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Unfortunately I apparently just completely forgot to keep updating it, so there are only two entries.
The only reason I remembered it is because Google just informed me they will delete it forever if I dont login within 60 days.
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here is the only major entry:
THURSDAY, AUGUST 11, 2005
The Wand - Part One
Lately, my success has been so great I have been honored by the Magi to receive a devastating wand crafted by the infamous Tabetha of Dustwallow Marsh. An order written my Tabetha herself has me travelling to the far reaches of the world for the required magical components.
First on the list were Jade and a Bolt of Charged Bramble…both of which are very hard to come by. My first inclination for the Jade was the auction house of Orgrimmar, the powerful Orc city. The auction house has thousands of items from around the world sold everyday, so I figured I had a good chance of finding some Jade for sale there. I grabbed the first windrider out of Thunderbluff, the city of the mighty Tauren, and headed for Orgrimmar.
As I flew over the Barrens, I gawked at how vast the land was. A land which had been dead in years past, but unfortunately has been springing up new pools of life here and there as of late.
I arrived in Orgrimmar right on schedule. It is always a delight flying with the windriders, but I must have had problems with the change in altitude, because when I landed in Orgrimmar my body seemed to not respond correctly. There were huge delays in my movements before I slipped into a strange dream. I felt a sort of “disconnect” with my mind and body, similar to the experience of death. It happens to me only every once in a long while, and I assume it has something to do with me being dead. Yet, sometimes I feel as though there is a much greater power at work here. I can not explain this. I awoke moments later feeling much better, as though nothing had happened at all. So, naturally, I pretended like nothing had, and headed for the auction house.
There were all types of fighters around, almost all of them allied with the Horde. The few bodies who weren’t definitly didn’t have any life in them. A naked Night Elf was strewn across the ground in the middle of the path, and a Gnome lay on his back just outside the door to the auction house. I hardly noticed him, and had it not been for my past life’s love of sport, I would not have mistaken him for a kicking ball in the first place and would probably have walked by without a glance. It eased my chest cavity knowing there was another dead gnome in the world.
I walked in the bustling building, and shoved my way to the front of the line. Trolls, Orcs, Tauren, and fellow Undead were punching, grunting, shoving, and screaming to get the bids in on their desired items. I managed to get one of four auctioned Jades for 89 silver. Success again!! I could almost feel the power of my future wand in the palm of my hand as I held my new piece of Jade. The components of my wand were coming to me easier than I had first conceived.
