Bishop Street has put a name to it, calling it the Crimson Dawn. There have been whispers amongst the men about a day soon to come that will change everything for the Scarlet Crusade. To a time before the Scourge, before Arthas and Regicide. At our finest, we have always been the salt of the earth, rising up to take back our homes from the filth of the Scourge corruption, to return Lordaeron to its former glory. I imagine that once they have finished what we began, most will disband and go back to their homes to live in peace. I will leave most of the Crusade here to continue mopping-up operations on the undead in our backyard. I fear the man's relationship with LeCraft is slowly twisting him. However, I do like the sound of forming an elite cadre of the most faithful to do the Light's bidding in Northrend. I've no intention of destroying the Crusade. He spoke of a revival for the crusade and swore to ferret out the weak of faith within our ranks. Bishop Street in particular seemed enthusiastic. The commander and the bishop were both receptive. We've grown bloated with ranks of unbelievers who yearn only to destroy the undead. I'll get Jordan and Street to scrutinize their recruiting efforts tomorrow. Maybe I should ask Landgren to pray on the matter? At least the witness proves that I'm not going insane. One of the priests noticed and dropped to his knees in prayer. This time I was awake! It was very vivid, and yet for over a minute, in the middle of the warm, sunny day, my breath came out misted and chill. The Holy Light has taken notice of our good work. I'm going to redouble my efforts! I'll tell the high abbot tomorrow that I want prayers increased. I woke up freezing, but it wasn't cold in my chambers. After all of the failures and resurrections. At last! After all of my years of prayers and good deeds, the cleansing of the blight of the unliving from the face of Azeroth. The voice whispered, "Come to me." From the very beginning I knew that it was the Holy Light speaking to me in dreams. Verdammt sollen die Seuchenbestien sein!.Auf der Suche nach dem rubinfarbenen Flieder.Zum Tode verurteilt: Hochkultist Zangus.Beim Rubindrachenschrein Bericht erstatten.
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