Year 25 - The Plaguelands

It's been a long time since my last entry. Since I've become an Ambassador of the Alliance, I've spent a lot of time traversing between continents and the capital cities of each race. Even though it's very taxing it hasn't been without it's rewards. No, I'm not speaking of the generous gifts that some have given me, I'm speaking of the increased kinship I've been able to forge between each faction. The more we help and work together, the stronger we all become.

And now I've been called back by the Order for my next mission into the Western Plaguelands... I honestly don't know how I feel about it. On one hand, I'm finally getting that much closer to avenging my family but on the other... I'm rather nervous about it, seeing how just a few miles west of the site is what remains of my homeland.

Year 25

Elwynn Forest - 1

I've finally begun my paladin training in Northshire Abbey under Brother Sammuel. Now I can really begin on my path to finding out just what happened to my family six years ago, Light willing. Though, I know that it is still far ahead of me. In the mean time, I am happy to aide the citizens of Stormwind in any way that I can. It's the least I can do, this place has been more than a wonderful second home to me.
Currently, I'm helping the local guards with a group of thieves calling themselves the Defias Brotherhood.

Year 21

It's been a year since I've arrived here in Stormwind and I have yet to hear any word of what has become of my family. Regardless, I still have not lost all hope, there could still be the chance they've escaped and think that they are the only to have survived as well. I just hope I find some clue to their fate soon.
As such, with the current events as they are, I've decided at this point to take up study as a Paladin of the Light. I can think of no better way to help and protect my people from suffering the same fate as I and the others of fallen Lordaeron. That I hope as I journey on my path, the Light will bring me the disclosure I need.

Year 20

What grave fate has befallen upon us.

First the orcs broke free of the camps, they attacked our people in the other villages. I heard rumors that they even took some humans captive as slaves. But just when it seemed that was being taken care of, a new threat arose.

A mysterious Plague broke out on the land. And not just any Plague, anyone that became infected of course died. But they didn't stay dead for long... They would later then arise, undead, and attack their own friends, their families... Nothing about who they once were remained... It seemed hopeless...
And almost to add insult to injury, our own prince, Arthas, after traveling far north to destroy this Plague from the source, he betrayed us. We were overjoyed at his return but quickly our joy was turned to sorrow. He killed the King, his own father.
After that, nothing was the same...
The Plague broke out again and the Scourge was on the rise, led by our Dark Prince. Some of my own family were infected, others lost in the chaos as we tried to escape, fleeing to the land of the dwarves. I think I'm the only one to have survived. Ever since I've arrived here, in Ironforge, I have not seen any from my family. I'm not giving up hope just yet, though. There are still a few more refugees that have made it to the city, though in small numbers. But I will go through with the plan, I will head to Stormwind. If any of them escaped, that's where they'll be or will be heading.

I just hope it's not too late for us and this Scourge can be defeated.
Light save us all...