#entry 62

180th day, and I’m 40 feet, 7 inches tall now. Probably gonna reveal myself sometime soon. Sorry for not sending a message for the last couple days, I was pretty tired for some reason.

“I’m an anomaly and I’ll leave it at that”

-Me, 5:17 PM, 4-7-21

(OC: Date [04-10-2016] Day[Tuesday])

Dear diary…

Today is a day of change. First of all during my stay in dalaran I discovered a shop that sells dyes. I saw one for blonde and though I would try the change. I actually forgot the irony involved in my choice until I saw Sylvarys for the first time with it. His first comment was obviously to point out how I must be attempting to look less shady. I had to fight the urge to not just burst out laughing there and then. So I responded with how he has gone back to his old shady ways. However the moment was short lived as I noticed the shade had returned. She wore the tabard but came with news that she was no longer the shade. The warband has been changed to a three leader system composed of Magister Sunglace, Elder Sarues and Ara’ni. The Magister made me his second to take over for if he comes to poor health. A druid also arrived to deliver a message for assistance. I had a quick word with the Magister before we left. I didn’t fail him as council and he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t fail him now. I will follow him as his second and ensure he does not fall.

We all then departed for Val’sharah. A different location to where we were before but just as green. We moved into a hole in the ground and that is where we are staying. Unfortunately my time down there was short lived. The demon hunter Varo’edis arrived. As per the Magisters request, and the type of room it was I left. I don’t what Sylvarys to have to risk himself protecting me from the hunter. I walked around and had a look at the location where we are staying. There are trees all round which could be an issue but if we stay vigilant we should avoid ambushes. I then stopped and spoke to Rakeshi. He seems to be having trouble wanting and actually sleeping. He offered to take watch all night. I reminded him that our leaders will need everyone well rested and watches should be split amongst those in the warband. The hunter approached me and requested a fight to which I declined. Once he got persistent I left the area. Again to avoid him. But accepting a fight with him would only be inviting death.

Shortly after this incident, Ara’ni called those who were willing to arms. Once we saw what we were against I would hope everyone would realize that they cannot sit idle this fight. The hunter had come into contact with what seemed to be two more of his kind that had been turned by the legion. He was outmatched by himself so we moved to assist. Having seen the capabilities of the hunters I had a concern we would lose people. However we managed to drive them off with nobody seriously wounded aside from Varo’edis. But I am told he lives so he will be fine. You have to make sure you put them down for good otherwise they are likely to get back up.

Unfortunately I took a nasty blast of fel to my face leaving me scared on my face. Luckily I was not deformed but the marks are there. However as I told Taryane and Ara’ni, it is better than being dead. Ara’ni asked if I was worried about being ugly now. But it will take more than a few scars to ruin that. Plus Sylvarys won’t mind. Whilst tending to the wounded, Taryane made me grow concerned. She seemed abnormally worried and hasty to correct what had been done to people by the hunters. She kept apologizing for the wounds I took like it was her fault. Something troubled her and I wanted to help. It was not my place to tell her what to do anymore but I requested she speaks to me. She said she would after checking on the hunter.

She returned her usual self after having time to regain her composure. But this did not discourage me from doing what I was there for. Her face didn’t show it but I knew she was troubled. I offered my assistance on whatever it is that was troubling her. However after several attempts to change the topic I decided to stop prying and instead let her know I am always there to support her when she needs it. She made sure I understood how must she appreciated the kindness I showed. It was nice to see her smile.

After that little topic was over, we just had a nice conversation about things other than killing and fighting. It was a breath of fresh air to take my mind away from all the bloodshed and just have a normal discussion. She is of the opinion that the hair suits me. I was unsure myself but I am willing to keep it for longer. It does not suit my armour but it will probably make the Magister smirk every time he sees it from our inside joke. Bringing up the topic of my hair moved us onto discussing how life can be too short to not try for the things we want. Both of us could lose our lives tomorrow not knowing the feeling of that we wanted most because we hesitated to do it. It always seems that the things you want most are the hardest things to get. She seemed happy smiling from this talk. It was nice to keep our minds off what troubled us both as individuals. It was nice to just have another moment where I could just, talk to something with no worries in mind. Our conversation shifted between topics before I went to rest and Taryane to keep watch. For now I will try to rest. But being confined down in this hole puts my mind in unease. We are trapped down here if there was to be an obstruction of any kind at the entrance. But for now it is time to rest. I won’t lose sleep over what could happen and instead rest and be ready for what will

 Yours faithfully

Forgotten MH Fact #162: 

(OOG) Many of the locations used for the series have been graffitied with Operator symbols and other Marble Hornets references. The series creators have asked on multiple occasions that fans not do this.

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