* Slowly lifting the glass of wine to his lips, Trynian stared absently towards the opposite wall of the room. He had just finished an interesting conversation with Lady Winterflow, and as usual, she gave him enough material to spend his night awake, to think and consider. It had been since the day that he was on the run, together with his wife, Eliras, that he had felt this kind of active energy and exhaustion. *

*These are the thoughts of Trynian Goldhand, rank unknown within The Shadow Sentinels.*

Sentinels, hm, Sentinels ... The tabard is more known to me than the ones wearing them. I've worn it longer than most of them too ... It's not easy, but loyality never was. Hence why so few manage to uphold loyality for an organisation ... or a leader.


Captain Jazeel Spade makes several short announcements. It appears the sentinels haven't been sitting still since their initiation! The usual SMP (Sentinel Meeting Protocol) was left behind, more urgent matters were at hand.

Sentinel Kelai informs the Sentinels of her experiences with the recent gathering of Alliance forces to fight the Horde. The problem seems to become quite more pressing every day. I am glad that for now the Sentinels remain in neutral stance. But I very well agree, some matters can be solved with violence. I wonder how far this will escalate.

After the meeting we were sent out to execute a mission of certain importance. Details left aside, we were to retrieve a certain object from the Kingdom of Uldaman. Tricky business.


Upon our arrival in Thelsamar, a gnome which the Watch would call a 3-15, approached us, with the following disturbing message: "1g plx". We were certain it was a code, but the meaning of the message remained unknown.

Accompanied by Inquisitor Mathial and drill sergeant Deoq, the sentinels Kelai, Seros and I set off in the trenches of Uldaman. Drill-sergeant Deoq managed to not only scare the tainted dwarves, but provoked me to keep a certain distance between her and myself. I am not a moonkin fan. She's quite ... eccentric, to say the least.





We managed to battle our way through the various underground halls, finally reaching the first destination. It is here we found the first part of the object that needed to be retrieved.


Sergeant Deoq proves once more she posses odd capabilities. Upon reaching a miniature city, she skillfully started investigating.

By accident we awoke an oversized beauty. And I thought my wife was aggresive when woken by our dearest Edhellen, this lady surely hadn't slept enough yet. She managed to revenge herself on ... sergeant Deoq, landing on top of her when falling after defeat. With brutal strength, alot of 'Hmmm's and cursing, and most of all pain in the back, we managed to lift the lady high enough to free the drill-sergeant.

After succesfully completing our mission, we were summoned to Stormwind to transfer Master Sergeant Banyl to Nethergarde keep, where he shall be trialed next tuesday.

As usual, Sentinels march united. Even The Vanguard Order wasn't able to be as united as these men and women. The feeling of a sweet souvenir, the current sentinels, they are, after all, a good continuation of the elder ones.


We met no resistance during the pick-up or transfer of the Master-Sergeant. Odd, you'd suppose the Defias would do about everything to make sure whatever information Sir Dolosen had remained secret. Perhaps he is not as guilty as some assume he is?

* Trynian puts down his glass, sighing. He picks up the Argent Post, quickly scanning through the room. Eliras lay close to Edhellen, both seemingly unconcerned. From here on, his thoughts concern only them, and are not mentioned in this report. *