Jasper

Let's get this image gallery ball rolling!

Amusing sketch done that basically sums up blood elves for me as a whole.

Bright light and a heavy consciousness greeted me, for a moment I thought I was dead.. then in the moment that followed I realized how ridiculous that sounded.  Its not like I haven’t been dragged back from it before once.. or twice…hmm.. Was it three times?  There was no bloody bright light… no shining tunnel.. or burning fires to hell… it was all rather disappointing.

Begin Recording.

It's ironic, it would seem, that a device such as this has become so helpful to me, another little bauble Ixidos had been coming up with.  Such a fine researcher, that boy, if only he had the mind to lead...but I digress.  I record this speech from my sanctum, warded away from the world and its thousands of other recording devices called eyes, ears, and minds.  For so long, I have lived in the public gaze, always swift to recognize my face to the world first.

I have served our people for thousands of years.  I am a very, very old elf, and I know my time is finite.  These are...difficult thoughts, to be sure. 

"Wear your good clothes, will you?" I know he's going to say. He goes and buys me these new tunics, of course he wants me to wear them. I don't bother putting the wax and oils in my hair, I just need to get some parts. I'm sitting in the parlor, managing on one of my good soft soled boots. Courtesy of Jasper, again. I stare at myself in the mirror, and off a bit of strawberry blonde bang from my face. My hair's getting long again. I fuss with it a little, it looks too neat. Staring at myself, I suddenly see a younger me, still naive and stupid. Better hair, though. The scars on my lips are gone, It's almost unfamiliar. I'd forgotten what I looked like without them.

((This is a little closer to the present, but really out of place.  It was a comment left under Jasper's blog, when the civil war broke out, but I think it belongs in the book.))

Tabalah sat at the altar at the edge of the still pond, watching the sun rise over Shattrath City, and bit her lip as she read the letter in her hand.

                My Dearest Tabalah~

                Please stay where you are, you will be safer there in Shattrath City.  Civil war has broken out in Silvermoon.

By Risael Salvius

Good evening Silvermoon, it's wonderful to see you all again here, reading my column.  And yes, I can see you all, it's called Scrying, I love what you've done with your hair. 

By Risael Salvius

Silvermoon, if you've been seeing what I have, you've gotta be pretty damn annoyed right now.  Since the changing of the guard in the Convocation, we've had us a real winner of an autumn and, as some might think, a questionable future going into winter.  All I have to say is simply: Bollocks. 

 Citizens of Silvermoon, 

By order of the Lord-Convocate Jasper Nox, all members of the so-called "Rebellion" are to be considered wanted, dead or alive. 

The charges include the attempted bombing of Silvermoon, the bombing of the Solisbane residence, murder in the first degree, several counts of attempted murder, several counts of reckless endangerment, conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping. 
 
Should you choose to be part of the Rebellion, you will be held responsible for every act committed by the organization as a whole. Should you resist arrest, please be advised that deadly force will be used. 
 
- Aestan Firatril, 
Convocate-General of the Legion
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DIRECTIVES
TO: ALL BLOOD KNIGHTS, FARSTRIDERS, SILVERMOON CITY GUARDS
FROM: OFFICE OF THE CONVOCATE-GENERAL

Daeliel was screaming at me for something. I stopped listening to the whore after about the first syllable. I could feel the hunger twisting in my gut; my meeting with Jasper Nox hadn't borne fruit. I sank against the divan, contemplating how to properly address the new issues that had come up.

I guess I had gotten distracted, because Daeliel lunged forward and raked her nails across my face, slapping me with the fury of an addict denied. Suddenly, everything came into tight, strict focus.

Dammit!

This... quarry... is proving to be more difficult than I thought. But no matter! I will have him! I must!

It occurs to me, now, that I seem to have a thing for redheads.

I wonder how much a cherry his elation tastes like... will it match the shade of his hair?

Braedyn insisted that I post the product of much sweat, blood, and tears in class.

Image below the break. IT'LL BREAK THE WEBSITE YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

To those perusing this file,

The purpose of this is to inform any and all investigators of the current evidence found surrounding the possible return of the "Masked Murders" case.  These notes will be continued without my reflections so they may not influence another's possible views.  Should any have other evidence to add, send it with utmost haste so it may be added to the collection.

Dutifully submitted,

Aramalia Solisbane, Convocate-General of the Legion

Tabalah watched the grotesque creature, rotting, stinking corpse that it was, as it advanced on her with its lopsided gait, dragging one leg.

--The paper of the book seem fragile, the edges a little crisp to the touch. Each word looks more like a scorch mark rather than ink, though there are a few drops of the smooth black liquid at the top of the page.--

Dear Journal,

Of all the times for something strange to happen to me, I wish this one could have waited until after the festival of flame. After every odd iccident, after all the mishaps, this ... curse should stop invading me! I can't even write properly!

Dear Journal,

It has been quite a while since I last wrote in you, and I appologize that you have been so left out of my life. I didn't try to loose you, it was your fault for jumping out of my bags while I was traveling to Thousand Needles. I guess we are lucky though that a Tauren found you and could not read the cursive elven language. I am glad that I am the Ambassador between elves and Tauren so that you didn't get put into the hands of some other elf.

Nothing really new has happened since my contact with Dimetri about his "demons". He checked himself into the "Asylum of Magical Mishaps", though they still can find nothing wrong with him besides his lust for certain nurses.