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Post by Var on Feb 20, 2010 16:29:30 GMT -5
2-20
Today marked the beginning of a very peculiar day. I've finally managed to hunt Seria down. It seems my suspicions were correctly placed. This is not the same Seria I left behind. She didn't seem to recognize me, nor did she think it funny I gave her a false name.
For now it will have to wait while I investigate things further. Today she called upon one of her, she called them "family" to help us deal with some giants while we were working in Winterspring. I recognized the troll as the one I meant in Silvermoon while I was looking for her.
This is all very strange, and I will take no action yet. I am thinking she might have had her memory wiped. The Seria I used to know wouldn't let a troll with in fifteen yards of her, yet now she calls one family.
We will see.
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Post by Var on Feb 26, 2010 12:09:58 GMT -5
2-26
A few days have passed. Time hasn't plentiful otherwise I might have written this down before now. I met more of "Seria's" family the other day in Undercity. This didn't do much but raise more questions for myself. They seem endless and when i think i get an answer, it really does little more than raise more questions.
At the gathering, which a priestess name Faileas graciously invite me to. I was surprised by a few things. First of which would be the size of a Tauren named Sharidune. She introduced herself as the ambassador of the the family Seria now calls her own. I was also quite surprised by the cuisine she served. I know it was a Kaldorei recipe. I myself had learned it from a kind druid in Moon glade. Perhaps she learned it the same way, but only if her mother was a druid. IF my memory serves correctly she said her mother had taught her.
I didn't get to see Seria very long, she rushed off. My assumption is that the heat of hellfire had her exhausted.
Many more questions raised, nary a single on answered. I should make a point to meet each of these family members to see what else might seem out of place.
As a side note, it was quite curious to learn none in that family knew the slang for forsaken was "deader." I spoke with Faileas about this and she mentioned she felt as if she needed to give history lessons constantly. Its worth a mention here, for future reference.
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