((All of Lyta's diary entries from the ERN. Posting the back log as one.)) The book is clearly handmade, and by someone incredibly deft at such work, without the aid of technology or magic. It's pulp pages are sewn together with twine, and the binding and backing is made of thick, cured bark and leather. […]
Originally posted Feb. 11, 2011. There are few times when I linger enough to doubt myself. I claim no reason for this habit other than it being born of my father, a man who doted little on things outside of necessity. And yet from time to time I think of things outside myself that are […]
Originally posted April 11, 2011. Stormwind weaves many threads, but the pattern briefly came together the day of the cultist execution. Many parties showed their true colors, most prominently the cult, which did us the favor of sniping specific targets within a large crowd. The execution was poorly conducted, the crowd bordering on riot, but […]
Originally written April 12, 2011. A confirmation. Marksman Kanta Wildsabre is dead, and we know the name of his murderer. But the reasons for his death, the decapitation of his body and location of his head are still mysteries. When recounting the night of his death, Anarial stated that the Marksman carried no weapon, suspected […]
Originally written April 14, 2011. Stormwind acted as an anchor tied to my feet tonight, and I do not see that role changing in the future as long as political players remain at hand. I saw for the first time the value of information within the city, how it is a currency bellied by […]
Originally written April 30, 2011. My pen once again arrives late. For brief time, the Templars were caught in Stormwind's political net, a risk that we are never able to fully vouch or anticipate. The more the Templars delves into the city, the more intricate its nets. I have lived long without knowing the depth […]
Originally written June 8, 2011. I have returned fulltime to war. My time is split between the siege against Blackrock, and strike missions in the Highlands. I find myself with little time to dwell on much else, save a night's flood relief effort in Menethil, and brief stays in Stormwind. I have not stepped foot […]
Originally written June 16, 2011. Much that was set out-of-place is properly righted. The Marksman spent a number of weeks as a female version of himself, due to the fiery temper of his adopted niece. I do not see the Marksman quite understanding that Sydile Creed's temper is much like his own, as is her […]
Originally written July 25, 2011. The following was written and distributed publicly. A separate copy is carried personally by Radighast Tull of the Conjurer's Court. —- I write on the heels of a battle of words that has lasted since June, the stabbing of Baron Benjamin Monroe, kidnapping of Velhari Demare, siege of Fort Talon, […]
Originally written August 9, 2011. I have taken to writing my logs during trips between continents, it is where I find the longest lengths of time. The journey to and fro the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor is longer than it once was during the Northrend campaign, each churn of the ship reminds me that Azeroth […]
Originally written August 18, 2011. OOC: This is part of the Letter to the Lightbringer chain of events, immediately following a meeting of the Templars of the Rose and Tears of Draenor in Hearthglen. —- The air in Silverpine was familiar to Arialynn, a scent that as it hit the nostrils, it immediately drew upon […]
Originally written September 4, 2011. OOC: This was given by Arialynn during the August 28th, 2011 Sunday Service. My log missed part of the beginning, so I rewrote it from memory. The rest is taken verbatim from the sermon. To those who would like to see the sermon in full with the /says and /emotes […]
Originally written September 15, 2011. OOC: This is part of the Letter to the Lightbringer chain of events, which began with a letter sent to Arialynn by Kormok, requesting to remove Hillsbrad refugees from a Tear fortress. This scene took place a little earlier than this journal was published. The writing is catching up with […]
Originally written September 26, 2011. I find a short reprieve in the beginning of each new week, with Celestyna's Sunday Service and the gathering of known and unknown faces. Alekxandar Winchester, the self-proclaimed morale officer and collectively-dubbed prankster of the Templars, delivered the sermon. While I was certain that Alekxandar planned a joke on his […]
Originally written October 4, 2011. She lay draped over a cot, with a blanket crumpled at her waist. Outside her tent, the camp stirred with signs of morning, campfires flickering back to life with new wood after a long night's sigh, soldiers pulling back the flaps of tents, and armor clanking as it was again […]
Originally posted October 30, 2011. The following was sent by swiftest measure to Theramore, a base camp in Hyjal, the Mug in Booty Bay, Tranquility's Watch in the Western Plaguelands, and the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind. It is a private missive to active Templars, and bears the waxen seal of the Templar emblem. […]
Originally written November 8, 2011. The following is sent to the capital cities of the Alliance. The Alliance Postal Service has full OOC permission to hand deliver this notice to any chosen Alliance character at the guild's personal discretion. The Alliance Town Criers likewise has full OOC permission to advertise this call-to-aid and event. —- […]
Originally written November 10, 2011. My recent writing is less my own personal thoughts, and more decrees and letters of correspondence for aid. The exchange of refugees by Forsaken General Logart Dragonbane has overtaken the bulk of Templar operations and my personal time, but many times I am reminded that it is for the ultimate […]
Originally written November 25, 2011. I traveled often when I was younger, perhaps then it is natural for me to never remain in one place for long. There were few places in Lordaeron I did not see with my own eyes, and even now the plagued land tugs at old memory. Perhaps that is another […]
Originally written November 29, 2011. I write in the hours before dawn. The ground tremors continue, and remind me of the tremors that shook Azeroth before the Hammer unleashed elements on the capital cities. It is no surprise then to know that the Hammer is again responsible for deep movements within the earth. Our […]
Originally written December 10, 2011. It is clear to me now that the Templars can settle nearly anywhere. War as a profession has lead us to being experts on setting up outposts in lands otherwise unfit for living. It has also lead to other habits, such as smuggling liquor to every war front the Templars […]
Originally written December 11, 2011. It is strange. Since becoming head of Templars, we have been more selective of our allies and associations. It is likely due to my own preference of never dealing with half-truths, and expecting the utmost clarity in word and deed of each person I meet. I am told this is […]
Originally written December 16, 2011. There is a difficulty in battling the cult, due to its members appearing like ordinary men or women if they so wish. So it seems then that one cultist walked Wintergarde grounds in this manner for some days before he was discovered. He unveiled himself, which hints a great amount […]
Originally written January 3, 2012. The war continues in Dragonblight, but Wintergarde was filled with warm company and laughter through Winter's Veil. It is strange how a holiday can possess such a hold over hardened women and men, and yet I see its transformative powers every year. Its passing was well-timed, just as the […]
Originally written January 22, 2012. The day after. Wintergarde was brimming full just hours before, its infirmary swelling with the wounded, the inn boisterous with drinks and celebration. Arialynn took part in each, the work at the infirmary bringing a tired joy, and the surprises at the inn were neverending. A ring with a […]