Barrens Walker

Pictured are two seflies of Eish in two locations; and one photo of a penned area. Under the picture of the animal pen, Eish writes: Trueshot lodge, home for a few days!

Pictured here is a view from Bloodhoof Village, Mulgore. Eishona writes below: It’s worth climbing the windmill!

Pasted to the pages of journal are two photos; one of Eish looking festive as ever (and very eager) and one of an older troll woman. Below her picture, Eish writes the following: Vikwa’Bo! She finally left the cities and let me take a picture!

Pictured are a selfie of Eish, looking festive and ready for Winter Veil, and the picture of an orc dressed in neat scale mail while looking friendly. Under the photo of the orc, Eishona writes, “Bok’shani Hardeye, Mulgore” By the look of things, both photos were taken in or around Bloodhood Village, Mulgore.

Pasted to the page are two photos. The first shows the Loa Pa’ku, Loa of Winds as seen in her roost. The Doe scribbles underneath: Pa’KU!!! Below that is a picture of an old friend, as she writes, “Mister Jukko!”

Whatever was written for this entry has been smeared and damaged from someone spilling a dark beverage on it - dark beer to those with a good nose.

Pictured are a mountain range; the doe writes them as being seen from Pandaria. I want to say I have better things to write today, but it’s been very upsetting.

What a busy week! So much trade!

Pictured is a  harbor. Underneath the doe labels it as : Plunder Harbor, Tiragarde Sound

Pasted to the pages of her journal is a photograph of the deserts of Vol’dun, held in the grip of a sandstorm. Dark clouds loom overhead as grit flies through the air. 

Pasted to the page is the photo of a huge cooking table, topped with seemingly impossibly huge steaks.

A photo of Eishona in some new armor is pasted to the page, along with a Zandalari troll who looks very proud.

Seen on the pages are photos of a region Eishona calls Nazmir. I made it back to Dazar’alor, thankfully.

Pasted to a few pages before the entry are several photos showing parts of Zandalar the doe has visited.

It’s a photograph of a craggy looking desert region. The doe writes underneath: Vol’dun!! Her entry is brief, written in a hasty hand as though she were excited or short on time. Probably both.

A photograph of what looks like Brill is seen here, though in ruins. Eishona writes below.

Before we left the other day, I met an orc.

Pasted to the page is a photo of a strong looking tauren bull. His armor and face are striped and daubed with warpaint in yellow and green. The bull looks exhausted and deeply troubled.  Underneath the picture the doe has written a name: Jukko Softhoof. I met with Jukko here in Darkshore. It is a wretched, terrible time here. We were both called in to duty here, though for different reasons. My supplies and services as a trader were called for, bought outright, even. The Horde pays well for services, and I am loathe to have had any hand in assisting the actions here. I have aided in the slaughter of innocents. Jukko was called in from some long standing contract that he assumed was forgotten. But it was rustled up he says, and he was called in to this mess. His abilities with a mace were called in, and he is in such a sad state. We shared a campfire last night, eating a measly meal of dried meat and biscuits. All around us were campfires, with others huddled around. Some w...

A picture of a great tree burning is pasted to the page. Below, in smudged ink the doe writes below. What have we done?

Pictured is Eishona, wearing sensible armor alongside a strong hyena. She labels it hastily: Bhenta came back!

The entry is as written by the doe herself, in a careful hand.

The writing is in another’s hand, neat but heavy.

This entry is in the does own hand, looking neat and careful as though she had ample time to write .

The entry is in the doe’s hand for a change.

A new series of thick, handmade paper is tucked in to the journal, written by the shaman Ranna.

The journal has extra papers stuffed in to the pages. The paper is thick, with bits of flowers and fibers visble. The writing in in another’s hand, neat and careful.

The journal cover is torn, with pages ripped away and covered in spatters of dried blood and mud. What has happened here?

The writing is in a different hand - it’s thicker, neater than Eishona’s usual scrawl.

I met with Vik’wa after a troubling few days.

Hoo, let me tell you. 

Pictured is a Highmountain tauren bull, waving and looking friendly. Underneath Eishona has written a name: Tolar Spearmane!!

Pasted to the page is a picture of Eishona and her two kodo. She’s wearing new armor, including a savage looking skull mark streaked with war paint. She looks to be standing in Orgrimmar when this picture was taken. Her kodo look ready for trade; wearing harnesses to which baskets and bags of goods are strapped to. She writes in a careful hand below.

What a day! I met with Xet and the rest of the clan (orcs have clans, not tribes I was informed) for a gathering of clans in Nagrand. Amazing land, this Nagrand! We traveled via portal and then via wyvern to Garadar where we met with the other clans participating.

I took a trip off the Broken Isles and made my way to Orgrimmar to meet with Ginja to discuss the trade route.

Life has been quiet lately - and I’m ok with that.

I hear these sensational tales of the defeat of Sar-Jeras - how he used a massive sword to stab Azeroth! I haven’t seen it first hand, but after seeing as I have lately.. I am not in disbelief.  Ginja is in Silithus now - her side work is horde business when not in my service. Her letter says the sword is positively massive, beyond words to describe.

The writing is hasty, almost scribbled I can go home in three days! We heard word last night the final teams mission was a success! Word is that this Sar-jeras has been beaten! No more legion! I can’t wait to go home! Have to go! celebrating!

Glued to the page is a picture of a large, intimidating looking being. Closer are two horde members .

I went home. In fact, I am writing this from home. I leave first thing in the morning, but I am home. What a weird day. I look over and see him sleeping, all tangled up in blankets. We talked. Rather, he talked a lot, and I tried to listen and understand.

Written in a slightly hasty hand, the ascending and descending parts of her letters looking as though punctuated with anger, or some strong emotion.

It’s a picture showing a group of horde people. In the distance the shape of two huge fel-hounds can be seen. Eishona writes below the picture in a strong hand. 

No picture, only crawled writing, as though sleepy or inebriated. Weird dream? Miss Rhosin was a dragon??? Miss Rhedin. I was just hunting goats. Must find Wooshy.

Pasted to the page is a picture of a legion portal. Underneath, Eishona writes briefly. About to head in to Sangua with a patrol I was assigned to. Never been through before.

There is no picture, only the mostly careful writing from the doe.

It’s a cheery photo of the Winter Veil tree in Orgrimmar, surrounded by scores of merry folk and presents. Eishona writes below, enthusiastically.

Here, we see Eishona being very excited. She’s dressed in a hideous holiday sweater, standing beside a very bored looking orc dressed up for Winter Veil.

Pictured is Harb Clawhoof and Eishona; in Bloodhoof village. Eish looks really excited, Harb looks happy enough.

Pictured is a dark bull, smiling in the afternoon sunshine of Mulgore.

My last day in Orgrimmar - I’d really rather not relive it. But Vik’wa has been careful to tell me that accounting my travels is of use.

I made my way back to Orgrimmar this week.

Oh but I have been so busy - I can barely find time to write lately.

A picture of Eishona, in a troll mask. You might be able to assume she’s laughing. It’s Hallow’s End! I got a silly mask and some sweets! This is so ridiculous, I love it!

A picture of a sunrise, set in Highmountain, but not from the doe’s lake-side camp. Written right underneath are the words ‘Trueshot Lodge’. She writes further below this.

A picture of a Sunwalker tauren can be seen here; clad in orange plate, astride a vigorous kodo painted and armored. From the look of things, the setting is in Thundertotem.

A pair of pictures. The first is depicting a foggy, misty glimpse in to Suramar. The next shows a group of tauren. Under this picture Eishona writes, “Kit’cha’s feet, Meelo, Luu Muu, Sianha and Rakahu’s hooves! Surmar social meeting!”

Glued to her journal is a picture of an exhausted looking Eishona, and a new friend. Underneath she writes the following. I made it back to Highmountain! Finally! I met a new friend shortly after arriving - her name is Sianha, a shaman! She can talk to the earth! We’re meeting with the tribe tonight. I didn’t see Routy at home before I left, so I left him a note. I hope we can meet up soon - I don’t know when Argus will call me back.

So a couple weeks ago, I volunteered to help out with the tribe again.

Attached is the picture of Eishona and some sort of beast. She looks midly alarmed, but happy. Beneath she writes: I rescued this guy (????????) from some demons! It seemed content to hang around, though Tusok and Tulk do not really appreciate it being around

Glued to the page is the picture of what seems to be a friendly tauren bull; with a bad eye. His armor is bedecked in bones; feathers and little bells. Eishona has written under it ‘A new friend on Argus!!’ -  followed by a new entry.

It’s a grainy picture of Eishona and her kodo - Tusok and Tulk. The setting is Thundertotem, in Highmountain. The doe looks to have gained some weight, filling out a new set of armor. She writes underneath: The armor and bow I commissioned came in!  It fits so well - not saggy and loose like before!  Heard word of some group called Unseen Path? Apparently they need hunters? might look in to this if the Argus people don’t need me! Work is work!

So I went to Mulgore - Miss Rhedin had asked for people to come help out at a meeting of shamans. I was not busy, so I attended.

Here, Eishona has pasted a picture to her journal showing a pass from Stormheim to Highmountain, to the encampment of Stonehoof Watch. Underneath she writes the following: Finally got this developed! Look! SNOW.