Crowker's application (Priest, 90), social spot
Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 10:15 am
Worn-out Journal
Item level 1
Binds when picked up
Unique
Use: Read the journal.
Dropped by: Crowker
Drop Chance: 0.01%
Day one
I return to the mists of Pandaria. Most of my fellow heroes have evacuated from the guild, fled to a place where the loot is more epic. Raiding has seized entirely. Only a few remain, representing the Hostile Foragers.
Day five
The situation remains without change. What little activity there is within the guild is mainly maintained by a farm-crazed dwarf running across the entire world; seemingly collecting all available resources whilst sharing his experiences with the rest of us.
Day twenty-three
A drastic event occurred the other day, the dwarf is no longer with us. In search of a more active, raiding, environment he seized an opportunity to follow some of the former raiders. The chat rests silently. What will happen to us?
Day twenty-four
It is a peculiar experience; I am now one of the few still standing. Sometimes I hint the presence of another member, lurking silently in the corners of the guild.
I shall return to my daily endeavours and am afraid I will loose myself on the Time-Lost Isle tonight once again.
Day forty
Paranoia has set in, I feel as if I am being watched. I know someone is out there, desperately I shout out in the guild chat, waiting for a response. For several minutes I expect one, yet not the slightest whisper is heard in turn. Although I know, I am sure of it, I am not alone in this place.
Day fifty-seven
My mind. I feel as if though it is drifting away from me. Today I finally found myself receiving a response to my cries in the guild chat! A conversation was started and spanned over a joyous few minutes until I realised it must have been my own voice I heard. However, I shall not give up.
*Several pages are torn into pieces and curiously mashed into a wet mass, rendered unreadable... is that... is that the smell of tears and blood?*
Day... lost count of days
I woke up screaming in the middle of the night out of sheer panic. I cannot stand this any longer. I must find my way out of here. I shall make my move first thing in the morning, my bags are packed and I'm prepared for the escape.
Last entry
I am currently making an attempt at following my fellow comrades onto the side where the grass is more purple. I hear it is a pleasant place and I imagine I can get a fresh start over there, should the leaders accept my request for a social spot among their ranks.
Item level 1
Binds when picked up
Unique
Use: Read the journal.
Dropped by: Crowker
Drop Chance: 0.01%
Day one
I return to the mists of Pandaria. Most of my fellow heroes have evacuated from the guild, fled to a place where the loot is more epic. Raiding has seized entirely. Only a few remain, representing the Hostile Foragers.
Day five
The situation remains without change. What little activity there is within the guild is mainly maintained by a farm-crazed dwarf running across the entire world; seemingly collecting all available resources whilst sharing his experiences with the rest of us.
Day twenty-three
A drastic event occurred the other day, the dwarf is no longer with us. In search of a more active, raiding, environment he seized an opportunity to follow some of the former raiders. The chat rests silently. What will happen to us?
Day twenty-four
It is a peculiar experience; I am now one of the few still standing. Sometimes I hint the presence of another member, lurking silently in the corners of the guild.
I shall return to my daily endeavours and am afraid I will loose myself on the Time-Lost Isle tonight once again.
Day forty
Paranoia has set in, I feel as if I am being watched. I know someone is out there, desperately I shout out in the guild chat, waiting for a response. For several minutes I expect one, yet not the slightest whisper is heard in turn. Although I know, I am sure of it, I am not alone in this place.
Day fifty-seven
My mind. I feel as if though it is drifting away from me. Today I finally found myself receiving a response to my cries in the guild chat! A conversation was started and spanned over a joyous few minutes until I realised it must have been my own voice I heard. However, I shall not give up.
*Several pages are torn into pieces and curiously mashed into a wet mass, rendered unreadable... is that... is that the smell of tears and blood?*
Day... lost count of days
I woke up screaming in the middle of the night out of sheer panic. I cannot stand this any longer. I must find my way out of here. I shall make my move first thing in the morning, my bags are packed and I'm prepared for the escape.
Last entry
I am currently making an attempt at following my fellow comrades onto the side where the grass is more purple. I hear it is a pleasant place and I imagine I can get a fresh start over there, should the leaders accept my request for a social spot among their ranks.