Brotherhood of Northshire

I find myself awake yet again. The meditations I had been learning had done wonders in relieving the nightmares, those horrid visions leaving my mind to rest when I do finally go to sleep.

Unfortunately, they don't seem to block out worldly distractions. Sometimes, I *really* hate living across the hall from Himmel... Another night, another lover. Sounds female this time, though. He hasn't been with a girl since before we moved to Silvermoon, at least none he's brought home. But, that's Himmy for you - never seems to spend long without someone to hold.

I'd meditate and try to sleep again, but the noise is making that hard. Now the visions are returning. I guess I should face them again; maybe I can be rid of them if I just stop trying to hide from them...

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I was pure once...

I find myself dealing with these dreams, this darkness growing inside of me. Rarely do I think of the happiness that once permeated my soul. I find no comfort in my thoughts and dreams anymore...

I will never forget that week - the longest week of my life.

An empty bed, that is all Agoris could see, an empty bed. He’d been staring at that empty bed every night refusing to sleep in it for three weeks. The bed just wasn’t the same without his wife in it with him. Agoris stared at that bed long and hard. The sheets where still ruffled and unmade just like Eldrith had left them, whenever she had left.

Agoris lashed out at the Warlock grabing him by the neck choking him "You are a servant of the Fel you will die by my hands!" The warlock writhed in his hands and grabed a peice of Agoris' tabard and riped it holding it tight in his hand.

((Thought it was time for another prayer due to recent events.))

Dear Savas Earthwarder,

Citizens of the Alliance,

I start this letter with a example of hatred and questions for those of the light.

It’s crowded in the Cathedral today as she slips in, trying to fade into the faces. The girls teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know, farther than they know.

((Nailed and glued and magicly sealed to the door of the Cathedral was this note))

((Not only was this letter sent but some youg preist at the Cathedral plastered this letter all over Stormwind))

To: The Cathedral of Light. Stormwind Cathedral District, Azeroth.

From: General Agoris Rothan. A.S. Lothar, Theramore Isle, Azeroth.

To whom in may concern,