Diary Entry of A Rogue

[Tsurara]

Diary Entry of the night of May 31st in Trial Of The Crusader by Tsurarann Gormok, the large beast bellows with a furious anger, if his size weren't enough, the wretched vile snobolds that accompanied him were more then I cared to deal with. Snobolds... the slime of our world, I wish to eradicate them all. After Gormok went down Tirion sent his worm pets on us. It burned, the bile of the worm was hotter then I had anticipated. It boiled the skin, if not for the gentle cooling water of the shaman I may have not survived. My blades cut the worm hard and fast. It was a great feeling watching it writhe on the ground after the group dispatched it. Moving to Icehowl, the large beast roars with such tenacity. I did my best but I could only merely reach the back of the beasts thigh, but I suppose.... I would not want to be sliced in the legs, I can only presume it was painful for the creature. I watched as the creature hit the ground, dead and bleeding about the arena floor. Something inside me felt sorry for it, but then again, it was a target that needed to be disposed of. It deserved it, in a sense.nnThen, out of nowhere a gnome... Frizzle-something entered the arena, I wanted to cut that little cur to pieces on the spot, but I knew that would not be allowed. The gnome summoned a great demon, who only turned on his master, killing the gnome in a flash of beautiful green. I will not lie, I laughed as I watched the gnome die. The demon then turned on our group summoning large Infernal Demons and a mistress with many arms. I did not trouble myself with his mistress, My task was but a simple one, Kick the demon in the face whenever he attempted to summon his magics. It was not difficult as Jarraxus , as he called himself, would stand there twirling his arms about. Made it very obvious when I needed to force him to lose his concentration. The group brought the red skinned demon to his knees and we watched in excitement as he died.nnWyrnn, the coward, setting his champions on us, was a pathetic show of strength for him. It was all for naught, we cut down his "champions" as swiftly as he released them upon us. That silly druid, trying to heal, the wounds I had inflicted on him put a stop to that. Those "champions" were no better then the dirt Wrynn cleans off his boots every night after walking through his city streets.nnThe moment I was waiting for, the Valkyr, the beautiful but frightening angels of death. They swooped in with a large ego about them. They were quickly dispatched with no trouble. I was rather surprised at the adrenaline rush I got while fighting them, three times did I just find an inner empowerment and unleash all my energy and rage upon them.nnThe Lich King came and paid us a visit, if not for my conscience telling me to save my blades, I would have charged him. The fool, breaking away the floor to the arena, the fall was a fun one, landing in nice cold water, it refreshed my mind and re energized my spirit, I was ready to fight again. nnGood thing, Arthas had set his minion Anub'arak on us. The Nerubian covered in a layer of ice... it was beautiful... but he was our enemy and had to be taken down. We set off on him immediately slicing and dicing as hard as I could to get under that coat of ice. I had ruptured a few holes in him which was a phenomenal feeling, watching his blood bleed all over the ice patches on the ground. he burrowed, the coward, I watched as the ground rumbled, and then they hit me, his spikes impaled my left side, it hurt, it hurt alot. I fell to the ground and crawled about trying to reach a fellow group member. I felt the cold splash of healing water from a shaman and I felt renewed, I watched as my wound sealed itself back up and I resumed the fight. Eventually, Anub'arak came back up to fight us once again realizing that his subterranean attack was futile. I felt a bloodlust come over me as I swung my daggers faster then ever before. The nerubian unleashed his locusts swarms on us, it was a painful experience, being bitten a thousand times by tiny insects, but thats all they were... insects...He fell, and he fell hard, his wing falling apart. The great Anub'arak has fallen. nnnI sat there for a moment, wiping the blood and poison off my blades, cleaning them and getting them ready for my next adventure, wherever it would take me.