Diary Entry 10/02-11

Dear Diary...

The group, only spoken about in whispers, as if the name itself was enchanted, had been gathered. A new challenger had apeared among the clouds in Uldum he was dwelling. Causing mischievousness amongs the cat people of Rahmakhen. His name was Al'akir and we, <Murder>, where there to bring him down. The rendezvous point was at the southern part of Uldum, at the shore, close to the Ruins of Ammon. Vrakir, who had sent out the request to his fellow Murderers made it there first. After checking that the area was clear he went down to the ocean and brought forth his fishin rod and sat down to fish. For Vrakir knew that his companions always craved freshly catched fish before going into battle. Time passed and soon a shadow apeared on the horizon, it was Raken on his Black Proto Drake, a very rare kind of Drake that takes great skill to master. Raken soon landed at the gathering point, didnt say much but accepted the recently barbequed fish that Vrakir gave him.

A few minutes later Vrakir heard a snarl, it came from the nearby ruins, instead of being frightened the shaman instead prepared yet another meal, for he knew that snarl. It was Toto and Oske who came running through the ruins. The trustworthy pet and his hunter were always right on time and Vrakir started to become worried about what could have happened to the rest of the crew, for with only 3 of them there was no chance they would bring down Al'akir and his ilks. His fears was needless however as soon the rest of the Murderers apeared a few yards away. Chebaben, the mage had been using one of his experimental spells to teleport them all down there. Chebaben, mumbeled something about lazyness but stopped her mutterings in favor of a fish.

So was this everyone then, Vrakir pondered and gazed over the group who had gathered around the campfire enjoying the freshly catched fishes. There was Holdmancs the druid and a master of CPR. Xuthli, the priest who has a great knowledge about spiders and possible a fetish for bubbles. Haimato, The Maggot Kiter and his friend Nelana who always munched on hobnobs. With them there was also Genevieve a master warlock of the destructive art. In the shadows Vrakir could also see the secretive Khai. Excelent, everyone had made it.

Once the fish had been eaten the crew made their way inside Al'akir's stronghold. Many tales speaks of what might have happened in there, some say that the crew made a bargain with the windlord to spare him in exchange of his tresures. Others say that they acctualy managed to slay him. Regardless, the torturing of the Rahmakhen stopped and Al'akir and Murder where nowhere to be seen.

Untill a few days later, where reports of a strange group of people had been spotted around Blackrock Mountain....

Looks like you have a dead hunter!

GO MURDER

Lovely diary, lovely ass, a good read 10/10