Post by Thrakin
Here goes.
Notebook found in a wrecked shackApril 17th
Following my move to my cousin after the yet unsolved demise of my parents, I have located this notebook in my room. Even if I have been unable to decipher some of the scribbling on the pages I have put up with it as a notebook. As I won’t be staying for long I imagine keeping track of time will be a decent idea (The caravan intended to take me to Stormwind will arrive in eight days’ time.)
My room in the attic is simple but fulfilling. It appears to have been immaculately cleaned in the time approaching my arrival – I imagine my cousin has been busy. It has a window to the forest towards Goldshire, a large bed at the opposite end of the room, a writing desk and a cupboard. I wish I had more to do – since the Northshire abbey school mysteriously burned down in March school has been off, and with the disappearance of children we are no longer allowed to leave our homes alone. Perhaps someday will echo with playful children but as for now that is sadly not the case.
Signed;
S. Mallory
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April 18th
It would appear that my cousin is suffering from a depression. Since his workmate that shared his home hung himself under tragic circumstances, I have been the only company in the house. As I am not the talkative type, working in solitude has slowly withered by cousin. Even as he stands there all day, experimenting with alchemical concoctions, the sadness in him is tangible. I really must find a way to cheer him up sometime.
Signed;
S. Mallory
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April 19th
More children have disappeared! It really is strange; Who just randomly begins kidnapping young boys and girls? Nobody in Elwynn ever imagined this before. The Stormwind guard stationed in Goldshire County has begun investigations but they are bare in regards to clues; It is like they have vanished into thin air. There is an air of tension over Elwynn; everyone fiercely guard their children when outside their homes. May this nightmare soon end.
On a happier note I saw the year’s first duckling down at Crystal Lake today.
Signed;
S. Mallory
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April 20th
It’s been a dark day. Not just cloudy or boring, but tangibly dark. It’s been like you could feel evil in the air all day. Either that or I am a hopeless romantic. Either way, it has been dark, cloudy and rainy. I wonder if the duckling is well.
On that topic, it probably is. It is a wild animal, after all.
Signed;
S. Mallory
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April 21th
Some of the children have returned! The county was overjoyed when it happened. They just came walking back into town. But somehow… They seemed not themselves. Their eyes were blank, they were mumbling incoherently, and they were looking as if they had been kept derived of sleep by some malign entity. All day, most of them were muttering something like “Shur’nhab… Yogg… Sarron.” No meaning was found to this muttering and it was attributed to shock. But somehow… It feels like there’s something deeper than pointless kidnappings to this.
When they were finally able to sleep, they were wildly thrashing about, as if stalked in their dreams by some shambling mass.
I plead the Holy Light for safety - There is but three days left of this pointless exile.
Signed;
S. Mallory
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April 22th
The children appear well, they no longer mutter… And they are playing together again. But not their old games. They are standing around in circles – no, distorted pentagrams – and changing positions silently, as if guided in their mind by a hideous, commanding voice. Occasionally one of them would fall to the ground in a fetal position, trashing about while yelling “HE COMES! HE COMES!”
I was the only one to observe this horrific game. I had finally been let out of the house alone… But when I returned I sensed a malign presence around me. Is Goldshire County truly haunted?
Two days to go.
Signed;
S. Mallory
April 23th
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Woe is abound in the county.
My cousin has mysteriously vanished. His home and possessions north of Goldshire are now mine by right, but I intend not to lay any claim to any of it. I will be fleeing; screaming if I must; by the day after tomorrow morning. I wish only to get away from the countryside; I am having none of it!
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I awoke in the night, hearing strange, incoherent whisperings. It was like a rustle at the edge of hearing; vanishing when one focused upon it. Gazing out of the window I noted vague, red lights; Eyes? Lamps? I pray to the light that this malign force will not stalk me and leave me be for time to get away.
I considered running away in the morning but changed my mind as I got an idea.
Signed;
S. Mallory
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April 24th
I feel as I am engaged in some race for survival. I have begun barricading all doors and windows from the inside of the house with wood found outside my temporary home. Frantically, I block any entrance into the building. All day, I have been hearing the same incoherent whispers slipping into my head. Once and once again they mention this malign ‘Yogg-Sarron’ entity.
I have no doubts that the night will be nightmarish. I pray to the light time and time again that I will survive.
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It has begun. I have awoken in the night once more. The whispers are louder than ever. Gazing out of the window, I see hordes of squirming tentacle masses. The red lights grow stronger than ever.
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I have moved downstairs. Into the cellar. I have blocked the hatch along with any other entrances into the cellar.
They are scratching on the ha
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And that concludes this first installment in my writing regarding the old gods of Azeroth. I don't know if it horribly sucks so constructie criticism is welcome - If it's positively received I'll consider writing more.
Also, for those interested in tidbits of info,
http://www.wowhead.com/?npc=1215#comments is the cousin. And it's that house.
For now, Ciao.
Thrakin
