Hello, new journal.
I have not bothered to write much in your cousins as much due to a lack of engagement as a lack of need for introspection. The book for Acquisitions is more of a ledger than any sort of collection of thoughts or memories, and it is supplemented with the research journals which are simply for theories and evidence rather than any sort of personal thoughts. Now that I have signed on my services to assist a new organization, I supposed it only fitting to begin a separate log.
They call themselves the Remnants, and I strongly agree with the underlying mission. Though only time will tell if they have the heart for it. Rather, I suppose it is more honest to say the lack of heart. Surviving in the Plaguelands is hard enough, but to claw back territory and hold it against the rotters is the work that draws in idealists and breaks them. I have not met any half of them, but those that I have seem like decent people. Decent people don't survive up there, not really. Perhaps with the numbers they are mustering, they might can hold their own, but the larger the flock, the more likely the Forsaken are to simply snuff out the flame on hope with poisoned blades and plague gas.
The Cardinal that seems to be leading them, I can not read. He has plenty of faith in the odds, but I cannot say I share in it. Perhaps meeting the rest will ease my worries, but I fear they will all be dead in a few months. Glory-seeking heroes chasing a home that is now a hell, I wish them the best and will do what I can to assist in this foolhardy quest.
Big meeting is supposed to be held today, and I reckon it will be the first time to get a true feel of the organization other than a bit of chatter with various members. Hoping it should settle some of my fears. At least as long as everyone is not dancing around, singing songs and wearing daisy chains, there is little chance of those fears increasing.
Bye bye, journal.
Charlene Itheca-Milidynes: LUX VULT!
Adeim: LUX VULT
Greywoods: LUX VULT
Hillsbradian: FOR LORDAERON! WE'RE GOING HOME BOYS!
Niklos: Easthaven stuff updated!
Niklos: Slowly, we will have a pool
Eirianwen: When all you really want to do is blow something up and no one lets you.
Marisol: Shrooms. *giggled*
Eirianwen: Hey. It is a perfectly valid option here.
Niklos: This thing spews death spores - LET'S GRENADE IT
Adeim: Did somebody say ADVENTURE?!?
Niklos: Spin spin spin spin spin...
Marisol: Adventure is out there!
Niklos: clearly you have never read The Flash series D:
Highbinder: "You can't run from death! Especially when he's got a gun!"
Adeim: I smell...ADVENTURE!
Annerais: *tosses pokeballs at NIk*
Clement Abbor: ......you can't run from me......