Just a few days ago I would call someone crazy, if they told me that I would be running through Stranglethorn, trying like hell not to get killed. I am a twenty-three year old priest for Wrynn's sake! I had to have a somewhat sensible head right?...Well some days more than others, but still no suicide missions…well in this instance I think common sense proved not to be so common after all. Really this story isn't about that, well I guess you could say my story started there, but in no certain terms was it about my MANY misadventures in Stranglethorn.
You are still following me, right? I guess I would be confused to if a mad woman was running around, blabbering in circle saying what the story is or isn't about. So how about this…One day a young and frankly very naïve girl was walking impatiently trying to figure out the all-important question of 'where the hell was she?!' The last place she remembered stopping by was a rare zeppelin in Kalamidor the Alliance captured for bombing purposes, and that she was GUARANTEED safe passage on to Duskwood. Okay I never admitted it to myself back then but I can say it now free and clear…no shame at all. Well maybe a little shame, to be frank I was completely lost, and unfortunately lacking both my map and hearth stone. You would think well 'maybe the captain of the zeppelin would know where I was' right?
That would be fine and dandy if someone hadn't, for lack of a better term, kindly escorted me off the zeppelin mid-flight. I should have recognized him before hand, he had been my ex-fiance while we were back in Goldshire, and he hadn't exactly taken my refusal to marry him very well. He was a macho man if there ever was one, and I never put that much merit into fighting. Which is probably what made it so easy for him to toss me off the zeppelin considering he was a warrior, not to mention being ten years my senior. I had forgotten all about him till this moment, what moment you may ask? Well to put it bluntly I am currently falling of that said zeppelin, and so my awful/wonderful/messed up story begins.