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World of Warcraft: Fan Area, Stories (Back to contents)

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Excerpts from a Diary...


I've been looking forward to Blizzard's World of Warcraft, but the information has been very slow in coming. One of the few things they have given us is the Journal of Brann. Unfortunately, it is only an explanation of the screen shots so it is very poorly written, and the character Brann has absolutely no personality. So I rewrote it. Instead of Brann it is from the point of view of a man named Don'ath. If you want to see the original go to Blizzard's site, even if only to see how good a job I did in comparison.

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Day 1

I will start off by explaining why I am keeping this diary. You see I feel that a person can learn a great deal of knowledge from one such as myself; should anything unpleasant ever happen to me I would be remiss were I to completely deprive the world of my own genius. And I might add, with as much time as am being forced to spend on the road, I have very little else to keep my interest.

When I say I am being forced, I know what you are thinking; after all, the story, it seems, has become the active gossip in most every inn I have been to of late. But I assure you that the entire situation is simply a very large mistake. The whole misunderstanding is based upon the love of the Duke's daughter. Not the love I bear mind you, for it would be foolish to love such a sow as her, but rather the love she bears for me. It is because of this, and the anger she feels for my having left, that has lead to the slanderous claims she has made about me.

o until her anger dies down I find I must leave my home, such as it is, in search of greener pastures. I have decided to travel south, as if I had any choice, and I will see were the fates take me. Though this land is my home I will be glad to leave the endless, and empty, expanses of snow behind me. I think it should be nice to see civilization.

Don'ath

 

Day 15

Well, it seems I was in error when planning this trip; you see I seem to have greatly underestimated my needs. After two weeks of traveling I ran out of food, so I did the obvious thing and stopped at a general store. The store was quite a fine one, and it had all of the supplies that I was needing. However, when I had gathered what I needed, the owner of the store seemed quite busy stocking his shelves and all, so I thought it best not to bother him. I simply did the courteous thing and left the some of the iron coins of our homeland, equal to what I assumed to be the value of my new supplies, on the counter. How was I to know the shop keeper only took gold?

So once again I find myself on the road because of a simple misunderstanding. Some good did come of this however. When I was swiftly distancing myself from the storeowner, I happened upon a very agreeable dwarf by the name of Brann. It seemed he was on some kind of quest on behalf of an organization named The Explorers Guild. Well, since I had no planned destination, and the little fellow seemed to enjoy partaking in some intelligent dialogue, it seemed only natural that I accompany him.

Don'ath

 

Day 19

Today my companion and I arrived at the Goldshire Inn deep in the Elwynn forests. I must say I have never seen such a land as this Elwynn. Immense trees claw at the sky all around us, as mushrooms and berries appear at every turn. Deer and rabbits run by, with no fear of us. Indeed my first thought of this place was that it is truly a paradise. But as my sainted mother would tell me as a boy, 'paradise shall never exist in the world so long as the Duchy stands'. Of course her words were meant as an insult against the throne, but they proved to be none-the-less true. For it seemed that these woods were as full of wolves as any place I have yet seen. And while wolves are nothing new to me, they exist here in packs far greater than in our homeland. Besides the wolves we caught glimpses of some very disagreeable creatures called gnolls. These gnolls stood as a human, but were more dog than man, they are exceedingly vicious, and smell of their own excrement. Needless to say we stayed as far from them as possible. In addition to the wolves and the gnolls we observed some smallish creatures, that appeared rather rat-like, called kobolds. Having grown up in the Deeprock province I of course developed somewhat of taste for rat, and the little creatures looked quite delicious to me. Although when I suggested we make a meal of them, my little dwarfish friend became disgusted, and quite distressed, so I begrudgingly agreed to leave them be.

Now that you have some idea of the countryside I shall tell you of the Goldshire Inn. It is quite a fine inn, the best I have yet been to in fact. That night we dined on venison, and drank deeply of a very strong ale. The venison was delectable, though I should have liked to have tried the little creatures as well, however our server seemed just as disgusted as my friend when I asked for a side of Kobold. Perhaps they are difficult to cook properly. The ale, while good, was to strong for my taste, so I stopped after one flagon. Brann however greatly enjoyed his ale, and was through his third cup before I finished my first. After, well I lost count how many drinks he had, Brann became quite friendly to everyone. Though his speech was slurred, I was able to make out something about 'brotherhood between our races'.

But the best thing about the Goldshire Inn was most certainly the local women. Ah, my friends, you would not believe the beauty of these southern women. So beautiful in fact that I was rendered speechless when I asked the little dwarf what he thought of them and he responded, 'Their height makes them not so much women, as trees'. How anyone, even a dwarf could equate these women with trees shall be forever beyond my understanding.

Don'ath

 

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