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*