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#13587022 Dec 30, 2017 at 02:46 PM · Edited 3 months ago
Citizen
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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.
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#13587628 Dec 31, 2017 at 08:33 AM
Citizen
7 Posts
Hello, journal.

With a meeting under my belt, I reckon I will be staying on even as it did highlight just how ill-prepared some of this crew is for what they are talking about doing. They might have the spirit, but a bagmaker and a butcher are not exactly the sort of professions that inspire confidence when talking about reclaiming a section of the Plaguelands. I might have simply excused myself and let them kill themselves, but for the fat that other folks are aware of the deficiency and sticking around regardless. Hell, had one of the other new members comment to me that he figured they will starve to death in a few months if not assisted. Captain himself seems to have some reservations as well, but as militiamen it will be hour jobs to preserve this settlement and its people as long as we can manage. Spoke with him a bit about the upcoming training.

Marty seems to be taking this new task well enough, though I am sure she likely worries. Perhaps when the settlement is more established I can offer up the possibility of taking her up there. We both have ill will towards that place, but I do not know how well she has killed the ghosts of her past. If possible, I reckon I will do what I can to keep the time much like with my current business.

Discipline will certainly be a lingering issue, I think. Noticed that quickly enough in the meeting. Couple of the assembled could have done with a slap from a riflebutt, but the Cardinal seemed to handle it all well enough. Why would smartasses volunteer for a living like this?

Bye bye, journal.
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#13593978 Jan 05, 2018 at 08:40 AM
Citizen
7 Posts
Hello, journal.

Starting to get a better feel of the organization in the wake of more insufferable small talk as well as an enjoyable enough spar with the militia. I figured that Marty would enjoy at least putting faces to the people that both I would be in charge of keeping safe and would be in charge of keeping me safe. Seemed like everyone found something better to do when we arrived, though. Guess it was a busy night.

The militia training went well enough, though it certainly reinforced the fact that this is an honest to goodness militia and not the hard-hearted murderers I am used to running with. Spoke at some length with my own sparring partner after the training. Holy sort that goes back Zenai. He reminds me a lot of Contego, except a touch more personable. While I know better to expect that wing of the organization to all be like him, I certainly would not be surprised to find the people of the cloth a better trained fighting force than this lot of butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers. There was one fellow that I figured would cry if he had to hold a real blade who bolted. Probably better as a liability for the Scourge than us, I reckon.

The north does a good job at forcing you to either adapt or die. While they will have the safety of numbers, time will tell how many last a year up here. Honestly, it would not be a bad idea to simply snatch up toughs from Old Town and pressgang them into service. Though as much as these people were whining about wine and taverns, I suspect the damage done to morale at having gangsters on patrol might be fatal.



Bye bye, journal.
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#13595365 Jan 06, 2018 at 11:55 AM
Citizen
7 Posts
Hello, journal.

Followed after the organization's holier-than-thou sorts on a mission to cleanse a haunted mine. Not entirely sure what I expected, but I was probably more helpful for hauling back the carcass of the failure of a death knight than anything else. I managed to plug a couple rounds of rock salt into a few spooks, but otherwise I just followed after soaking hits and leaving flares. Still, we managed to get the job done. Cleaned out the spooks and hauled back the body we found.

The armor on it was piecemeal. Couple of pieces of saronite mixed with rags and armor scraps. It had a runeblade that was cracked and shattered, though we only found the hilt. I was figuring it might just be a Cult of the Damned that had scavenged the carcasses, but the Cardinal offered up the chance it was just a failed Ebon that had been put down when they attacked the Scarlets. Either way, it seemed as though its runeblade was the source of the haunting. With it gone, should have at least rectified one of the settlement's concerns.

All in all, successful. Burned the carcass afterwards, buried the armor, went on another patrol.

Bye bye, journal.
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