Journal Entry One

[shosen]

I have returned to the library in Stormwind, hopefully with better results this time. Though I know I should be searching through new books, my first stop was the tome "The Guardians of Tirisfal" that I discovered on my last trip here. I know not why.

The book does not contain any of the information I seek. It does not cover death, not the grey word of the in-between, but it does mention magic, and more so, great magic.

The Dalaran Mages courted power great enough to allow the Burning Legion access once more to our world. There is something in that story which appeals to me, though even I know that Dalaran has separated itself from the rest of Azeroth.

The concept bears looking into however, and so I have decided to borrow a copy of the book to look through at a later time. Perhaps if I study it enough, I will find the element that has drawn my interest towards it in such an overwhelming way.

But for now, while there are many more books to search, I must let it be. Somewhere in this library must be the answers I seek. Or, if they are not themselves here, then the key to finding them must lie within one of the tomes. I must merely uncover it.

I must also prepare for further training, and for fulfilling the jobs I have pledged myself to. At least some of these are in service against the Defias, and acts I would perform for free, though I am pleased that I will not be forced to. I cannot let the Militia of Westfall down. Too many others have already done so.

I must find allies if I am to enter the Deadmines (what a dramatic name!) As it is, I would be no match for the force that no doubt lies inside.

I must get stronger! I have been set back some though my own foolishness, but I will recover and I will move forward. My training progresses nicely, my professions keep me well enough, and the Defias supply both the money and raw supplies I require. It is not the best system, perhaps, but it will suffice.

I wonder, what would Brother Marcus think of the person I have become?