Saturday, 31 January 2015

Neltharion's Flame (Attentus' Tale).


i've cleansed the corruption in resurrection chamber of Maw of Neltharion with flame from magical vial,

Rothin the Decaying, Necromancer responsible for raising Magma Wyrms was defeated soon after.

My tasks in Maw of Neltharion are over, at least for now - most vile of the corruption is gone anyway.

-- Attentus, apprentice of Versutus.

Rothin the Decaying slain.

Friday, 30 January 2015

Into the Maw (Attentus' Tale).


Maw of Neltharion, a dark, hot & damp cave was filled with atrocious monsters - both alive & undead.

My task was to get rid of few of their numbers as well as to disable Necrolytic Arcane Runes.

I've returned to servant of Black Dragonflight who gave me this task alive, but corruption of the place is unnerving...

-- Attentus, apprentice of Versutus.

Arcane Duel.

A Spell against Geist.

Disabling Arcane Wards.

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Cult of the Damned (Attentus' Tale).


As part of a task given to me, i've assumed cultist's guise.

Mundane methods are often superior to magic that fails when needed the most.

i've uncovered an insidious plot to raise a wyrm - to serve 'The Cult of the Damned'.

-- Attentus, disillusioned mage.


a Black Service.

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Arcane Power (Attentus' Tale).

Spiral down ...

Seems i need to wander again... more pointless combat & conquests.

At least i've gathered myself somehow, these items perhaps will be useful.

-- Attentus, apprentice of Versutus.


Obsidian Dragonshrine.


Noticing Lava.



Dear Journal, in my dream ...

went to Westfall to hunt herbs,

in a chasm found strange arcane anomaly,

nearby there, creatures that could look as i,

-- Yours, Chea Allin, Lucid Dreaming Adventuress.



Saturday, 17 January 2015

Raven Hill.


Dear Journal, in my dream ...

i rode to Raven Hill, abadonned town near large, 'sprawling cementery'.

creatures of more or less popular races settled there, with variously more or less honest truths guiding them.

perhaps they are miscreants, perhaps not.

i've seen a sinister laboratory & a gypsy wagon, as well as abadonned huts & bonfires.

still, this cementery is very dangerous for me.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, A Witch, a Seeker of Enlightened Energies, an Adventuress.

P.S. As You know, Dear Journal, Ravens are Symbols of Death.

P.S.S. Death is The Symbol of Change in Tarot, Dear Journal, not sure if i told You.



Gypsy Wagon.

Friday, 16 January 2015

Travelling the Ogres' Way.

Darkshire's Town Hall.

Dear Journal, in my dream ...

i've travelled a little in Duskwood, from Darkshire's Town Hall to Nightwatchs' Camp & Ogre Mound.

gathered some herbs for milling, killed monsters like an Ogre, without regard & respect to life.

perhaps this will protect the Town somehow, though i am sure there are better ways.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, An Adventuress.



Ogres' Way.

Camp & Rest.


On the Way.

Dear Journal, in my dream ...

i've fought against Ogres, in a Mound.

too much for a ring, a tool that perhaps will come useful.

i think that true diamonds are tough people, not the jewelry they wear or not.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, an Adventuress.

Zzarc' Vul.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Illusory Nature of Reality.

Dear Journal,

is reality truly real?

can we safely build our future, without worrying that it changes too much?

when someone dies, reality changes... possibly causing great damage to those affected.

nothing is permanent, i think.

i'll leave You too as well someday, Dear Journal.

but there's Reincarnation - rebirth in another body after death, thankfully or not.

i admit, i know too little of that process.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, an Illusionist Witch & Seeker of Enlightened Energies.

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

A Gift?

A Convict Prisoner, Criminal.

Dear Journal, in my dream ...

i went to test a bike, it turns out to be a recruitment bribe, by the Vile Horde.

as i passed through Stormwind to investigate, criminal captive was noticed.

'Never trust the Banks ...' - i heard in the past.

went to 'Griphinery', flew to Duskwood despite.

in Darkshire i realized that i can't ride a bike, for it's not our Allied gnomes' tool,
but a Horde's goblins' toy.

i can't betray our Alliance, for the Horde.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, a scribe, who has too much.

The Fountain Bank,
... auctions far too close.


'The Raven Hill',
A Cementery, there, below ...

It's a Trap,
A bribe of the bike.

Monday, 5 January 2015


Mages' Quarter,
Arcanists' Gather.

Dear Journal,

i've pondered a little about my Art, it's practice to understand the Theory.

i went to explore again.

with enough of herbs gathered, inscriptions were a progress.

i started to do a Tarot Cards Divination Deck.

in my dream, Dear Journal.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, a Witch & a Seeker of Enlightened Energies.


Tarot, a part.

Pets & Travels.

Pets & Travel Tools.

Dear Journal,

i've noticed that in my dream, many a creature are drawn to me, to help in travels.

i've also got the bike, the toy of gnomish engineers', a machine for travels.

pets include:

- a panther (striped nightsaber),
- a snow-white grif,
- two horses (chestnut mare, swift white steed),

the bike is called "Warlord's Deathwheel".

-- Yours, Chea Allin, the Traveller, with Pets.

Do NOT hurry Love.

Dear Journal,

i think Love should NOT be hurried,
Enlightened or Not.

otherwise it's Rape,
abuse against our will.

my man should be patient,
wait for as long as i need.

it's woman who leads in Love,
for women know more about.

man should learn & support,
not taking her independence.

not wasting her years of youth,
woman's most precious 'thing'.

if man takes a little,
he should repay the debt.

otherwise the Love will falter,
grow weary & die.

Love should be fought for,
for life's a whole & more.

there's old age & reincarnation,
do not leave 'the One' who Loves.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, a woman.

Sunday, 4 January 2015

A Walk for Herbs.

Westbrook Garrison.

Dear Journal, in my dream,

i've seen Elwynn Woods as i gathered herbs.

Westbrook Garrison is mighty, Mirror Lake - beautiful, Bandit Orchard - dangerous & wild.

Then i went exploring the City of Stormwind, the Mages' Quarter... on a way to their scribes' teacher.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, adventuress & scribe.

Bandit Orchard.

Mirror Lake.

Mages' Quarter.

Stormwind City's Scribe.

Sweet Lips.

Sweet Lips.

Dear Journal,

Sweet Lips are not so sweet, depending on a perspective.

Even mine, despite many considering me 'the nicest of the people'.

i do not know everything, so for many it's just lies.

Dear Journal, in my dream ...

Rain Came, Grif's a shadow was noticed as i passed ...

i went onward, gathered some herbs & defended against a thug, with a Frost Spell, coming from my lips & hands.

-- Yours, Chea Allin, a Seeker & a Witch.

Grif's a Shadow, Rain is Coming.


Thug 'a' kill.