. I liked that about as much as I like those hookah pipes. Sro said he'd make me a pipe. Now to find somethin to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun.  I'm not far from bein ready to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-2779230492800557718?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2779230492800557718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=2779230492800557718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2779230492800557718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2779230492800557718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/06/13-june-hed-been-promising-to-take-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-6324927815313299623</id><published>2007-06-12T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:28:43.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  New experiences are sometimes almost magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my first trip into Onyxia's Lair tonight. It was chaotic, but she went down without too much of a problem. It's kinda silly that I'm just now doing these sorts of things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-6324927815313299623?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6324927815313299623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=6324927815313299623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6324927815313299623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6324927815313299623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/06/11-june-life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-1964157740424715260</id><published>2007-06-06T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:22:09.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>06 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to one of the most amazing lightening storms I've seen in some time. Boom! At first, I tried not to look. "Must Sleep," I told myself. Soon though, I knew I'd not be able to sleep, the constant crashes, explosions, rumbling across the sky. I life up the clefthide blanket and stare up at the sky.  The first drops sprinkling my face.  Watching it instantaneously change from an inky black to a bright, yet drab gray. I watch the lightening jump across the sky. I see the sky light up, yet still jump when the thunder boomed mere moments later. As time passed, the boom took longer to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as soon as it started, the sky settled down to a mellow rumble and the rain began. The rain that will lull me back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-1964157740424715260?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1964157740424715260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=1964157740424715260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1964157740424715260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1964157740424715260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/06/06-june-i-woke-up-to-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8139634864777116287</id><published>2007-06-03T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:39:34.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit worried about about one of my Knights. Well, more than one, but... This one, she seems tired a lot and worried for her sister. We'll need to make it to the Moonglade in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some ... news today.  Emm has stepped down as Defiant of the Bastion. Mograthna has stepped up to take her place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ree finished her trainin tonight and now has a beautiful snowy gryph. She was so excited. It was really neat to see her excitement and to be able to share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to try to understand the Draenei more, as I've tried to understand the Kaldorei. Though, each being is still an individual, I'm sometimes lost. I have questions...do all of them have a strong work ethic? Do all look at things in the concrete..black and white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's shown back up. Yet he hasn't approached me about my needin to talk to him. Instead, he chooses to snoop around and spy on me. Silly man...doesn't he know that if I wish to keep a secret, there's no way he'd find out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8139634864777116287?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8139634864777116287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8139634864777116287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8139634864777116287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8139634864777116287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/06/03-june-im-bit-worried-about-about-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7535990211607667138</id><published>2007-05-29T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:38:55.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;29 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel well...and I'm tired of folks askin me what's wrong. I know they're concerned, but I'm not -actin- like something's wrong. I'm talking and conversing and whatever, just like normal. I'm not moping. In addition to not feeling well, I'm just generally grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my grumpiness is telling.  Need to get rid of grumpy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7535990211607667138?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7535990211607667138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7535990211607667138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7535990211607667138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7535990211607667138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/29-may-i-dont-feel-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8614918539935315563</id><published>2007-05-28T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:38:36.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28 May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my good deed....Is this bad? It's Children's Week or some such and folks are really enjoyin takin the kids around to see the sights. I did it to make the Lower City like me more. I'm not good with kids. I kept losin this one! Thank goodness the matron gave me a whistle...though I felt like I was callin a dog....The kid gave me her baby elekk, Peanut...who likes to stand under my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent another night in a bar with folks. Good conversation...well, most of it was anyways. Again, enjoyable with lots of drink...and I left early again...Fiest told one helluva story. She's good at that. Moon was put on the spot but he wouldn't tell anything good. Rhiver and her pack are quite close and protective. Much like the Knights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good drink, good company...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8614918539935315563?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8614918539935315563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8614918539935315563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8614918539935315563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8614918539935315563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/28-may-i-did-my-good-deed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-4944035772023801878</id><published>2007-05-27T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:29:01.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="msgtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night was both eventful and un-eventful.  Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evenin, Ree and I were in Stormwind to meet Vael and Windblossom. We had a nice surprise, and we retired to the Blue Recluse for drinks and conversation. As the night progressed and we drank more an more, people revolved in and out. Some ladies from a different guild...Ath-somethin joined us and we all talked and drank. Unfortunately, I grew too tired to continue on and had to be a party-pooper. I'm usually the last to leave something...but my mood just wasn't what I want it to be. Rhyx embarassed the day-lights out of me, but the other patrons didn't seem to mind her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, I don't get hang-overs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-4944035772023801878?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4944035772023801878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=4944035772023801878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4944035772023801878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4944035772023801878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-27-well-last-night-was-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-4840439756713239410</id><published>2007-05-25T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:23:58.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't heard from him.  I reckon he's avoidin me.  Perhaps he's realized the err of his ways.  But none-the-less, he can't avoid me for too long.  Especially if he knows what's good for him.  Heh, I actually sound dangerous.  I'm not dangerous at all.  Definitely not malicious as I've been accused.  What would make someone think me harmful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Lyrren and I had a primal gatherin party.  It was a bit chaotic.  I got pretty stressed among other things.  We spent about 2.5 bells and gathered 15 primals...enough for each person who came one.  I had a nice relaxin time afterwards.  It was what I needed to end the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-4840439756713239410?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4840439756713239410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=4840439756713239410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4840439756713239410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4840439756713239410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/25-may-i-still-havent-heard-from-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-2762242619176648834</id><published>2007-05-18T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:29:13.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I haven't heard from him since I told him we needed to talk. He said he'd take care of her. I think she needs help now. Give him the benefit of the doubt....He's a good man...he better take care of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-2762242619176648834?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2762242619176648834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=2762242619176648834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2762242619176648834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2762242619176648834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-18-heh-i-havent-heard-from-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-5894717500696653188</id><published>2007-05-12T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:11:49.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weddin was a nice one...as far as weddings go anyways. Even if the groom was a bit late. I was tired, uneasy so I left pretty quick after the ceremony was over. I sat out in the fresh air of the Hinterlands for a goodly while. Remembered places I'd near forgotten about. I think...I think I'll visit some of em when I have the time, when I wanna get away. It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...I think somethin needs to be done about her.  She's in trouble.  I just know it.  Now...now I gotta talk to him.  Ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-5894717500696653188?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5894717500696653188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=5894717500696653188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5894717500696653188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5894717500696653188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/12-may-weddin-was-nice-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7097985478339797762</id><published>2007-05-08T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:11:28.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;08 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been a slow one. Just like I wanted, pretty much. Gwyn and Ryn's reception was the Saturday night. It was nice, I just don't really enjoy those things. I'd much rather be with a smaller group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two of my friends may be gone for a while an it saddens me greatly. Hopefully, Elune, the Light and all that jazz will follow em and keep em safe. An happy. They need to be happy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to really focus on attainin some keys from different folks in the Outlands. It's not that it's that difficult, just....time consumin and borin. I know what I gotta do, just not how much I gotta do it. I also would like to see the end of the Shadow Labyrinth. Strange how that's a place I can't seem to get to the end of...I'm really beginnin to hate that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita and Seregor get married this week.  I've found a nice skirt...now for somethin to match it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7097985478339797762?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7097985478339797762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7097985478339797762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7097985478339797762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7097985478339797762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/08-may-this-weeks-been-slow-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7125663044879666801</id><published>2007-05-03T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:10:26.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard a conversation in the guild hall.  One I think I should not have been privy to. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when all must be brought out into the open.  I said my mind would be open, but my heart isn't.  Many people let their heart lead them.  I've been told, "I deserve what my heart wants."  It's my heart that keeps me the way I am.  Odd isn't it?  For most, their mind is what stops them from enterin into matters of the heart.  For me, my heart stops me.    My heart cannot stand to ache any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't ache any more.  It's actually usually over-joyed.  It's just not what most folks think I need.  But it is.  As I told a friend today: I think at one time I had faith in Love. Now, that's gone. An honestly, over the past year and a half, I've been happier than I ever was...except for brief, fleetin moments. My heart is full, not with Love, I don't think, but full none-the-less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7125663044879666801?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7125663044879666801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7125663044879666801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7125663044879666801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7125663044879666801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-overheard-conversation-in-guild-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-6262685558464900295</id><published>2007-05-03T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:11:34.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Tyree got her swift mount the other day.  It's beautiful.  She has a wonderful name for her too.   I was grinnin from ear to ear when she told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when I'm friendly with someone, they turn tail an hide when they realize my heart simply won't let me take things further than...friends.  Two people in my life have remained.  And they are my dearest friends.  My next dearest friends never asked for more than friendship.  They're very special to me as well.  Without these four people, I'd never have lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one, I occasionally miss.  I used to be able to talk to her about almost anything.  But she's made choices that...are quite dangerous.  An she says the same about me.  She was the nearest thing I had to a confidant.  Thankfully, I have someone else for that...as Dora's out of my life forever, I believe.  She dropped a new robe by the guild hall.  I'm sure it simply furthered her practice in tailorin.  But, it's pretty anyways an I sent her a nice thank you note.  It's slightly revealin, so I'm not sure I'll wear it to the reception or reserve it for another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-6262685558464900295?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6262685558464900295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=6262685558464900295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6262685558464900295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6262685558464900295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/02-may-our-tyree-got-her-swift-mount.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7874684329515158854</id><published>2007-05-01T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:42:47.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;01 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, we've reached the clutch point. Will it, as usual, all end here, or will it continue on? Only time will tell. There's always a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ventured back into the Shadow Labyrinth last night. I'm really beginnin to hate that place. Luck simply isn't on my side when I'm in there. We made it further than we'd ever made it before but we ran out of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events of the night left me satisfied but longin for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7874684329515158854?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7874684329515158854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7874684329515158854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7874684329515158854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7874684329515158854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/05/01-may-here-we-go-weve-reached-clutch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-4368182254728791482</id><published>2007-04-22T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:42:26.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="msgtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I like surprises. Some are better than others, some are simply intoxicatin. It draws you in, like one inhales the contents of a hookah pipe, slow an deep. Spreadin through your body, blissfully drenchin you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises: unexpected, pleasant, intriguin intoxicatin--what joy. I've received a few such surprises in my lifetime, one most recently, though my memory is fuddled. Could it be the smoke I inhaled, or the surprise itself? Or was it all a surreal hallucination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-4368182254728791482?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4368182254728791482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=4368182254728791482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4368182254728791482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4368182254728791482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/04/22-april-usually-i-like-surprises.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-2766500924993473723</id><published>2007-04-10T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:42:05.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I take things, people for granted? Am I taken for granted? I think both to an extent. Some things or people more so than others. Is this troublesome? Perhaps. How does one fix it? In the case of bein taken for granted, do you pull back? Would others even notice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-2766500924993473723?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2766500924993473723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=2766500924993473723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2766500924993473723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2766500924993473723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-april-do-i-take-things-people-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-614074913876889135</id><published>2007-04-02T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:41:47.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was pretty much as I wanted.  A bit of excitement intermingled with some nice relaxin times.  I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's finally married. He was late, heh, they both were. But all in all, they were married in a nice ceremony. Our "lady of intrigue" officiated and she did a wonderful job. I'm workin on gettin it sketched up. I'll admit, I didn't have the best view. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adventures were fun, challenging in their own way. The conversations were much the same. Some nice, others not so. But, as always, I'll dwell on the nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else I'm left wonderin an dwellin on how to stop someone from tryin to destroy all I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-614074913876889135?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/614074913876889135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=614074913876889135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/614074913876889135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/614074913876889135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-april-my-weekend-was-pretty-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7528553127142020639</id><published>2007-03-30T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:41:25.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;30 March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is to marry tomorrow. I wonder if they’ll go through with it. I have a dress, but I’m not too sure it’s me…I’ll probably look around for something else. He’s found this nice little place in the Wetlands. I never even knew it existed. It’s delightful. The perfect place for a weddin. They seem good for each other. She’s a nice girl. Has a problem with a gnome, though. I’m not sure how that’ll work out. I reckon they’ll go through with it. They both seem happy an eager. But have put it off several times. Heh, I ain’t never been in a weddin before. I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kinda takin it easy. My weekend was pretty busy with goin places. I really like goin places. But other times, I like to kinda take it easy an chat a bit. Which I’ve also done some. I’m tryin to help Dora out a little by collectin some motes. She seemed tickled last night when I handed her what she needed to make her first primal mooncloth. We still don’t talk like we used to. Fel, we don’t really talk at all. Thank goodness I’ve got someone else I can talk to. But, we’re tryin to help each other out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope we venture back to the Shadow Labyrinth tonight an that I get to do some more fun stuff this weekend. I’d also like to sit back an chat some. We’ll see. Every time, I think there’s more good folk out there, I’m reminded of how hateful an cruel folks can be. I hope no hateful, cruel folk cross me any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it seems I give some looks an other indications that I don't like folk I meet. Unapproachable.  Interestin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7528553127142020639?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7528553127142020639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7528553127142020639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7528553127142020639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7528553127142020639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/03/30-march-my-brother-is-to-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-2943376296910156086</id><published>2007-03-16T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:41:04.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="msgtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fairly relaxin week.  In a way, it's been nice.  In other ways, I yearn for excitin adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been adventurous. On Tuesday, several of us went into the Upper Spire to take on the General. On Wednesday, Me, Fel, an Taina went into Dire Maul an collected ogre beads off them smelly things. We all three got all the beads we needed, an now need to collect a few more things. A nice way to finish off the night was dinner an conversation. The food was good, the company was good, I enjoyed myself. Wednesday was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-2943376296910156086?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2943376296910156086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=2943376296910156086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2943376296910156086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/2943376296910156086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/03/16-march-fairly-relaxin-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7506467028540505789</id><published>2007-03-13T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:40:34.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;13 March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. It's time. I've gotta get away. I'm lookin forward to it. I find nice little spots here an there, but..this weekend..this weekend, I'm goin far away. I don't plan to pick up my stones at all. Last year, me an Dora went to a nice out of the way place. I'm doin the same this year. The sun, sand, an water calls for me. I hope the weather is agreeable. Hopefully, I'll be able to rest an get over this naggin, exhausted feelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Taina has organized a trip to the Upper Spire. I can't even remember what pieces of Lightforge/Soulforge I need. At least the breastplate and helm...I think. I've already decided that since Mogs only needs the breastplate an she's almost done with her quest for the complete soulforge set, that I'm gonna defer my roll to her, if we get lucky. I still have plenty of time. I sure do hope someone in there walks out with their chestpiece tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7506467028540505789?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7506467028540505789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7506467028540505789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7506467028540505789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7506467028540505789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-march-ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-5734002647658904454</id><published>2007-03-12T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:39:26.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12 March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sendin all my cloth an silk to Dora. As an act of good will. I know everything. Well, almost everything. I've known for several days, a week I guess. I'm not sure I like knowin what I know. My meetin with Dora didn't end as I'd have expected it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first talked last week, we were cordial. Contactin her was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I had no desires to re-hash things goin on, but I had to know what she was up to. We just talked. Both of us were fairly cool, but pleasant. She made no accusations, an I asked no questions. She said she's been doin some sewin an enchantin, an I told her I'd send my extra supplies. She seemed grateful. Even though she abandoned me, left without talkin to me, I'm still sendin her my extras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-5734002647658904454?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5734002647658904454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=5734002647658904454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5734002647658904454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5734002647658904454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/03/12-march-im-sendin-all-my-cloth-silk-to_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-7494510697842408351</id><published>2007-03-09T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:39:09.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;09 March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my first trip into the Steamvault last night. Naga, elementals...ugh. It was rather rocky, but over all, I think we succeeded in what folks wanted to get accomplished. When we were done, all I could do was rush home and fall into a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken it easy since completin trainin. I've mined an worked on my smithin. I still need to work more, but I finally feel like I'm makin some headway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to her. I'm wonderin if I ever will. I suppose I shoulda kept quiet an maintained some sort of civility we'd shared in those couple of days. At least then, I might know what she was up to...an what he was up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-7494510697842408351?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7494510697842408351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=7494510697842408351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7494510697842408351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/7494510697842408351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/03/09-march-i-made-my-first-trip-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-5080911685892694999</id><published>2007-03-04T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:38:49.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="msgtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water seemed so invitin as I flew over the first time. I didn't dare stop then, because I knew I'd be drawn to stay and I wanted to see so much more. I noted the location and continued on with the sight seein. I can't stay away for long. Soon, I find myself there. The water exhibits the tranquility I must be lookin for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always enjoyed findin sorta hidden spots. Peaceful places I can sit an reflect. Most often, these places have water. Like my spot in Darnassus. I've never seen another soul there, unless I invited em. People used to wonder what I was doin in Darnassus for so long. Sometimes I sit an chat with people. Most often, I just look for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, quiet, cool refreshemnt. Those things drew me back today. Many things were invadin the peace I sought. Clearin my head proves more difficult. Swimmin, sinkin, swimmin. I hold my breath, lettin the clear water cleanse me. How I wish I could simply rinse the thoughts going through my head. I could imagine them flowin down the waterfall, tumblin carelessly to the pool at the bottom. I've struggled to stay busy, my mind on various tasks. Collectin warbeads, slayin demons an undead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I leave my stones on the warm rock, nestled among my clothes. I dive in, immediately awakened by the cold water. I swim laps along the length of the pool. Finally, I sink. I sink to the bottom, tryin to free my mind. I reach up, gaspin for air when I break the surface. I crawl up on the rock and lay down, warmed both by the rock an the sun shinin on down on me. I've given up on clearin my mind, I reflect on yesterday’s events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to call forth my very own gryphon yesterday. What a glorious feelin it was to be able to fly through the air, controllin where I'm goin. Up...down...swoopin through the air. My happy thoughts don't linger for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's he done? He doesn't realize. I fear for her safety, as well as my brothers. Should I? Am I bein paranoid? No, I'm not, I decide. My worries are not so much about their physical well-bein as much as emotionally and mentally. I do hope neither of them is destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide, I must seek her out, an warn him. This is not somethin I can ignore. I'm afraid I can't stop him. He's promised, but ignored me when I spoke of his...friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set about to pickin up my armor. It seems heavier. I pick up my stones, noticin one has gone dim, fallen silent. I sigh heavily, oddly irked by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-5080911685892694999?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5080911685892694999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=5080911685892694999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5080911685892694999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5080911685892694999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/03/4-march-water-seemed-so-invitin-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8679816918745573661</id><published>2007-02-26T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:38:14.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;26 February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my first trip back in time a little over a week ago. After goin back, I realize how good it was that I was able to poke around. Overwhelmin as it is to go back in time like that...any time I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the Infinite are continually tryin to disrupt the timeway, so headin back in over an over is almost a necessity. We've set the world straight twice. I'm very pleased at how well we've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes, Lendys, Rhyx, Sols, an me headed into the Black Morass. Another strange place. We actually did pretty well considerin four of us had no idea what to expect. We work well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me the other day I needed a companion, someone to confide in. She said I seemed very lonely, such as the type that could be lonely in a crowded room. Can't anyone be like that? I assured her I was fine. It interests me that I appear so. I have wonderful friends. I'm actually very lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8679816918745573661?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8679816918745573661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8679816918745573661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8679816918745573661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8679816918745573661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/02/26-february-i-made-my-first-trip-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-972920423824154852</id><published>2007-02-19T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:37:45.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;19 February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last few days have been quite eventful for me. Friday, I got to visit Old Hillsbrad for the first time. It's an amazin place. I wasn't feelin to well to begin with an once we got in there, I was simply blown away. Travelin through time...it's just strange. The combination of bein so tired an overwhelmed took a toll on me an I had to rest for what I thought was just a little while. Turned out, I slept clear until the next day. I woke up once, felt even worse than I did the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, by late Saturday, I was feelin lots better.  Actually, better than I've felt in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fronzak, Lendys, Rhyx, Solsticia an I went to Old Hillsbrad to try to free Thrall. I actually kept em up standin an fightin most of the time. Though, in the end, we didn't get him completely free. I learned a lot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Glyndin, Lyrren, Sheamass, Taina, an me went to what folks call the Mana-Tombs. It's in the Auchindoun in Terokkar Forest. Odd place it is. Taina had to go to a prior committment so Jeslyn joined us. We weren't successful in our final task either, but we learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, though I felt really good for those two evenins, I've kinda fallen back. I went to bed early. I'm tired today. Perhaps too much of a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll need to focus for a few days on minin. I've got both jewelcraftin an smithin to supply. That's apt to keep my busy for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-972920423824154852?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/972920423824154852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=972920423824154852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/972920423824154852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/972920423824154852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/02/19-february-well-last-few-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3490705089867379099</id><published>2007-02-15T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:37:25.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;16 February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bre's party was nice. She, an I, got to put faces with voices from the Knights as well as a few others. In the end, she was very tired an I had to rush off to Zul'Gurub. We fought this big sea monster thing. I'd seen similar creatures, but he bounced us all over creation. Mogs needed us to stay close to her so we'd all bounce at the same time. I found a nice little spot that if I bounced, I always landed in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that sometimes it's the little things. Little things I can't really share with everyone. Those little things make me smile. Little things like blinkin for the first time. Little things like a bouquet of flowers. It's the little things that mean the most to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3490705089867379099?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3490705089867379099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3490705089867379099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3490705089867379099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3490705089867379099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/02/16-february-bres-party-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8401759871895329523</id><published>2007-02-15T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:37:05.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;15 February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get all these tokens of affection an such.  Can't folks see that it's just a means to get hurt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, perhaps my bein tired is causin me to be more grumpy than I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've just simply had it.  I think I was wrong, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bre's party is this evenin. I'll be there an in good spirits, like always. Heh, I ain't plannin on nothin more than bein there. That may be too much. Plannin don't leave nothin but disappointment behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this rubbish will be over soon an I'll be able to walk through town without the smell of perfume an cologne everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8401759871895329523?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8401759871895329523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8401759871895329523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8401759871895329523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8401759871895329523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/02/15-february-i-dont-get-all-these-tokens.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-711852295367360336</id><published>2007-02-06T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:35:54.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;06 February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feelin better today. I think. The past few days have been long. For a many reasons. Part of which, I think I've sorted. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I often look for reasons to go visit Lord Grayson in Stormwind. But I don't think he'll be happy with me if I return to him wishin to retrain. I've got some new gear an I see a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was trainin before, I had a nice balance between the holy, protection, an retributions specialties. Today, I'm mainly holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go back an visit him, I'll see how much I can bug those able to hurt stuff a lot. See what I'll have to do to get them to come out an help me. An how long I can stand it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmmmm... Mira seems to have left this book open, while she is busy". Fel chuckles to himself. He admires the delicate lettering but is deeply saddened by so much heartache within these pages. Finding a pencil near by, he started to make some ammendments, but then thought better of it.... well maybe just one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sure the word bug is totally wrong, thee could say command, but you would never do that... I know you to well. m'Lady, my guiding light and my Sovereign, just ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-711852295367360336?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/711852295367360336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=711852295367360336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/711852295367360336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/711852295367360336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/02/06-february-i-am-feelin-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-955321848038148362</id><published>2007-02-02T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:36:40.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tired.  Very tired.  But things are all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked quite a bit yesterday, just not much in my plate.  I hope to work more in my plate over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now port myself to Darnassus! So now, my plan is to set my hearthstone to whatever area I'm workin in. It's easy to get used to. An easy to miss when I'm not in my robes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-955321848038148362?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/955321848038148362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=955321848038148362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/955321848038148362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/955321848038148362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/02/02-february-im-still-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8751590229051931324</id><published>2007-02-01T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:34:45.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;01 February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long two days. Yesterday was long. The atmosphere around me felt thick. Even though there was no question about attendin that memorial, it was not something I looked forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the memorial, I remained in Eastvale for a good while. I'd known him for just over a year. He was a good man and a lot of fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that I'm able to keep my mind on other things a lot better than I could in the past. Fightin, workin, chattin, etc. keeps my brain occupied and keeps me from coming undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Fel an I worked all day. It was fruitful for the both of us. We both were able to visit our trainers an learn some new things. I netted well over 100g to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm tired.  Much more tired that I've been before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8751590229051931324?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8751590229051931324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8751590229051931324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8751590229051931324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8751590229051931324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/02/01-february-long-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3691392063793603698</id><published>2007-01-28T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:34:24.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;28 January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind howls around the cabin. The walls creak. Oddly, I still find comfort here. The snow gently falls outside. The fire keeps my body warm, but does nothing for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried on with my usual business today. After I ... heard the awful news. I suppose had Megar . . . Megar. The name still rolls off my tongue as smooth as silk. No matter how long it's been since I mouthed it. Tonight was the first time in ages, I've said his name out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Fronzak, Tyree, Rena, Moz, an Aelien met with a fella, Priam, in Darnassus tonight. I'd met him once, a while ago. But Megar. Megar was in a guild with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megar is gone. No sense in dwellin. I said goodbye a long time ago. A friend died in his sleep last night. I can't dwell on that either. I read the note Katen left. I'll attend the memorial. Because I should. I've said my goodbye. Here by this fire tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always taken comfort here.  The snow here doesn't feel so cold to me.  I often find some peace here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3691392063793603698?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3691392063793603698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3691392063793603698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3691392063793603698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3691392063793603698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/01/28-january-wind-howls-around-cabin.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-3904317751890070701</id><published>2007-01-27T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:33:59.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;27 January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel, Rena, Tae an me did some work around the Marsh. We went out to these ruins, an as we were leavin, I remembered I had somethin to do there. I told em to wait. I drank that potion, an next thing I know, I'm lookin down a beak! AFter I talked to that fella standin there, I turned an faced my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't look so kindly toward me. I hugged an blew kisses to Rena an Tae. They just kinda stood there, in shock. But Felspar! He ran from me! He even tried to sap me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my ugliness didn't last too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-3904317751890070701?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3904317751890070701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=3904317751890070701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3904317751890070701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/3904317751890070701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/01/27-january-fel-rena-tae-me-did-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-1946585328366622051</id><published>2007-01-22T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:33:34.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;22 january&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks have been a blur.  Many things goin on.  Many changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced good an bad in the last two weeks. I've done a lot. I've not done some things I wanted to. But, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wonderful news. I wish that it not be overshadowed by any of the goins on around here. Benoin has returned! He's alive! I don't understand everything. He ended up on that island. Where the blue people crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, the blue people. Draenei, I think? That crash. The portal. Coincidence? I think not. I've met a few Draenei. They seem to be honorable an follow the Light. Or are they one with the Light? I've admitted a few into the Knights. These Draenei have personally met other Knights an such. I'm not yet ready to whole-heartedly trust em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through the Dark Portal.  What's on the other side is . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled further into the Outlands an rather like Zangarmarsh an Shat'rah City. The city's huge. An interestin. I've found it easy to get around in. Of course, I had this thing to give me a tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblin, all I'm doin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-1946585328366622051?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1946585328366622051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=1946585328366622051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1946585328366622051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1946585328366622051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/01/22-january-last-couple-of-weeks-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-4789252202226185923</id><published>2007-01-15T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:33:11.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;15 January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am but one person. A human. A woman. I’m more than slightly imperfect. I have no formal education. I grew up in the hills of Elwynn. My folks, while well traveled, were simple country folk from Westfall. How I got to where I am today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one person. Sometimes unable to see the forest for the trees. I'm a human who's been hurt, a woman alone, perhaps rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my trainin as a Paladin, I've learned that in order for some situations to not blow up, I must remove myself. I'm not made of glass. But I may shatter. Not shatter myself. But shatter others through my words and actions. I've done it in the past. I don't wanna do it again. I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself steppin back from many things. Is it too much? I have yet to see. One battle ended a while ago. Did I win? More an more, I think not. But was there anything to win to begin with? Can you win what you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've removed myself from Dora's life.  It's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been Sovereign of the Knights for one year. We've grown. I've seen good people come and good people go. Losing good people...it's very hard on me. I don't foresee that gettin any better or any easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made many mistakes.  No doubt I'll make more.  I am but one person.  More than slightly imperfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-4789252202226185923?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4789252202226185923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=4789252202226185923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4789252202226185923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4789252202226185923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/01/15-january-i-am-but-one-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-4497989840689394428</id><published>2007-01-12T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:32:39.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12 January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been several life changing events since I began trainin as a Paladin. The invasion of the Scourge the biggest. But nothin's prepared me for this. I thought Nil, Bargas, an Alewen were speakin in madness. But it's happened. The portal. The Dark Portal. Demons….. When I was walkin around Darnassus ,I heard talk. I heard the elves clatterin. I dismissed it at first, ya know, as silly gossip. Much like I'd done with what Bargas was sayin. But when Zath told me the portal spewin out demons, I was alarmed. I couldn't lollygag around the city anymore. I ran back an told Fel's mum I'd see her as soon as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help. Zath, Gan, an myself headed down to the Blasted Lands to see for ourselves. A sad sight indeed. Unsettlin. Demons seemingly pourin through the portal. Even a Dreadknight. I had a hard time, eventually passin out. When I came to, Zath yells to me to get out. I take off. Zath an I visit the Harborage an then travel back up to the Plaguelands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-4497989840689394428?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4497989840689394428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=4497989840689394428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4497989840689394428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/4497989840689394428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2007/01/12-january-theres-been-several-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-6289770909987393613</id><published>2006-12-02T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:44:10.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Through my travels I've met many a fine souls.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ain't gonna name 'em fer I'll miss somebody.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day, I was runnin through Elwynn, returnin' home from Lakeshire an I met a fella on a mount.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was actually the first person I had e'er talke to that rode a horse.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, it was a pretty horse and was covered in some sort of armor.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had ne'er seen anything like it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name was Brugarian an' he was tryin to develop a army to go an take back our homeland, Lor'Aeron.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I ain't ne'er been much on that war.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ifn e'erbody would just leave e'erbody else alone, we'd be all good.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, I had been adventuring and travelin for a while and hadn't yet met anyone I liked.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He invited me ta join him.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rose some in tha ranks rather quickly and foun' another friend Praam.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We would go out and complete tasks together when it was convenient fer us.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon Praam disappeared an' Brugarian was around less an less.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, again, I was all alone.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was not ta last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-6289770909987393613?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6289770909987393613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=6289770909987393613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6289770909987393613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6289770909987393613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/12/through-my-travels-ive-met-many-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-8201369395985958169</id><published>2006-11-19T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:32:07.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;19 November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ladora came home tonight, she was clearly agitated. Her frustration grew when I told her I was headed back out to finish somethin. She protested, as much as she ever has, but I left anyway. I promised her I wouldn’t be long. An I wasn’t, but she was asleep when I returned. She actually looked peaceful, layin there, so I left her be. I’m sittin here in the chair enjoyin a good ale, kinda watchin over her. She seemed so fretted earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-8201369395985958169?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8201369395985958169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=8201369395985958169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8201369395985958169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/8201369395985958169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/11/19-november-when-ladora-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-5199463233102070341</id><published>2006-11-09T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:31:37.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;09 November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, times are achangin! The Friends stone is a wonderful tool. I hear new voices all the time an have met lots of new folks. I ain’t much on them hearin my thoughts too much. Because I ain’t as good with words as they are. But, I love hearin the chatter. Jus like I like hearin chatter on our guild stone. Few things give me such enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago me an Dora spent some time on the coast. It was nice. But all that idle time only gave me time to think. To think about things I haven’t in a long while. I tend to usually keep myself real busy. An while I got a lot of rest, there ain’t but so much sleepin a gal can do. Ryn has wrote a little bout himself an it made me a tad sad. All the folk in my life seem to disappear. Megar, Ben, my parents are all gone. Ben . . . gone . . . I hope he’s out there dealin with the death of our parents. I hope. An Megar, my first love. We spent hours trainin in the ways of the Light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-5199463233102070341?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5199463233102070341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=5199463233102070341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5199463233102070341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/5199463233102070341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/11/09-november-well-times-are-achangin.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-6522937797398849174</id><published>2006-10-19T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:30:57.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;19 October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked. I feel naked. Yet I'm more clothed than I've been on many occasions. Perhaps it's the weight of the plate I miss. But the weapons! Whether I use a blade or stave, I swing it quickly and effortlessly. I suppose I'm jus more comfortable in plate. I'm usually one to stick my armor in my bags when I'm not out fightin. Yet, last night, I forgot I even had all that armor on. How can I not realize I have plate armor on? Strange indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the issue at hand. I do enjoy feelin the magic course through me an I like my those gnolls and wolves being half dead before they ever get to me. But boy, if they see me before I see them, I'm more often than not visitin the spirit healer. Squishy is definitely a different feelin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'll be goin to Zul'Gurub this evenin. I do hope I know a little more what to do this time than the last. Thankfully, I know everyone on this trip. Some better than others. But I can talk to Em an Taina an Rita about what we're each gonna be healin an cleansin. I'm excited. I've never been on a trip where everyone was completely sane. That I look forward to more than anythin. Well almost more than anythin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It's all Hallow's eve. Not that it means that much to me. I'll talk to the occasional inn keeper an see if I can get a little masque or somethin, as different parties are comin up. But I had my plate in Storwind last night. I went to pick it up an couldn't get through all the people! Drove me batty, gettin pushed around. Everytime I'd get up, someone would knock me down. I gave up several times. But I knew I had things I had to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale's havin a party tomorrow night. I jus dunno about it. I'm afraid with the Horde an Alliance there, drinkin an carryin on, that trouble's gonna be stirrin. But I'm interested, an I'll go. I ain't dancin though! The drinkin--yes. Dancin--nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-6522937797398849174?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6522937797398849174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=6522937797398849174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6522937797398849174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/6522937797398849174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/10/19-october-naked.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-116007393194572356</id><published>2006-10-02T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:45:31.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;02 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pup woke me from a fitful sleep. I was stayin the night at Ben's. Somethin I hadn't done in ages. Ben was not who I missed tonight. I scurried about and threw on a robe. The pup excitedly barked and growled to alert me. Lookin through the windows, I surmised it musta been a stray wonderin through the streets. As far as I could see, I saw nothin but the empty streets an canals of Stormwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After softly scoldin the pup, I laid back down, missin his touch even more. Still not used to bein alone at night. Would I ever get used to it? Perhaps I should start stayin at the Inn again. How comfortin his arms are, wrapped around me as I sleep. I thought the lager &amp; mead I shared with a friend at the pub would be enough to help me engage sleep. If it hadn't been for all the conversations of the evenin--hellos, goodbyes, doors openin, and doors closin--it perhaps would have been enough. My mind raced, early to rise in the mornin. A long day ahead. Oh, sleep please take me over! An again, I thought how easily I could sleep if I were in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy stayin at Bens. How could I? Conversations with Malleyna, Rena, Trisseyl, Lendys all floated around in my head. A fitful sleep indeed. I called the pup over and dropped my hand. She laid down an I finally drifted off to sleep, absently rubbin her coat. Takin comfort in her presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-116007393194572356?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/116007393194572356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=116007393194572356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/116007393194572356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/116007393194572356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/10/02-october-his-pup-woke-me-from-fitful.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-1204565323140848675</id><published>2006-09-20T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:30:09.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;20 September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. So many things have changed. Our family has grown. Like the seasons, changes have been many. We've lost dear friends, some are fadin, an others remain constant (thank Elune).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer are we such a family centered on servin the will of Ysera. I can't decide this to be a good thing or not so good. I suppose good. In recognizin the diverse natures of our friends an family. But at the same time, I wish not to forsake our foundin principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to improve our family more. I want to improve the resources available to our family. One thing about the Knights. Most are so laid back, they're happy jus havin company. An to an extent, I am too. No one want to hurt feelins. An that's good. But bein scared to speak up for the good of the guild isn't good. I'm not sure how to fix things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've visited Zul'Gurub. What a harrowin experience. I think I could take a group of Knights in. We'd certainly fall a few times but oh, we'd learn! We are almost to the point where we could get a group of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few guild things I'd like to focus on for now. Readyin ourselves to visit Zul'Gurub, get a few keys to the Upper Spire. An jus continue on trainin. Gettin better. Can I do this? I've delegated Darmi an Tennon for this an we've made great improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we schedule more stuff? What times do I do it. -sigh- I'm jus not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-1204565323140848675?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1204565323140848675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=1204565323140848675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1204565323140848675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1204565323140848675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/09/20-september-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-1084171876572235249</id><published>2006-04-28T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:28:23.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 April &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke briefly this evenin, and guess what! I was right! Kell has returned to tha family! I can't believe it. I have spoken to him on the guildstone, but haven't yet seen him face ta face. Soon, hopefully! We should have a party! Yep, a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've changed since he left. Our family's grown, we've all grown. Some of us are gone, dead or disapeared. Some of us have disappeared, returned, only ta leave again. Some have chosen different paths, somethin that better suits 'em. While some of this brings sad times, the new family members we have are awesome! Our family is awesome. I jus love 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-1084171876572235249?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1084171876572235249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=1084171876572235249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1084171876572235249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1084171876572235249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/04/28-april-i-awoke-briefly-this-evenin.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-1898879422617215704</id><published>2006-04-28T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:26:37.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recieved a message from Kell. A little sparrow brought it to me. I do hope this means he's returning to us. He'd disappeared, with nary explanation, only a brief good-bye. But now, after so long, I've gotten a message. Oh, I do hope he returns soon! I've stuck the message here in me journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mira;&lt;br /&gt;First off I must apologize for leaving so suddenly, but I had my reasons for which I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been made aware of Rivkah's resignation and I'm truly saddened by this. But my saddness doesn't compare to the joy I felt when I heard that you were honoured as her successor. I don't think there could have been a better person chosen for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure your curiosity warrants the reason for my abscence. The reason I left is because my family was in danger. You see I wasn't raised by elves or any humanoid race, I was raised by nature herself. She nurtured me, fed me, protected me and gave me her gift to commune with nature. I recieved a message from a falcon. It seemed that my grove was being destroyed and unbalancing it's tranquility. That grove was not only my sanctuary but my brethren, the animals as well. Turns out that the orcs were doing some clear cutting for war machines. Needless to say I have been fighting my own private war up til recently. If you wish you may share this with the others, I leave the discretion to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, your probably wondering why Dai, the sparrow, is still sitting on your shoulder. If you wish to send a responce, give it to day, along with some crackers. I look forward to seeing you again soon and may Ysera bless you and guide your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Brother&lt;br /&gt;Kellendros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hope ta see him soon! It has been way too long. Though his travels have been painful. Hopefully, he can put all of it behind him. I have missed him so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-1898879422617215704?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1898879422617215704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=1898879422617215704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1898879422617215704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/1898879422617215704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/04/28-april-ive-recieved-message-from-kell.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-114355219031066881</id><published>2006-03-28T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:23:10.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been restin a bit more. Ladora is workin hard ta get ta where she can go to tha big places.  I never knew her ta be one adventurous.  But I should've.  There was no stoppin her when she wanted ta go back home.  Fer one so proper, she sure does have a fire under her arse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason I been restin is cuz every time I get into a good fight, I start movin in slow motion.  I try stoppin ta rest, but if that helps, it's only fer a moment.  Golech has a bit o the trouble also.  Course, he says it only really happens when I'm around.  Hmm, it happens ta me a lot more when he's around.  Well . . . he is a magnetic sorta fella.  But . . . well . . . I mean . . . he's a good friend . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-114355219031066881?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/114355219031066881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=114355219031066881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114355219031066881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114355219031066881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/03/28-march-well-ive-been-restin-bit-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-114416903242147339</id><published>2006-03-22T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:44:36.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>22 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, I began keepin company with a certain Warlock.  I know not many Paladins would do such a thing.  However, why not?  You certainly can't trust many folks.  Why not keep company with someone you know you got ta keep an eye on?  I find it harder ta make friends these days.  I am way too suspicious.  I can't help it though.  I've been wronged too many times.  By folks who make out ta be good.  And in the end, they're no better than the most vile Forsaken.  I've had enough.  I do nothin but be nice ta folks an they take advantage of ya.  Make ya feel guilty.  Piss on em.  I am done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be tha smartest or tha most graceful.  But no one else is any better than me!  This I know.  So, I'll spend time keepin company with my friends, those I know I can trust.  An my Golech.  Those that love me fer who I am.  An have no unreasonable expectations.  An I'll laugh erytime I think about the holier-than-thou attitudes of the vile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-114416903242147339?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/114416903242147339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=114416903242147339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114416903242147339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114416903242147339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/03/22-march-long-ago-i-began-keepin.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-114253566069585094</id><published>2006-03-13T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:01:00.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Felspar and I were lucky enough to be invited back to the Spire this evenin.  That makes two times I have been there and two times I have helped slay the General.  I a am very pleased with the groups I have been with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time in, I knew my group an I knew Em's group.  Xerxces lead the way, and is an awesome defender.  The Knights grow stronger and better each time we adventure under him.  Anyways, Fronzak, Golech, Felspar, and myself were on that trip.  There were a few folks that the Bastion knew and invited.  For the most of us it was our first time.    We went slow, we all perished one time because of a very stupid mistake which I don't even remember now.  It should not have happened.  Against the general, we did good, a few died, but we were able to bring em back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now carry the Mark of Drakkisath.  I'm not so sure I'm happy bout that.  Carryin tha some mark of a dragon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-114253566069585094?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/114253566069585094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=114253566069585094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114253566069585094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114253566069585094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/03/13-march-well-felspar-and-i-were-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-114236999829007559</id><published>2006-03-11T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:59:58.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 March &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Stratholme saw us again.  Wow what a trip!  After the trip into the Spire an me dreadful trip las night, I spoke with Em and Xerxces about perhaps gettin some trainin.  Well, lo and behold they asked us ta go to Stratholme tha very next day!  I needed holy water from the dreadful place, an I got it now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the group was Felspar, Lanaki, Fronzak, Golech, an myself.  An with their group was Xercxes, Em, Lendys, Tyree, and Zeral.  What fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I got quite ill, and had ta leave me friends early.  I was very upset.  But I felt I was doin more harm than good by bein there.  Luckily, Mograthna joined up with 'em an, well, I'm sure she did a better job than I did, anyways.  Golech said later he didn't enjoy himself near as much after I was gone.  An, Lanaki and Felspar frowned at me when I was a leavin.  But I tried lying down an catchin me breath.  An it jus wouldn't work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm happy ta say, that near the end, this hear Lightforge Belt, I's wearin was dropped by somebody.  An guess what!  Even though someone won the roll, they decided it should come to me!  My first class set!  While gear ain't ne'er meant evrythin to me, I sure do like what this here belt does fer me as well as how it looks.  Oh, I will enjoy having matchin armor some day.  I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-114236999829007559?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/114236999829007559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=114236999829007559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114236999829007559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114236999829007559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/03/11-march-city-of-stratholme-saw-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-114236950819862926</id><published>2006-03-04T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:51:48.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;04 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first trip inta the Spire.  Upper Black Rock Spire.  UBRS as lots o folks calls it.  Twas an intresting trip.  I felt like I's workin on slow motion a lot.  Not sure what was goin on there.  But, we were successful in what we went fer, I guess.  I won't after nuthin in particular.  There were a few mistakes, a few hard fought battles.  I was with Golech, Felspar, Fronzak, and Em.  With Em, was a group from her guild, Xercxes, Zeral, Tyree, an Lendys.  There were a few more folks, I didn't really know, but Em or Xercxes did.  Bein my first encounter to such a place, it was lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-114236950819862926?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/114236950819862926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=114236950819862926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114236950819862926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114236950819862926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/03/04-march-our-first-trip-inta-spire.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-114141296199141731</id><published>2006-03-03T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:43:22.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;01 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ventured into Stratholme this eve.  Damned place.  I wouldn't mind neer goin back.  But, we will, probably within the next few moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Felspar, Golech, Kazzi, an myself.  Demetrious, the rogue joined us then Lanaki came an replaced him.  We made it a ways in, but not near far as we woulda liked.  But we had fun an' didn't die but oh, um . . . too damn many times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'course, none of us had ever been into tha city.  'Cept for Dem, o course.  Hopefully, our next trip will be better.  Hopefully . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-114141296199141731?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/114141296199141731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=114141296199141731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114141296199141731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114141296199141731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/03/01-march-well-we-ventured-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-114001887747908285</id><published>2006-02-15T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:54:37.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange . . . There's some strange stuff goin' on, in these parts.  Loyalty, friendship, love . . . Most of it seems quite silly to me.  However, I received the most gorgeous dress in the mail.  From a complete stranger!  It's black and very nice.    I shall wear it at our next guild meetin', I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladora hasn't been interested in all of this either.  She's had a few people to approach her about "Spreadin' the Love".  And they have been offended when she said she had no interest in all this love stuff.  Thank Elune that she realizes a holy priestess such as herself, has no need for such trite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be going into Stratholme soon.  Will that be the end? I think not.  I think the tasks at hand to finally attain my epic mount will be far more involved than that.  To Stratholme . . . and beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-114001887747908285?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/114001887747908285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=114001887747908285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114001887747908285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/114001887747908285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/02/14-february-how-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113934533632155371</id><published>2006-02-07T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:48:56.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladora and Dassar both grew strong enough to be trusted with their own mounts!  Ladora had received a sizeable gift from a friend, so she did not need any assistance in purchasin' her mount.  However, young Dassar needed a bit of help.  I was able to help him because my Shoulders sold at auction.  He got a white striped nightsaber and Ladora got a white spotted one.  They both look at home on them, I'm told.  Of course, I have yet to see either of them.  *sighs*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladora was fortunate to have Bellazar with her when she was picking out her new mount.  What a decision! I swear, she has as much trouble with decisions as I do!  Anyway, he was able to guide her in making a decision.  Afterall, he had taken care of some bankin' and other business waitin on her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113934533632155371?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113934533632155371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113934533632155371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113934533632155371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113934533632155371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/02/6-february-ladora-and-dassar-both-grew.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113881539619353795</id><published>2006-01-31T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:36:36.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my first epic item last night. Off a little fledglin chillwind somethin or 'nother.  &lt;a href="http://www.thottbot.com/?i=9980"&gt;Stockade Pauldrons!&lt;/a&gt;  um . . . Wow!  I was tickled shitless.  But, I'm gonna sell 'em.  I need the coin far worse than I need the additional 100 armor.  Oh, I hope I can get a good price.  Got much I'm needin to pay fer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113881539619353795?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113881539619353795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113881539619353795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113881539619353795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113881539619353795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/31-january-i-picked-up-my-first-epic.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113881555406268079</id><published>2006-01-28T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:39:14.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held our first Officer's meetin today.  It was a great success.  I wish the other forms of communication were as successful.  Lanaki and Kellendros were unable to attend.  However, everyone else was there and we were productive!  I'm lookin forward to the next one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be havin guild day the end of next month.  Hopefully, this will be the beginnin of quite a tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113881555406268079?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113881555406268079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113881555406268079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113881555406268079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113881555406268079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/28-january-we-held-our-first-officers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113881475362377522</id><published>2006-01-27T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:25:53.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felspar and I achieved our 60th season tonight!  Whatever that means!  How very exciting!  Golech joined us as it drew time for Fel to grow stronger.  Now what to do?  *sighs*  I suppose I should get my epic mount.  I must make some money.  With the guild growing, and members getting closer to being able to purchase their mounts, I need some money.  *sighs*  Money.  Never cared much for it.  Now I am forced to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113881475362377522?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113881475362377522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113881475362377522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113881475362377522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113881475362377522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/27-january-felspar-and-i-achieved-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113821005118782098</id><published>2006-01-24T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:27:31.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am growing quite bored.  I am required to head to some new far off places I have never been to.  I am finally ready to go.  Is everyone else ready?  I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to running the guild.  I have some good ideas, or at least I think they're good ideas.  I have several officers who are willing to help me out and make some suggestions.  I'm ready!  We're gonna make this work.  Even if the two people who founded the guild are quite happy just running off and leaving everyone else high and dry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to finish up in Silithus this evening and hopefully head to Winterspring soon, very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113821005118782098?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113821005118782098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113821005118782098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113821005118782098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113821005118782098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/24-january-well-i-am-growing-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113778305121795283</id><published>2006-01-20T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:50:51.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging out in Felwood for the past little bit.  Tying up some loose ends.  Most of my time has either been with Felspar or Lanaki.  I gained a bit of experience up there.  Where to go next?  I'm thinking traveling back to Azhara, to see if there's anything else there for me to do and then on to Silithus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113778305121795283?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113778305121795283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113778305121795283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113778305121795283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113778305121795283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/19-january-ive-been-hanging-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113760275773432213</id><published>2006-01-13T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:45:57.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a strange, strange day.  Earlier today, the guild was discussin' some things to become less . . . stagnant.  I must have fallen asleep for a while, but when I came back to, I was elected the new guild leader.  This is due, of course, to Queen Rivkah's absence of late.  We decided to remain with the Knights indefinately, or until Lady Rivkah returned.  Of course, there was really nothin' different I could do.  But, the Knights felt they had a leader with them instead of in the far lands tryin' to catch but a glimpse of her Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the eve, as I was in the Far Lands, Rivkah returned.  She returned from the Far Lands!  She spoke to the guild mates telling them she would be in the far lands fora while longer and in her absence was appointing me, the human, as guild mistress.  I returned from the far lands just in time to see my promotion.  I was taken aback and speechless, really.  Why me?  Why not Fel?  Hrm.  Strange goings on, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I return the guild to it's glory?  Nay, not alone.  I need my officers and Knights for that.  It shall be a group effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113760275773432213?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113760275773432213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113760275773432213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113760275773432213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113760275773432213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/14-january-what-strange-strange-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113682192585158424</id><published>2006-01-09T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:52:05.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golech and I returned to the Plaguelands this eve.  We have finished our business in the Eastern Plaguelands, except for visiting Stratholme.  We have several rounds to make there,  We decided to wait a while before venturing forth.  I believe we'll need a good group to travel the distance with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor, lost souls of Darrowshire.  I free as many as possible, however I'm afraid there are many more.  Many that will be lost for eternity.  Poor Pamela Redpath's father, I believe him to be one of these.  Hopefully, we'll be able to help him in the past so he won't be lost anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113682192585158424?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113682192585158424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113682192585158424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113682192585158424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113682192585158424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/8-january-golech-and-i-returned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113682169787423432</id><published>2006-01-06T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:48:17.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanaki joined Golech and myself in the plaguelands.  What a dreadful place!  We were able to take care of several matters, quite easily.  Lanaki has been a good friend and a huge help.  He is nearing his 60th season.  I cannot wait to congratulate him.  Golech, Felspar, and I are also nearing our 6oth seasons.  It cannot come quick enough for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113682169787423432?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113682169787423432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113682169787423432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113682169787423432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113682169787423432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/6-january-lanaki-joined-golech-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113629768655472444</id><published>2006-01-02T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:57:05.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;02 January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reached my 56th season with Fel today.  Golech appeared for a moment and then went back to far lands.  He returned later this eve and we ventured back to the plaguelands.  With Lanaki's help, we were able to collect fluid from the cauldrons around the western plaguelands so a concoction can be made to counteract whatever those undead of doing up there.  Lanaki also led us to the Eastern Plaguelands where we discovered Lite's Chapel, Darrowshire, and Plagueland.  We collected some termites for a fella at Chillwind Point.  Gettin those termites was a chore!  Good thing I have the ability to sense the undead.  Both Golech and Lanaki were attacked by some courier and his bodyguards.  I ran and hid.  They were able to will themselves back to life.  We also found little Pamela Redpath.  But it seems she wants her dolly.  We were all quite weary and decided to wait until later.  I'm snuggled into my bed here in Iron Forge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113629768655472444?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113629768655472444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113629768655472444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113629768655472444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113629768655472444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2006/01/02-january-well-i-reached-my-56th.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113629968051375492</id><published>2005-12-30T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:27:42.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks are a strange sort.  They'll pop up jusa bout anywhere.  I must wonder bout their intentions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113629968051375492?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113629968051375492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113629968051375492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113629968051375492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113629968051375492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/30-december-ah-zul-farrak.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113526628307003784</id><published>2005-12-22T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:46:43.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113526628307003784?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113526628307003784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113526628307003784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113526628307003784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113526628307003784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/21-december-golech-and-i-ventured-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113474198819396482</id><published>2005-12-15T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:24:03.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, has been a long day and I'm camped out here in Felwood.  I'll return home tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113474198819396482?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113474198819396482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113474198819396482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113474198819396482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113474198819396482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/15-december-i-ventured-forth-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113467787614015311</id><published>2005-12-15T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:22:42.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113467787614015311?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113467787614015311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113467787614015311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467787614015311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467787614015311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/15-december-i-awoke-briefly-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113467781449522031</id><published>2005-12-08T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:14:52.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;08 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113467781449522031?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113467781449522031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113467781449522031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467781449522031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467781449522031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/08-december-ah-we-traversed-back-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113467779103833289</id><published>2005-12-07T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:56:00.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;07 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll probably talk with him more, but you've always got to be on your toes when dealing with strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113467779103833289?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113467779103833289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113467779103833289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467779103833289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467779103833289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/07-december-met-little-dwarf-by-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113467775093213896</id><published>2005-12-06T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:55:38.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;06 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113467775093213896?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113467775093213896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113467775093213896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467775093213896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467775093213896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/06-december-sometimes-it-gets-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113467772441962571</id><published>2005-12-02T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:54:44.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;02 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks into the distance* Ah, well, I believe that is enough for ya. Fare thee well, for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirabetha, er Mira, my friends call me Mira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113467772441962571?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113467772441962571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113467772441962571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467772441962571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467772441962571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/02-december-looks-around-warily-unsure.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113467768653505513</id><published>2005-12-01T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:06:19.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;01 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113467768653505513?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113467768653505513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113467768653505513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467768653505513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467768653505513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/01-december-writing-in-this-book-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19901153.post-113467642204398114</id><published>2005-12-01T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:55:07.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jaded&lt;/span&gt;--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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spiritual&lt;/span&gt;--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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fiery&lt;/span&gt;--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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Opinionated&lt;/span&gt;--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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19901153-113467642204398114?l=mirabetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/feeds/113467642204398114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19901153&amp;postID=113467642204398114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467642204398114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19901153/posts/default/113467642204398114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirabetha.blogspot.com/2005/12/jaded-im-fed-up-with-people-people-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirabetha Traas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17060699165104314577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
