Ahoy me hearties! There be ay pirate festival 'n Booty Bay yesteday evenin'! Yer Driva be there fur sure, drinkin an' dancin like there be no Fiddler's Green. Me guild maties be joining me, 'n our allied lasses be there to boot.

Yaarrr can join Captain DeMeza's crew fer a day 'n get yer own piraty outfit, with no dirty deck swabbin 'quierd. Captain be tharr lass and no tha squiffy brute with thar piece.

Yer be no shooting at ther furner, it be only fer fun.

Ain't she a beauty, me lordly lavish Booty Bay?

There be pirates from space shakin ther booty.

Ther be no place for the lily-livered 'n Booty Bay! The swashbucklin' be on 'for the sun set.

Thar be me heartie Klodas, yer be aye candy if me e'er saw it.

No rum 'n no bra'lin' makes me 'n me matey a dull arrr ay.

Driva be guardin' yarr cherry grog!

The Salty Sailor be full o' scoundrel's.

Thar lass in red be Madeleine wi' her burnin' parrot.

[Madeleine]: Perhaps ye wan ta hear de story o' me piraty sel.
[Driva]: Yer piraty sel?
[Madeleine]: Aye de pirate parrot tale.
[Driva]: Arrh.
[Madeleine]: Ye see it all started when ah rescued dis feller from cpativatin.
Madeleine points at Hawk Owl.
[Madeleine]: An then ah come ta join de pirate federatin and dey say:
[Madeleine]: Dat be no parrot.
[Madeleine]: Sos ah when out and found dis un,
Madeleine points at Green Wing Macaw.
[Madeleine]: an when ah brought dis un back
[Madeleine]: dey say yes dat be a parrot but it no be rare enough, we see dozens oh dem.
[Madeleine]: Sos off ah trot again.
[Driva]: Arrh.
[Madeleine]: An ah fine dis one in de dead woods.
[Madeleine]: When ah finally return wi it dey say yes dat be a fine parrot.
Driva cheers at Madeleine.
[Madeleine]: BUT... ye when an rescied it,
[Madeleine]: ye aint cruel enough ta be a pirate!
Driva looks blank.
[Madeleine]: so wha ah did was a when an set fire ta it!
[Driva]: Oooooh!
Driva cheers at Phoenix Hatchling.
[Driva]: That be a fine parrot!
[Madeleine]: De be no complainin afterward!
[Driva]: Yaaarrr!

'n jungle expedition be ending a fine day o' jolly revel! Yaarrr!

Klockmort Spannerspan sent me to Menethil to pick Iron Coral for him. A total waste of time. But I took the opportunity and shot a nice picture of my diving helmet, designed and crafted by Driva herself!

Driva is an artisan engineer now, and can make all sorts of stuff from mechanical battle chickens to gnomish mind control caps, rocket boots, parachute cloaks and more.

As a warrior hero, you've got to prove your mettle once in a while. I heard this is done frequently at Fray Island, so I went to flex my muscles. I fought them all on the island, including renowned Big Will. Driva is feisty!

Gnomeregan. Last time I was there I was bumping around in mama's belly while she was running from poisonous fumes and crazy kinsmen. It was with dread I entered yesterday, with a thirst for revenge and a longing to see my beginnings.

It was far more horrendous than I could have imagined. Dark iron dwarves, leper gnomes, oozes, troggs, elementals, gnome technology gone bad...

Arrogant Driva thought she could do something to change things, where her entire race failed. I don't think I will see the world with the same eyes anymore.

Now Driva knows her origins.

What we would have done without Xéniá Driva can't say.

Brave warriors held out in the Clean Zone, where we all could rest a while and purge some of our gear from radioactive fallout.

Will of Driva Warmtwinkle Loggerdaughter.
This 16 September, Year 202 after the founding of Gnomeregan, at Ironforge, Dun Morogh. This is my Testament, or act of my last will.

I have always had reason to be pleased with my companion, William D. Brougham Esq. I retain for him, to my last moment, the most faithful sentiments. It is my wish that in case of my untimely and utterly tragic death, dear Brougham will recive any loot that should have been Driva's.

In return, Driva has three humble tasks that Brougham need to fulfill.

1. I beseech him to watch, in order to preserve, my rabbit Dustear from the snares of life and hunters.

2. He will never, ever make Driva's maiden name known to the world. Instead, for all time that is to come, the world will know that Driva the Dauntless was a hero without equal.

3. He will build a statue larger than Uther Lightbringer's.

(( Signed Driva ))

Brougham couldn't join us on our pilgrimage this weekend, so we went together later only me and him. Surely I am a good enough body guard for my weak, but oh so sweet, friend. When we were but minutes from Uther's grave, we ran into this real handsome Corporal, Gorginave. She asked us where we were heading, and we told her we was going to pay our respects to the Lightbringer.

"Ah, I had better escort you, you can not be too careful in these trouble times," she told us, and then she cut us a path through undead evilies to the tomb. I am confident that I could have done as much myself, but after the long travel Driva is quite glad she didn't have to.

Brougham put a hammer on Uther's grave, but his ghost didn't appear this time.

I needed a cuddle, so I wrote a letter to Kitty. I was going to buy her a fish from the fishmarket in Stormwind, but it had closed, so I had to fish myself. I wanted to give her a real nice looking fish, but it was dark and I was drunk, so well...

I hope she doesn't smell the fish and eat the letter.

Me and some friends went to Uther Lightbringer's tomb yesterday. It was nice, walking there to put a token on his grave. During our journey Aerthaden told us about Uthor, and paladins, and the Lich King, and something more I think, but the Darkmoon Faire brew made it all fuzzy to me.

We got a horrible start in Dun Morogh where we found this poor fellow. Aerthaden tried to revive the gnome, but nothing could be done for him.

You know, Wizbit looks a little evil after all.

We never talk much, Wiz and Driva, but I asked him if he was from Dun Morogh, and he was. Said he was glad to be gone from there since it was too cold, among other things. Driva thought that the cold wouldn't be a problem when Wiz had a burning horse, and he says: "Yeah i stick him in the fireplace to keep the room warm."

There was me, Xéniá, Aerthaden and Wizbit on this pilgrimage, but along the way the guy to the left joined us. He never said a word, so Driva assumes he took a vow of silence.

At the Lightbringer at last!

When we arrived, Aerthaden goes: "Last time I was here, the ghost of Uther appeared."
"What!?" goes Driva, "Scary!"
"More surreal than scary"
Wizbit cuts in, "Here ghosty ghosty!" whereupon Driva giggles and Xéniá laughs out loud.
"Don't think he'll come just because you ask him to," says Aerthaden.
"Worth a try."

At this point in the conversation, High Priest Thel'danis announces: "Be welcome, friends!" and behold, right in front of our eyes, the ghost of Uther appears! I bet he doesn't for every pilgrim. Look, he's hovering in the air in front of his statue!

Driva is going to have a statue when she's gone, only ten times as big as the Lightbringer's.

Ghost!

We were in the Stockades tonight, cleaning up some riot mess. Boring place. Got out with a couple of extra heads.

Fire! Fire! *cackle*

Catastrophy! Tonight's the night we're having a farwell party for absent Zyr, and I took a hippogryph from Southshore this morning. Then the poor thing sprained its wing over the Wetlands and now we're both stuck in the swamps. Driva's dragging the girl on a stretcher towards Menethil Harbour, but I have no hopes of reaching the town before nightfall. Ooh, no dancing at the Darkmoon Faire tonight, only hard labour in darkness. Damn Driva's luck!

Driva & Brougham finally decided that walking and running sucks, so we went to a really talented engineer named Milli Featherwhistle in Dun Morogh. She invented this thing she calls a "mechanostrider" and she sells them for a bargain price. I'm not sure it won't explode beneath me, but if it does Driva will die very cool!

We were in Wetlands when we decided to call upon miss Featherwhistle, so we came home rather late. Driva apologizes for the dark picture!

I told you we were in Duskwood, right? Well, eastern Duskwood was haunted for a long time by the evil Mor'ladim. He was a noble knight once upon a time, and went to war and killed lots of orcs, but when he returned all Duskwood was nasty, as it is today. His wife was dead and he went mad and killed everything on sight including himself.

So, that's what he'd been doing for quite some time now — killing everything on sight, and people hate him lots and lots. Now, Driva the Demon Disposer wouldn't stand for that, and Brougham wasn't all too pleased either. So we killed him (again).

He was very happy for it and gave me his sword. Thank you, evil ghoul-undead-thingy.

Last night Driva and Brougham padded around Duskwood and killed meanies. It was so much fun! In the center of Duskwood there's a huge, round mountain range, and after some murderous gnome rampage in the graveyards Brougham goes: "Hey, what's in there?"

So, we sneaked up the mountainside, only to find this beautiful elven landscape with lamps and all. It felt almost like Teldrassil itself! Happy in our exploring we continued down the path, oblivious to all but the surrounding beauty.

Then Broom tugged at Driva's sleeve and I looked up and my heart almost stopped dead in my chest! A Dragon! A Dragon! My very first sight of a real life Dragon! Oh, such a beautiful, terrifying creature! The tail, the wings, the pointy nose!

I wanted to hug it but Broom thought we should leave.

There was a magical portal behind the dragon... Now, what's in there, Driva wonders?

Brougham is hiding behind a bush so I'm alone in the picture.

Oh no! My heart! Devasted Driva can't stand the sorrow! She is gone!

Zyr is gone, maybe never to return. Oh, the pain in my heart; will I live? Zyr, I miss you so much! No one was so close to me as you.

I will never forget you and you will be deeply missed.

All my love,
Driva