Kaniffler Blastbottom's blog

((This entry is filled out by an obviously different pen.  The writer seems to be trying -very- hard to have the neatest penmanship possible.))

I write this as Sir Blastbottoms Squire.  Everything in the following entry is written in the greatest respect.  I feel what follows needs to be documented so that whomever reads this book would know of the great valor, and courage of Sir Kaniffler Blastbottom.

Two days prior me writing this, a great event had taken place.  An event that must have changed many lives.  Not to mention that of myself and Sir Blastbottom. 

I have finally done it!!  I have managed to be able to call myself a knight!  After so much hard work, discipline, and time..  I can finally allow myself the honor of wearing Grunglans ring on my finger.  I finally see myself worthy.

I went down to Stormwind the other day.  It was a nice break from the Icy cold up here at the tournament grounds.  The purpose of my journey was to restock supplies. (although it was nice to thaw out my beard for a day or two.) 

I ran across Dyna the other day.  It was to see a friendly face.  I was in the middle of aimlessly wondering through Northshire.  I was thinking of my future, and the future of The Bastion among other things. 

I had hoped to spend some time with my fellow guild mates while I was within a short distance to the bunkhouse, but it would seem the bunkhouse remains pretty empty as of late.  The hustle and bustle of young aspirants training in the courtyard, along with the rattling of armor and clinking of mugs filling the air of Eastvalle has been replaced with the skittering of mice, and the whinnying of the lonely horses in the stables.  Every once and a while I think I may have caught the glimpse of a glinting dranae half smile, or the smell of pipe smoke whispering under my nostrils, only to be lef

So here it is, Weeks have gone by since my last conversation with Dyna and her brother Ed.  They had mentioned they were going to scout for a place to start construction on a workshop.  I am only left to assume they have succumbed to some sort of construction hazard, as I am still left with no reply from the letters I have been sending them.  I was told I would hear from them in a weeks time.....it has definitely been longer than a week.

It has been nearly 2 weeks since I have last heard from Dyna, and her brother.  They had said it would be one when I would hear from them again, and the consequential completion of the workshop Ed had promised to build for me.  Perhaps the delay is brought on due to the extra time it would take to construct sufficient blast walls.  Or perhaps something has happened to them to keep them from sending word.  Ed had mentioned going to Stranglethorn, Booty bay is very close to there.  Perhaps some of those green bastards had ambushed them.  Or worse, Wirn had caught up with Dyna...I have no idea

Dear Kanifflier,

((This letter was sent to "Alfours Farm near Arie Peak" Niff figures Alfour would be well known there and -someone- must know where it is. The paper is unusually clean and crisp. The same stationary the Royal Library carries))

Dear Alfour,

How do you fare? I haven't heard much in the way of your well being. If you are in need of assistance do not be afraid to send for me. My first aid skills seem to be improving.