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#12716099 Sep 17, 2016 at 11:49 PM · Edited 5 years ago
9 Posts
September 16th - 36 L.C.
Stormheim Campaign
Below decks of the HMS Adamant


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The sun has long been below the horizon, and so goes with it the first day of my first deployment with the Regiment. Admittedly, I don’t have an incredible amount to say about it. This morning I spent some time with Corporal O’Creagh, doing a little one on one work. She quizzed me on some conduct and formation basics, then we engaged in a brief spar. She’s damn quick, but I managed to hold my own well enough.

This evening, we boarded the HMS adamant from Stormwind Harbor, and are currently bound for the Broken Isles. Stormheim, to be precise. Judging by the shades of green some of my fellow soldiers have been turning since we departed, I’m one of the few Recruits who has ever been on a boat before. I spent the evening scrubbing the decks, which was a good experience. It seems strange, but I relished the chance to scrub the deck of an Alliance ship. I truly believe I’ve found the right life for myself in joining the army.

My uniform fits well enough, but I’m looking forward to the day where I can don the silver and blue plate that my comrades do. All in good time, I suppose.

I had best sleep. If all goes well, we make land tomorrow.
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#12716161 Sep 18, 2016 at 12:57 AM · Edited 5 years ago
9 Posts
September 17th - 36 L.C.
Stormheim Campaign
Greywatch, Stormheim


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Our first day in Stormheim was quite eventful. The trip from the Adamant to Greywatch had little of note, but we split into several hunting parties in an attempt to find game early in the evening. Greywatch’s stores are hardly running low, but we can’t go plucking things from the Gilneas Brigade’s rations.

I was grouped with Corporal Falconheart, and three soldiers from the Stormwind Guard, who are also present in Stormheim, along with the Citrine Eagles, whom I’ve yet to have much contact with. We left camp by the south entrance, and made west, looking for game. Our search didn’t last long, however, before we were set upon by three large vrykul. It seemed they weren’t incredibly enthused about a two Humans, an Elf, a Dwarf, and a Gnome (that sounds like the start of a terrible joke) tramping about their territory. Corporal Falconheart instructed me to hang back and remain defensive, citing that she didn’t want my “first battle to be [my] last” which I considered fair enough. Commander Nathan Zaregorin of the Guard took a bit of a battering, sustaining a shoulder wound and a kick to the face, which is far more dazing from a vrykul, I would imagine. Largely, though, we escaped unharmed. The Gnome and I (Regretfully, I forget her name; only that she holds the rank of Sergeant) did some fair damage to one of the vrykul, driving him back and to his knees. I must confess there was a brief moment when he broke their line and came lumbering toward me that I froze up. I’ll need to ensure that doesn’t happen again in future.

We returned to camp without game, but with all our limbs intact. Given the circumstances, that was an outcome to be content with. Corporal Falconheart commented that I had performed my duties valiantly, which I feel to be more than satisfactory feedback for my first ever skirmish in uniform. I’d wager, though, that in enough time, I’ll be wishing for three vrykul instead of whatever we may end up facing. Whatever the case in future, for now I feel I should take a small amount of pride in the Corporal’s compliment; I sense she’s not the sort to pass them out too often.

(A hastily drawn line here seems to indicate a passing of time within the same day)

Squirrel and rice for dinner. Well cooked by Corporal O’Creagh. Spent a short shift on watch at the north gate before a Gilnean soldier relived me of my post. I’m not quite used to being around Worgen yet. I take no issue with them, but they’re very different from the manner of Worgen I had the displeasure of occasionally dealing with in Grizzly.

They look a bit strange with helmets on.
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#12721657 Sep 19, 2016 at 10:00 PM
9 Posts
September 18th - 36 L.C.
Stormheim Campaign
Greywatch, Stormheim


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(The entry on this page is sparse, and the handwriting is more messy than usual)

Had the dream again.

Light keep me.
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#12726392 Sep 21, 2016 at 12:12 PM · Edited 5 years ago
9 Posts
September 19th - 36 L.C.
Stormheim Campaign
Greywatch, Stormheim


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If one doesn’t count laying a few wounds on a vrykul in the company of one other member of the Regiment, today marked my first battle with the First, in the form of holding off a sudden siege by Forsaken forces from off the Stormheim coast.

The moment we took formation at the gate, and saw them approaching (over one hundred strong ground troops, eight of those abominations, and four plague machines) I could feel my blood boiling in my veins. It took all I had to not lose my temper right there in the line. With that many forces advancing on Greywatch, we had to close the gates and attack from atop the wall. Being that I’ve no bow to fight with, this left me with little to do but observe until what was left of the Forsaken made it to the wall, and started to climb in an attempt to breach the camp.

I don’t keep an exact tally, but I killed no fewer than a half dozen of those undead scum, and managed to assist in killing one of the abominations by throwing a dropped Forsaken dagger. It’s astounding what adrenaline can make one capable of.

After repelling the bulk of the forces (thanks in large part to our rangers, and to the Gilnean cannons) we moved back down to the gate to finish off the rest. What we seemed to have forgotten, however, was the plague machines. As we stood in the opened gate, surrounded by twice-dead corpses, I heard a sound that I thought I’d never hear outside of my dreams; the sound of plague barrels being flung at us. But before we could scramble, close the gates, put up protective magic, anything...golden spears flew into the barrels, decimating them completely. What happened next, I still can’t quite describe. Giant, almost angelic beings that I now know to be the Val'kyr, intercepted, turning the tide of battle in our favor. Had they not intervened, destroying the barrels and the machines, I shudder to think what may have befallen us.

Well after the battle, I ended up speaking for a long while with Corporal O’Creagh beside the fire. How that happened, I’m still not exactly sure; I didn’t come into this Regiment with the intention of such things, but I actually found myself speaking openly with her. We talked about the battle, Sylvanas the Banshee Queen’s corruption of some of the Val'kyr (which explained the interception of several uncorrupted in our battle, and the appearance of the darker Val'kyr above the Forsaken forces near the end), family, and even economics. She actually only just went to bed as I’m writing this, and I suppose I ought to follow; the hour is late.

I’m sure I’ll read back on this and find it meandering and nonsensical, but I think I’ve yet to balance from the confrontation.
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#13026831 Jan 30, 2017 at 09:39 AM · Edited 5 years ago
9 Posts
January 30th - 37 L.C.
Home deployment
Westbrook Garrison, Elwynn


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One hundred and thirty one days, by my count, have passed since I last penned an entry in this journal. Truth be told, I had all but forgotten about it.

Despite the immense passage of time, I shall endeavor to keep this entry short. Henceforth, I will likewise endeavor to at least scrawl in a line a day, to try and keep things organized.

First and foremost, I am no longer a recruit. As of last Friday night, the 27th of this, the first month of the year, I am officially a Private with the Stormwind Army. The uniform is a welcome change, certainly, but I'm greatly looking forward to contributing to the Regiment in a much more impactful way. I am not the sort to climb ladders recklessly, but it would be mendacious of me to say that my mind hasn't lingered more than once on further progression. For now, though, I am content to be where I am, and do my best with this rank and station for as long as I hold it.

Second, I am now an Aspirant with the Order of St. Isaac. I, myself, find this more surprising, I think, than my superiors in the Order (Mother Muriah and Dame Greystone) do. When I applied to enlist in the Regiment, I'd had my sights set on the Brotherhood of the Horse; the cavaliers of Westridge associated with the First. I have always been a pious man, but even I was somewhat surprised when I found myself, instead, inquiring to Dame Greystone about the Order. The Light works in mysterious ways. This much I know.

I have not yet been on another deployment since my return from medical leave in November. We learned on Friday, however, that in mid-February, we'll be departing for the Broken Isles again; this time, bound for Suramar to assist local forces. Somewhat sobering news to receive immediately after my promotion, but I'd rather be prepared than not. In saying this, I am reminded that I must pen my will and testament prior to our departure. A grim task, perhaps, but a necessary one.

There is precious little else to tell. I suppose, though, it's worth mentioning that a new batch of Recruits came in recently, and there's certainly some interesting characters among them. I'm looking forward to working with them.
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#13034001 Feb 01, 2017 at 11:58 PM
9 Posts
January 31st - 37 L.C.
Home deployment
Cathedral Square, SW


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Just received word from one of the survivors, formerly of Fenris Keep. Apparently the lunatic has spent a few nights a month sneaking into the Ruins of Southshore and exposing himself to Light knows what in order to retrieve anything intact from the wreckage and rubble. He's accumulated quite a collection, and is traveling to Ironforge, where he's asked myself and several others to meet him.

How he hasn't gotten the plague, I have no idea. The more pressing thought for me is that it's possible, though unlikely (but possible) that he has items belonging to myself or to my parents. He certainly seems to think so, but how anything could remain in Southshore after what happened...

I just hope he's right.

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February 1st - 37 L.C.
Home deployment
Westbrook Garrison, Elwynn


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Can't sleep. Leave on Friday. Too much to think about. Talk went well but I still have a bad feeling.

Had the dream again.
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