Originally written Feb. 2, 2010. It has been a long while since I made an entry. I left this journal in my quarters in Theramore, and left it gather dust. This is my fourth week spent in Stormwind, or somewhere within its provinces. This is the longest length of time I have spent in […]
Originally written Feb. 4, 2010. I hold little connection to the Cathedral of Light as someone from the north, other than acknowledging it as an important symbol. But I find myself lately wandering its halls at late hours, and by chance I came across another piece of the puzzle in the form of a gnome […]
Originally written March 20, 2010. I neglect this journal during the most trying times. A great number among the Templars ride swiftly to meet the Knights of the Order head-on, while another handful of our strength clashes with criminal minds in Stormwind. Despite the threatening situation of the former, it is the bureaucracy-laden of the […]
Originally written March 22, 2010. A victory. We obtained a crate of smuggled metal from the Knights' northern shipping line. It was a task to keep it from enemy and ally hands alike, but the metal is safely locked away. I must make a note to the Theramore guards to immediately note any sight […]
Originally written April 1, 2010. We combated Scourge, and the Knights of the Order cult. We fought back hordes of the Burning Legion, and drove away cult radicals from burning homes. We have dedicated life, spell and sword to the survival of Azerothian peoples, and an end to each war that sends soldiers to foreign […]
Originally written April 6, 2010. We burned Templar Khazoth's body, as was his wish. As more soldiers return home from Northrend, I realize that I have not counted my blessings – no Templar fell in the battles in Northrend. Each returned safely. Perhaps this is why so many among us raise sword against the […]
Originally written April 17, 2010. The Knights lay defeated, and Lanria Geroux has returned to our ranks. She has lost her memory. I can only guess that the shared mind of the Knights affected it, or the brutality of her experience played part. However, at the moment we will simply count this blessing, and more […]
Originally written May 26, 2010. I never write enough, the purpose of this journal is to leave an accurate record of myself, plans and thoughts should I die on the field. But I find myself leaving it for weeks on end, I was never the dedicated writer or scholar. My father would perhaps balk at […]
Originally written May 29, 2010. I placed responsibility into the hands of what some would see as our youngest Templar. Harple Firehand has returned, though it seems he struck a deal with a spirit and its sense of humor. I await his full account on how and why he appeared before Koryander and I, […]
Originally written May 29th, 2010. I traveled north without companion today, and rode to the Lightbringer's tomb. There was rumor among Alliance cities that the Tabard of the Lightbringer was found, and is now held at the tomb by a Knight of the Ebon Blade. The rumors were hushed, when I first heard word, […]
Originally written June 2, 2010. I have finished dwelling, I await a chartered boat to Northrend. I have dwelled long enough on decisions, I have spent too long thinking of the past. I took solace in at the tomb of the Lightbringer one last time. Again, the guardian of the tabard stood vigil. Again, […]
Originally written June 10, 2010. It has been one week since the Templars, Tears and allied Alliance forces met in Northrend. Our forces met at Venture Bay, as our tactician predicted. It is fortunate that the Tears drove northwest instead of east – had they traveled to a Horde port, the Templars' choice would […]
Originally written June 29, 2010. Some time has passed since the Templars and Tears met at Venture Bay, and engaged in combat. The war between us is ongoing, but there is little that can be done aside from wait. I sent the Marksman out alone to see what can be found among the Tears. […]
Originally written July 28, 2010. Again, I neglect keeping a record of my doings, and much has happened. I will be brief, at present myself and the Templars are readying ourselves for war at any time. Our war with the Tears is still unfinished, I await word from the Marksman and other scouts on whether […]
Originally written Aug. 2, 2010. It is done. The Tears of Draenor are free from their betrayers and manipulators, and the Templars no longer have to fight former comrades. It was the Marksman's last minute intelligence that brought about the end to this plot. The end of this war is both a relief and […]
Originally written Aug. 16, 2010. It is not a simple thing, to jump from one war to another. Perhaps the Templars have become specialists in waging war for the goal of peace; it is strange because at one time, our strategy was simply diplomacy. It is safe to say that in two cases in the […]
Originally written Aug. 30, 2010. A tournament brings a much lighter tone to the ranks, even moreso than the daily bar revelry so many Templars enjoy. I rarely cull their drinking or best-described as frivolity, not unless it affects the swing of their swords. Strangely enough, it never does, or perhaps it is because my […]
Originally written Nov. 2, 2010. I neglected to keep record of much of the last month's events. However, I will not sit idle and write a drawn-out summary, for time is short, and it is clear that there are unseen forces as well as shrinking time that work against the slow stroke of this pen. […]
Originally written Nov. 7, 2010. A brief time for repose this night, if formal attire can be considered so. Three hours were spent celebrating the third year of the Templars of the Rose, but the celebration was marked with an elemental attack at its beginning, and another at its end. Three cultists paid visit as […]
Originally written Dec. 20, 2010. I readily admit to lacking expertise on the elements, I gratefully assign that knowledge to Koryander. When we first came to know one another as low-ranked Templars, I listened to what I considered "babble" about lords, planes and balances. I find myself a careful student now, with late nights spent […]
The passing days have many old memories come to the surface, many I thought lost. The squire whom I once thought lost has returned, her solace ended in Northrend, and soul returned from its dark path. She still refuses her former name, to the point that I see within her the same anger that […]
Mosur rounded the corner in one of Karabor’s corridors and bumped into the smaller priestess as he did every so many days. “Oh, hello Amia,” he smiled letting a look of surprise cross his face as though he didn’t know she would be traveling this hallway. In truth, however, he planned these meetings. “Nice bumping […]
"Will you grow your hair out for me?" she had asked him softly. It was almost like he could hear her voice in the memory. She’d stolen his prayer book Again. It was something she did often, picking his pockets at any given moment during the day. He’d come looking for it, needing to search no farther […]
Amia’s hooves clattered down the hallway as she walked briskly away from Mosur. She’d stolen his prayer book. It had only taken her five days to get her hands on it and she wasn’t giving it back any time soon. Her fingers gripped the book so tightly, the already pale blue skin was nearly white […]
"Hello?" Mosur’s voice called out through the small house and he hung on the silence that followed. He’d spoken in common in case and hoping that perhaps Shame was still there. He wondered if, perhaps, they had gone out, and he meandered into the kitchen for a glance around. The only things out of place […]