I want to be heroic and fearless, but now that I've left the comfort of the Eversong Woods it is hard. Seeing the destruction that Arthas caused haunts me, and the scourge that are still left, the soil is forever tainted because of him. It angers me but at the same time it scares me. How can one person hold so much power? He is like a demon in his own right, and if I died there he could have made my corpse his own. I wanted these journeys to be full of my heroic deeds but I am scared. This place is nothing like my home. This land is cursed and full of darkness, even from a distance I could smell the undeath and rot. The hairs on my neck stand on end because of the smell alone, and in the city here, there are the undead. I met one just on the edge who was trying to save a young Blood Elf, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Rotting flesh lay over some of her bones and other just stuck out waving in the air, I could not fathom this sorcery, she had no muscle, tendons, veins, or anything else that goes into a living being. I did not hide my horror well, she saw it in my face, and for that I feel bad, even in this undeath she had emotions, and a soul. Undeath will take me awhile to get used to, if I ever can get used to it. Tranquillien was not far away but around every tree I expected to see my death. It is darker here and it feels like more thing lurk silently in the shadows. Maybe I had heard too many horror stories about the Ghostlands, maybe I had heard just the right amount, but either way my guard is definitely up here. I feel bad for my brothers and sisters that live here, I don't know how anyone gets used to living in such a foul place. Reluctantly I took quests from the forsaken, they noticed my hesitation and were not amused by it, but neither of us were about to say anything else on the matter. He mentioned Lady Sylvanas too, I have heard so many stories about her, she is my idol, I hope to one day meet here, and see if she is everything I imagined. Strange creatures lurk in these woods, what what once a beautiful Blood Elf village has been corrupted by them. Giant webs that I take care not to step in hang from every place possible, these beasts have destroyed something so beautiful. It sickens me to see, and they left my brother to die. I could not save him in time, I only wish his soul some peace, and to journey far away from here. I may not be able to fix this land but I may as well reclaim some of it. Yucky seems to be the proper word for the Nerubis, and I kept picking up eyes as I searched for loot... They have far too many for me to feel comfortable. With far too many Nerubis webs to brush off I ventured further into the Ghostlands. I doubt I will be eating much food here, my stomach is turning in knots. I even swam through this water only to be chased by a ghost. I felt its icy chill behind me before I even saw it, it made a horrible noise that made my hair stand so high I thought it may fall off. This part of my story is definitely not very heroic, I may just have to leave it out when my story becomes legend. Into the cold and eerie waters I went, normally the cold don't bother me, but there was something different about this cold, the chill was so unnerving. The spirits had placed and iciness over this area that even as a frost mage I could not handle. My bones felt like nothing before, and terror ran through ever ounce of me. I hope my journey through here is not long. I may have underestimated how difficult this would be.
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