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#14208310 Sep 12, 2019 at 03:55 PM
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Status report:

In my absence, an illness has overtaken the Sentinels at Feathermoon Stronghold. A number of our new recruits have assisted us in investigating the matter.

We have discovered that the poison that spread the illness was likely introduced by an infiltrator, likely a troll that was chased from Feralas not three weeks prior to this report. It seems there was a container concealed within a cooking fire that delivered an air borne poison to a good number of the Sentinels, infecting them specifically.

The container, as well as other relevant materials, have been forwarded to Priestess Arilyne for research purposes. I trust that an antidote will come soon. She will not be pleased to hear that the first fatality has occurred from this illness.

As far as other evidence, our scouts have recovered a number of documents from their mission into Desolace. One being a list of ingredients to be obtained, and the other a contract of sorts. Signs point to the Apothecary Society being involved, and more than likely, the Reliquary.

The Collective has had a history with the Reliquary, as they seemed to be after the same artifacts we were in a previous mission. For reasons of security, the nature of the artifacts are on a need to know basis.

We have resolved, thanks to the ideas of our new members, to move a decoy artifact to the Exodar for safekeeping in an attempt to draw out our saboteurs and put an end to this plot.

Will update this report as more information is available.


~M. Darksong
So many fallen kings, silent in their numberless graves...

Even the mighty are rendered nameless by time.

Every king must kneel before death.


- Memory of Arthas


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#14221374 Oct 03, 2019 at 09:15 PM
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(Submitted to Hand Darksong by M. Hale)



(The entire report is written out in crayon and almost looks like a kid did it with doodles all over the page.)

Status Report:

It all started out with a wonderful boat ride to the Exodar. Upon arriving at the shores of Azuremist Isle the party consisting of Telrien, Lothelene, Serian, and myself were greeted by Hovaal (Kovaal) and Eveningsherry (Keearcia).

After a little bit of talking I took the "artifact" out of my bags and made sure it was out in the open in hopes of catching any Horde spies. After a while of walking we were assaulted with what looked like some sort of plague bombs. Telrien giving the order everyone spread out in search of whoever was throwing the bombs. In the search Sherry was struck with a plague bomb.

After a few minutes of searching Malryth spotted two Horde to the north and everyone proceeded to give chase. Upon catching up with one of the Horde spies who turned out to be a Forsaken Malryth's hands erupted in Fel flame and Telrien, Hovaal, Malryth, and Serian surrounded the Forsaken while Lothelene and Sheery kept their eyes out for the other.

When cornered the Forsaken started talking about some Master and other nonsense till a Sin'dorei joined him. Not long after the Sin'dorei opened up a portal summoning imps to distract us before opening up a portal to somewhere and escaping. Malryth tried to leap through the portal to chase them but was to slow and ended up leaping into the ground.

Everyone then regrouped and Telrien took a look at Sherry and tried to remove the plague from her but was only able to remove a small amount from her. Malryth turned off his Fel flames only for his hands to be burnt. Maeshkin and Tamaira joined us before we all talked about what our next step would be and we may have to use a real artifact next time so as to catch them.

After talking for a while everyone made their way to the nearest village to heal. There we caught our breaths and started to heal any of our wounds from the spies. Serian took out some water and begun to heal Malryth's hands before everyone went to relax and while Sherry went to find a healer to remove the rest of the plague.

To the best of my memory,
Malryth Hale.
So many fallen kings, silent in their numberless graves...

Even the mighty are rendered nameless by time.

Every king must kneel before death.


- Memory of Arthas


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