it’s really drab here in the ghostlands. surrounded by hostile creeps and living in a Tranqullien dump they call an inn. i was fortunate two nights ago to meet 2 other of my kin to share adventures with, but since then i haven’t had any luck with the sparse meetings with my brethren.
such is my fate for being a nocturnal blood elf. one who wakes while others slumber. the only sanctuary i find is in Fazhira, who share the same delight in darkness. only she is troll-kin, and lives far off in the distant region of the Eastern Kingdoms. her adventures take her beyond the dark portal, a place i can only dream of right now.
she has been kind to me. her alter-ego, Rakshasan, took the trouble of fashioning me a greater magic wand to help me survive this harsh landscape. she also introduced me to ArkInventory, which really helps me sort out my things for easy access during emergencies. ah, such wonderful people, and wonderful things i’ve discovered in this new life on Tichondrius.