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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.
I am Ranna Dropsong, of the Rivermane tribe here in Highmountain. My work is that of the healer’s art, of the shaman. I write here of my progress in the treatment of the owner of this journal, called Eishona Dusthoof. I track her progress here in the hopes she will read it and come to tell us of her tales.
The doe came to the village, with a broken arm, smashed ribs, black eye and a split lip. Countless bruises and a torn ear, in the company of a kodo that no one can touch. It does not go far from where it’s handler rests.
I was called upon to treat the doe’s broken arm and other hurts, from a suspected fall from the mountain or cliff. I treated her with natural magics, setting her bones and healing her flesh as she slept under the influence of herbal potions use to calm those who might battle their healers. I noted though, her injuries were not consistent with that of a fall off a mountain - she was lacking in those scrapes so common to hitting rocks and missing the tell tell ingrained dirt and grit. She had mud worked into her mane, and based on the bruising of her face I counted her as beaten, not having fallen.
But alas, the doe speaks not. She has woken, and taken food but she does not speak. Braves from the war council have come, elders with soothing voice have come, and even a Spirit Walker came but she does not speak. Her encounter with the worgen seen at her camp must have traumatised her so that she in unable to find her tongue. The spirit walker says sometimes the spirit is so troubled the voice will leave the body. She refuses to do spirit work with the doe until she can at least speak, stating the spirit is too fragile - and I agree. This doe eats, but barely. A sip of broth, a bite of bread. She looks pale and weak, and stares off in to the fire for hours. She sleeps fitfully, crying out in her dreams only to wake, fearful and mistrusting.
The poor thing. She must mourn for her companion found at the camp she is said to have held nearby. I walked with braves to help collect the remains of the one slain by the worgen reported to have been seen some days ago. They were a bull, of the Plains tauren as this doe is. A relation? I wondered. I have asked but I am told she kept company with a human in the camp who is now gone. The remains were wrapped and interred along the cliffs here in Highmountain. Maybe she can visit his resting place later, she as yet she turns away if he is mentioned.
As this is her personal journal I am not at liberty to read it, but hope she will come to read what I write here and come to tell us of her trials. I collected it with a few salvageable items - a blanket, a forge hammer and a cast iron pan. She does not look at the items. It was the least we could do. I’m not sure her camp will be used again.
A team of goblins came to the village looking for her. Shifty, unusual people but they were turned away. She is not well enough for visitors, we told them. They left a sack of coin and letters for the doe - we’re holding them for her until she is of better spirit to recieve them. Upon speaking to one, I have learned they are in Eishona’s service, doing trade work in her stead while she was in Highmountain. They came to report on their duties and discuss future plans. One of them, a female, was very determined - her concern seemed real. She said she’d send word to the doe’s teacher immediately and left. There is at least one or two of them in Thundertotem now, awaiting word of their companion.
The doe will remain with us until her spirit improves. Her body is sound, but the spirit.. the depression, the loss and attack must have been so great. I am not familiar with worgen or their ways. I have only seen them at a distance here in Highmountain, and most seem amiable. These alliance folk are not my enemy specifically, so I bear them no grudge. I plan on learning more of these worgen, to maybe better assist this doe.
I hope the Earthmother allows this doe to speak soon. By all accounts she is usually a vigorous, chatty sort. Her human lover cannot be located - it is suspected he has left, or is away on some business. All of our letters return unopened.
We healers hope he will return and assist us in her recovery. The braves who first sighted the worgen in the camp are waiting to speak with her again. We can hold them off so much - but when an aggressor of this nature attacks tauren in tauren lands, we must have answers. The Alliance has sent word to support the war council in locating the attacker, but we need her to talk.
I am Ranna Dropsong, of the Rivermane tribe here in Highmountain. My work is that of the healer’s art, of the shaman. I write here of my progress in the treatment of the owner of this journal, called Eishona Dusthoof. I track her progress here in the hopes she will read it and come to tell us of her tales.
The doe came to the village, with a broken arm, smashed ribs, black eye and a split lip. Countless bruises and a torn ear, in the company of a kodo that no one can touch. It does not go far from where it’s handler rests.
I was called upon to treat the doe’s broken arm and other hurts, from a suspected fall from the mountain or cliff. I treated her with natural magics, setting her bones and healing her flesh as she slept under the influence of herbal potions use to calm those who might battle their healers. I noted though, her injuries were not consistent with that of a fall off a mountain - she was lacking in those scrapes so common to hitting rocks and missing the tell tell ingrained dirt and grit. She had mud worked into her mane, and based on the bruising of her face I counted her as beaten, not having fallen.
But alas, the doe speaks not. She has woken, and taken food but she does not speak. Braves from the war council have come, elders with soothing voice have come, and even a Spirit Walker came but she does not speak. Her encounter with the worgen seen at her camp must have traumatised her so that she in unable to find her tongue. The spirit walker says sometimes the spirit is so troubled the voice will leave the body. She refuses to do spirit work with the doe until she can at least speak, stating the spirit is too fragile - and I agree. This doe eats, but barely. A sip of broth, a bite of bread. She looks pale and weak, and stares off in to the fire for hours. She sleeps fitfully, crying out in her dreams only to wake, fearful and mistrusting.
The poor thing. She must mourn for her companion found at the camp she is said to have held nearby. I walked with braves to help collect the remains of the one slain by the worgen reported to have been seen some days ago. They were a bull, of the Plains tauren as this doe is. A relation? I wondered. I have asked but I am told she kept company with a human in the camp who is now gone. The remains were wrapped and interred along the cliffs here in Highmountain. Maybe she can visit his resting place later, she as yet she turns away if he is mentioned.
As this is her personal journal I am not at liberty to read it, but hope she will come to read what I write here and come to tell us of her trials. I collected it with a few salvageable items - a blanket, a forge hammer and a cast iron pan. She does not look at the items. It was the least we could do. I’m not sure her camp will be used again.
A team of goblins came to the village looking for her. Shifty, unusual people but they were turned away. She is not well enough for visitors, we told them. They left a sack of coin and letters for the doe - we’re holding them for her until she is of better spirit to recieve them. Upon speaking to one, I have learned they are in Eishona’s service, doing trade work in her stead while she was in Highmountain. They came to report on their duties and discuss future plans. One of them, a female, was very determined - her concern seemed real. She said she’d send word to the doe’s teacher immediately and left. There is at least one or two of them in Thundertotem now, awaiting word of their companion.
The doe will remain with us until her spirit improves. Her body is sound, but the spirit.. the depression, the loss and attack must have been so great. I am not familiar with worgen or their ways. I have only seen them at a distance here in Highmountain, and most seem amiable. These alliance folk are not my enemy specifically, so I bear them no grudge. I plan on learning more of these worgen, to maybe better assist this doe.
I hope the Earthmother allows this doe to speak soon. By all accounts she is usually a vigorous, chatty sort. Her human lover cannot be located - it is suspected he has left, or is away on some business. All of our letters return unopened.
We healers hope he will return and assist us in her recovery. The braves who first sighted the worgen in the camp are waiting to speak with her again. We can hold them off so much - but when an aggressor of this nature attacks tauren in tauren lands, we must have answers. The Alliance has sent word to support the war council in locating the attacker, but we need her to talk.
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