An "Eventful Time"

♈ It’s been a rather eventful time lately. I can’t remember where my journal last left off, but I’ll write in what’s been going on lately. I guess a place to start would be the fact that Elfy and Avenn were yanked into Illidan’s control, creating two very powerful enemies. Gan was taken by them too. They did terrible things to him... I’m still not sure who or what did it to him, but he was infused with demonic power. I had trouble recognizing him at first when I saw him after that had happened, but by his scent there was no mistaking it was him. The Illidari, he told me, had wanted him to kill me as proof of his loyalty. They made the mistake of not demanding my head to be brought in as a trophy, though. All they asked for was a vial of blood. (which was hard enough to get Gan to take, since he was trying to stick with his promise of never harming me) A while after that, a fight broke out between the Illidari (plus Gan) and some of my friends. I usually don’t get afraid during fights, but it really did scare me how passive and uncaring Avenn had become. It was painful to think that this was my brother, even though he wasn’t exactly himself. And Gan didn’t really take much part in the fighting, which was lucky for us, since if he had, then we’d have been in for a world of hurt. I mean really, he’s strong enough without the fel powers!
Later though, I managed to meet him in Zangarmarsh. He told me of how he was faking his allegiance to the Illidari, which I figured he was, but was still happy to hear it from him. He assured me of the chance to save Elfy and Avenn, too, which was more good news. Even though it was only ideas on how to do so, and hope to do so, it was good enough for me.
There’s been two other problems, though. For one thing, since I’ve been running around Outland so much, my amulet which helps protect against moonlight was stolen from me. I think I lost it in Tuurem while fighting one of those broken guys. Another problem, though, is a bit worse than that. (and hopefully no one will find this, since I WILL write this) I was snooping around Stratholme once, and it was empty, oddly enough. So as I was looking around through some crates of old supplies, I happened to realize someone behind me. I turned around, and there was the Baron on his horse. He asked me for a reason to not kill me right there on the spot, and, being the idiot that I am when I think quickly, I told him that he shouldn’t kill an ally. He thought I was lying, of course, but then I made up a bullshit story about going to Naxxramas, meeting with someone there, and swearing allegiance to the scourge. He told me he could just go ask to see if it was true, but I stopped him with the whole “I don’t think you wanna do that, seeing as I have a higher rank than you” thing to slow him down. He must have been in a good mood that day, (which I don’t know if undead can even have) and burned a mark onto me that would cause the undead to follow my command. I guess it was some sort of symbol of him, but when I tried it out, it actually worked! Once again, I still can’t believe he actually bought my story. Seriously, though, I’ll try to only use this command over them when I need it, since after the first time I tested it, I started to feel odd. I saw my reflection in one of the plagued lakes there, and saw that my skin had paled and my eyes had started to look tired. I do want to know what I would have to do to get rid of this sort of foothold the Scourge now has on me, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
It’s amazing, though. As I said earlier, Gan had told me there was a chance to save Avenn. It happened, it really happened! He had revealed himself to be a betrayer of the Illidari, and while he did so, he stole some sort of time-turning charm. It took some work on some spellcasters’ parts, but at Caer Darrow, Avenn’s timeline had apparently been undone, unraveled, I guess. But now there’s a different problem, as always. There are three, THREE different versions of Avenn now: his good side, his bad side, and his physical form. Each part is one third of the power of him as a whole, though, so it works out well when dealing with his bad side, but his good side is quick to tire and not very strong.
But even though Avenn’s been freed, Gan has... taken a turn for the worse. He had been fighting off Elfy during the unraveling, and eventually both was defeated and worn out by his use of power. I fell so stupid, though, since the fight took place in the Plaguelands, where I used the force of undead to fend off some other Illidari guy. I hardly even noticed that Gan had fallen. How could I not notice that? How could I be so unemotional at the sight of that? Of course it hit me after a while what had just happened, but it just proves that the Scourge is hardly an ally when it comes to this.
After the fight, and after the Illidari had left through a portal, we were left with Avenn’s good side and Gan’s body. I won’t deny the fact that I cried on Gan. Hopefully he somehow knew that I was there and that I had wished it didn’t happen... But anyways, as everyone was recovering from the fight, Elfy came back into the area through another portal. He assured us that he was in control of himself, (which took some convincing) and helped get Gan back to Stormwind. We all thought about where he should be buried, where he would wanted to have been buried, at least, and at that point I remembered when I met his father. His adopted father, actually, a Dwarf. It seemed logical to take Gan to Dun Morogh so he would be back where he had grown up.
We brought him to the highest peak in that snow-covered land, where he could be closer to the sky, yet still be on the earth below. The mage there (I can’t remember his name) made a tomb of ice around Gan. It’s beautiful, really; a deep blue monument that you can see into. Many people came to pay respects, but I hardly paid attention to what they were all saying. All I could do was sit there and try to comprehend what had happened, and why my beloved was dead. I knew how it had happened, of course, since I was there, but... All the events leading up to it seemed to be impossible to understand. Intangible.
After everyone had said some words, they decided to leave. Elfy asked me if I was leaving. There was no way in hell I was going to leave, though. So he stayed there with me. Still coming to terms with it, I transformed, feeling safer and more comfortable in my worgen form. Being human just wasn’t good at that time. I curled up by the tomb and stared into it, still thinking over what had happened. I started to get angry with myself. Why hadn’t I done more to try to prevent this? What could I have done? Surely there was something I could have done differently to change everything. But it was too late. There was nothing I could do. It was over.
Avenn came by after a while, seeing the grave for himself. He saw me laying next to it and asked if I was going to be there all night. Maybe he was joking, but I wasn’t when I told him I wouldn’t leave. He told me to get up. I refused. So being the big brother he is, he picked me up, hoisted me over his shoulder, and carried me away from it. I was throwing a fit the whole time, of course. I kicked and screamed and yelled at him and everything else, but he and Elfy eventually dragged me over to a bunker at the airport. I can’t believe it. They tied me to a chair, for god’s sakes! They figured I was hungry, so they got some food to give to me. I was hungry, yeah, but I was sort of in an insolent bitch mode and wouldn’t eat. I ended up getting food stuffed in my face. Thanks a lot, guys. I’m not really mad, of course, it’s just that was sort of the last thing I needed at that moment. Or maybe it was a good thing they forced me to get my mind off Gan. Who knows?
Elfy, who was in control of himself for an uncertain amount of time, asked Avenn about some sort of thing upstairs. I think they thought I couldn’t hear them... But I hear everything. Elfy got a seal put on him by Avenn, helping him maintain control for a while longer.
I just realized how much I’ve written... I’d say it’s time for bed now... I can’t think very well right now anyways.