Dear Journal,
It is done, the destroyer is dead after all this time. No more will he harm this world or threaten its inhabitants. The creature though driven made by the old gods its seems was not able to stand up to the force of his attackers, our efforts to stop him paid off. Though we hindered his attempts to complete his grand cataclysm it was the Orc Shaman Thrall who dealt the final blow using the dragon soul itself. All that remained of the Destroyer was a single fragment of his chin or perhaps it was a tooth. The major importance though is he is dead once and for all.
Many of us were harmed in the process, I myself am beginning to feel some wounds I had not felt the other night. We almost lost one of our own last night Mickey, also known as Cordula nearly died, she was impaled by large chunks of shrapnel. When we all got to her she was barely breathing, the Justicar, and other healers were working on her as best they could immediately. I wanted to help but there was nothing I could do...I felt helpless in a way its not a feeling I experience often and never want to experience that agian. Thank the light though they were able to save her, I haven't gotten to speak with her since but I hope she will make a full recovery.
As we arrived back form the Wyrmrest Temple at the inn to celebrate our victory Taldrus got the best of the night. He finally proposed to the Justicar in front of everyone in the inn. She seemed stunned and surprised by the proposal for a moment but did reply with yes. I hope they have many years of joy in marriage together and I wish nothing but the best for them.
All in all this night was one hell of a night Journal and I am happy to say you, Issac and all my friends and family can rest soundly tonight knowing the world is safe from Deathwing forever. Tomorrow though begins out clean up process. There is still work to be done in the North before we can leave Wintergaurd Keep and the north for good.
*The page is dated January the 22nd at the bottom of the page.*
