On the morning of the 15th day in the 7th month we gathered in Shadowprey village just as the Trolls finished securing their wagon which will join our caravan to be dropped off at their village in the Stonetalon mountains. Soon after, my crew completed the loading of one of our wagons half full of fetishes, mojos, and other Troll related bobbles of which the Forsaken might have use of. The other half is planned to be filled with the loot of the long road. Our other wagon is left empty for the Azerite cargo I have arranged to pick up. The hired protection showed up before completion and I recorded their names for this caravan log. Aerril, a fellow Deathknight; Ellison, an axe wielding Hunter; Rudis, a Rogue in every sense of the word; Tombskulker, a Hunter with an undead raven and hound; Ahmanette, a Priest and fishmonger. Tombskulker offered to drive the half-loaded wagon in the rear, the Trolls took the middle, and I was on point in the empty one. Aerril and Ellison protected the rear, Ahmanette and Rudis protected the lead. With the assignments made we were ready to depart, it was fewer help than I had hoped, but I was thankful none the less. The caravan moved out of the village without fanfare and onto adventure.
On the road we first came into view of the Gilklis clan centaur. There was no threat from them so close to the village, but I dare not take the caravan on the open plain for they might take the opportunity. Next we came upon a signpost pointing up the bluff where a small Alliance outpost keeps watch over Horde activities in the area. I stopped the caravan and proposed we raid the outpost for two reasons. Firstly, because Alliance armor and weapons are better than any other which we might loot along the way. Secondly, because I didn’t want our caravan to be reported and some Alliance opportunist hears of us and decides we are easy pickings. Rudis offered to scout the outpost to gauge their strength, he reported two venders, a guard, and a flightmaster. He also came back with a music box which I added to the inventory before asking the others if we should move on or raid. The majority decided to move on, they made a good point that it would take all the protectors and that would leave the caravan vulnerable to centaur attack. I Just hope my concerns for leaving them alone won’t come true.
After the short stop we continued and soon enough we were entering the demon inhabited ruins. Though it was dangerous, it was the safer option, and the road stayed on the edge which allowed us to avoid the thickest part. As we got deep enough where the darken sky with random falling inferno blocked the light of the sun, that’s when a demon gate came to life and during the brief opening a few demons made it through and spotted us soon after it closed. The succubus jumped up into the air to descend upon us while the doomwarder and felhound charged straight at the center of the caravan. Ellison lobed an axe at the doomwarder, knocking it’s helm off and stunning it for a few moments. Ahmanette thrown up a shield which prevented the succubus form landing on top of the Trolls, but the felhound made it in before it touched ground and managed to bite Ellison. Tombskulker was speaking Tauren to her kodo trying to keep it from freaking out and damaging the goods. The shield faded and the succubus fell next to Ellison which caused the felhound to attack at our priest. Ahmanette smote the succubus with a holy blast and burned Ellison in the process. The doomwarder got up to charge again when I had to turn away to calm my kodo, and when I turned back, I could see the undead pets finishing the felhound off and Ellison burying another axe into the demon’s skull. I looked for my two protectors and seen Aerril on guard in case my wagon was attacked, but Rudis was just having a smoke. The doomwarder managed to bury his axe into the axle of the front left wheel of the Troll wagon. The Trolls made a quick fix on it until we could arrive at the resting spot. Ahmanette had to apologize and heal her damage done to Ellison.
Just before we had exited the ruins, a falling inferno landed too close to the caravan between the last two wagons. Everyone engaged the inferno to kill it before its flames burn the wagons. All of us drivers had to regain control of our kodos so I did not see all the action take place, but before turning away, I did notice Tombskulker’s undead raven fly away from the inferno and Ahmanette launch holyfire in the direction of the bird. As I was regaining my control, I heard someone dying, and later I discovered it was the summoner who directed the demon to fall on us. I looked up towards the direction of the scream, seeing Rudis throwing crackers at the inferno and the bird flying at the priest in attack, she must have singed it with the blast. My attention was on the kodo once more and I calmed it before returning my gaze at the fight, which by then Aerril and Ellison had brought the inferno down onto the cloak of Rudis. The undead hound, protected from the flames by its collar, started sucking the fel out of the construct. The protectors finished tearing it apart while the Trolls and my crew were splashing water on the parts of the wagon which the flames had licked. The rear kodo had been punched and we bandaged it up quickly and got out of there.
The ordeal in the ruins had set us back a couple of hours because we had arrived at Smeed’s camp later than expected. Everyone had to pitch in on making more suitable repairs so that we can make it to Karnum’s glade before dark. The camp had provisions for the kodos and resources for the wagons. As I was paying Smeed for the help and finalizing the details of the Azerite deal, I kept an eye on the last wagon for thievery, because after the last battle, I noticed the Tombskulker keep the inferno’s core rather than add it to the cargo. Regardless, after the short rest, repair, and swapping for fresh kodos, I left my wagon with Smeed before gathering everyone up and heading out once more.
It was a smoother ride on the fresh green fields created by the glade. Halfway through however, a wheel came off from the rear wagon. Tombskulker blamed Ellison for her incompetence and a heated argument was escalating fast. Blades were being drawn while Aerril and I worked together to get the wheel back on and then deescalate the situation. Ahmanette tried to calm them down, but they both were mad at her reckless holy casts. Rudis was no help and the Trolls must have thought less of us in that moment. We got moving again and we had arrived into the trees as the sky was already dark. We stopped in the north side of the village since it was more of the Horde side of the Cenarion circle. The Trolls and my crew secured the wagons and I paid the protectors based off their deeds. After all was done, I took inventory of the cargo and found that not only did we not gain any loot, save the music box, but some of the cargo is missing. If Ellison and Tombskulker come back in the morning, I will ask them about it.
Tonight, after writing this log, I will see about purchasing another wagon and some goods which the Tauren in Sunrock retreat might enjoy.