It has been a while since I wrote in here, well I think it is about time, due to a fairly eventful night, and, I'm still alive.

Four months ago, I had never even swung a weapon, let alone fought anyone and tonight I found myself slicing my dagger into Skeletons and a fairly dangerous "Death Knight". It all started when I was wondering through Duskwood. As dangerous as it is, I feel constantly drawn to the mysticism and ghoulishness about the place, I came across Deoq (former member of the LBC) and Mathial. I questioned them as to what the Sentinels were doing in Duskwood and they explained... they were looking for a former member of theirs called Wyatt who had recently delved into the darker side of life, becoming a Death Knight. Me, Deoq, Mathial, Cereth and some other female Night Elf who I did not know headed out to Raven Hill where we encountered this Wyatt.

Wyatt seemed somewhat distressed, gripping his blade tightly, he had a name for it which I forgot, but it seemed to control him and was heavily enchanted deflecting my bullets. The Sentinels conversed with him, eventually him and Mathial agreed to fight. Wyatt lead us down into some sort of crypt below Raven Hill, another Sentinel, Miyev joined us, informed of what was going on via the Sentinels "Walkie" channel.

Wyatt continued to pull us down into the depths of this crypt, into a room where the undead seemed to be practising some sort of Alchemy, with a small amount of apparatus set up, the fight eventually got into full flow, Mathial was clearly overpowered, but the rest of us just stood and watched on as the battle unfolded. It was quite a light-hearted fight until one fierce swoop from Wyatt, he sliced down into Mathial's hand, and it came straight off, the blood poured from his exposed flesh and his hand lay on the floor still grasped around his blade, the rest of us charged forward, engaging in battle, only to have Wyatt contest our every effort. He escaped, Miyev tended to Mathial, he was still alive but very weak. We managed to get out of the crypt no worse than we were in the room where the fight took place, Mathial was carried away on Miyev's Saber. I headed back to Ironforge to rest in front of a nice warm fire, I have never been happier to see my slippers in all my days at this house.

I feel times can only grow more desperate, I am to keen of the Sentinel's cause to let them continue this fight alone, I will aid them in any way I can and hope in the bottom of my heart that Mathial recovers from his almost fatal wound. I wont rest until I know the fate of this bastardly crook they call Wyatt.