OK, so this is being my journal of adventures through Azeroth and Outland. Friends has been telling me, "You are being Papa Smurf! (what is smurf? I dunno....), you should be writing this stuff down! What is the good of being a space goat if you don't put that advanced education to good use!"
Hm. Why am not liking common. No poetry.
So, I shall be doing as they ask. In journal shall be adventires of not only me, but various friends am sponsoring in their adventuring career. Who? Now you are wanting background? Greedy peoples.
Ok, I am being Dobrynya. I am hunter. I travel around with companions Chernobog (a big cat), Voivode (a big bug), and Sarkany (a big snake with wings). And many, many small pets. I am unable to turn away strays, which explains, how Betak be putting it: my posse, who is being:
Zorchir, my cousin. A shaman who is just reaching the point where his career gets...interesting.
Belenos, a young night elf druid I am sponsoring. He is being all exciting because now he can become mighty bear. Big deal. I eat mighty bears.
Glacialis, a cute little gnome mage. She is also not quite being sane. She is having hatred of bunnies.
Betka, a human warrior. He is juts starting out.
Shashka, another cousin. He is being a paladin. He is from the "refined" side of family. The ones who think us "earthy, nature types" are being black sheep. I am saving however, when is last time they killed a fell reaver? I am not thinking so!
So, try not to be getting bored with journal. I am not being greatest writer in world. But am trying my humble best.
Now if you are pardoning me, am off to be killing evil things and am going to be taking their stuffs.
One has to fund war against evil somehow *shrug*.
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