]-[Entry 1: Another Parade Story] by Crimsonarian-[

Though Xeck has already written about it, another point of view never hurts.

Recruiting new Krewe members was the topic on all of our minds in the lab. Zazag had called a meeting of sorts, so Xeck and I gathered around his desk. Zazag said what we were all thinking. He reminded us that our Krewe members were in short supply. That we needed to increase our ranks to make ourselves more effective. He asked us, “As for a solution to this problem, do either of you have ideas for making our Krewe seem attractable?” And then, from Xeck, the greatest idea I’d heard in a while.

“…in order to get noticed by the human bookahs, I used technicolor fireworks to attract attention… what if we do so for today.” His idea was to hold a public parade every few weeks in the hopes of engraving our parade into the memories of every single Asuran in Rata Sum, and making it a tradition. “Think of the assistants who would line up after getting a glimpse of what we can do,” he said. I turned my head and looked to Zazag, who had the same disbelieving stare that I did, and turned back to Xeck.

After more discussion, our decision to hold a parade was final. Frankly, I loved the idea. I mean, seriously. Walking around Rata Sum, setting off fireworks? Even though my last encounter with explosive decorations didn’t go great, it sounded like a blast! Oh, wow. Writing jokes in a journal entry… oh well.

Anyway, after obtaining the fireworks we needed from a thermo-alchemical Asuran technician, and in a short while, Zazag, Xeck and I were standing at one of the corners of Rata Sum, ready with the fireworks.

Our parade had begun.
As we strolled around the levels of Rata Sum, launching fireworks in every possible direction, people noticed us. Not many joined in on our parade, though. But we still got a fair few followers. For example, an Asura named Toar O. We also met a mute Charr, who was rather nice. Not much else happened during our parade. Hopefully this parade, along with the expeditions and adventures our Krewe undertakes, will prove to increase the ranks of our Krewe, and make us a much more formidable and effective group.

[END ENTRY]

]-[Entry 3 Off To See The Charr, The Wonderful Charr Of Black Citadel ] By Zazag-[

“Remember we are here to talk to her, not anger her”
“Got it”
Crimsoarian spotted the a CHR-P and said “Hello there, CHR-P”
I walked up to the CHR-P and asked it where Zojja was, it replied with:
“Mistress-Zojja-is-out-at-the-moment. Please-return-at-another-space-time-delineation”
I knew that this robot was lying so I threatened it.
“System override. I have business with now. Where is she?”
But the golem went defensive and said:
“Stand-down, Designate-Zazag. Destruction-of-property-imminent”
“Fine. Zojja wouldn’t what her lab busted in her absence. I’ll come back later”
Crimsonarian looked like he was about to attack the golem for being so incolent but I grabbed hime by the arm and dragged him a few feet away.
“I have a feeling that this golem is lying to us and that Zojja is still here”
Sure enough we found Zojja at her pesonal workbench.
“What do you want?” She snapped, “oh its you two”
“We have come to learn more about the dragons”
“What do you want to know?” she asked.

After a lengthy discusion which I will not bore you with, we decided to investigate the mysterious happenings north of the Black Citadel and Hoelbrak. So we headed to the Black Cidatel. I thought we might be able to drop by Tribune Rytlock Brimstone since he was on my list of people to talk to.

We stepped through the portal into the sweltering heat of the desert. The walk was long and hot but we made it to there… eventually.

I walked up the spiral stairs and across the black metal floor untill I got to the Tribunes Quarters.  Crim had gone off to the trading posts to get some supplies. I admit that Rytlock Brymstone was quite frightening but to show fear to the Tribune would not help me get the information I wanted and needed. He blamed Logan for the failed battle against Kralkatorrik. I wonder why...
Fortunatly for me he was in a good mood, though he didn’t like a small annoying Asuran asking him questions. I got little information out of him and nothing that I had already knew.

We stepped through the portal into the sweltering heat of the desert. The walk was long and hot but we made it to there… eventually.

Our journey into Ascalon was quite uneventfull. We got turned into cows and fought a Charr named Azalus Poisontongue. We failed to complete our goal or even to find out the exact nature of our goal.

[END ENTRY]

]-[Entry 4: Brawling and Recruitment] By Xeck Jovan-[

I've had an interesting past few days. To summarize it all in detail would require more or less a large part of storage space. Here I'll give a quick synopsis:

During some work in Hoelbrak, I was dragged into a sport the Norn would play. This outlandish game, called Keg Brawling, was actually mildly entertaining, besides the fact that I nearly had the teeth punched out of my mouth, my ribs broken, and my spine cracked. My ears, it was aggressive. Oddly enough I fell in love with the sport. So engaging, so fast-paced, and so... cold. The freezing temperatures didn't get to me all the much since I was running around creating heat in my core. The heavy kegs full of ale were heavy but not too hard to hold onto, lest someone beat it out from my hands.

During the games in Hoelbrak, I made a few friends, and as it turned out there were some Asuran exploring the icy cold Norn lands as well as I. I mentioned to them that we should all meet under the stone roof in our great city of Rata Sum one of these days.

Back to work for the guild, I had gone out to recruit from the masses in Rata Sum. It was interesting because when I say masses, I mean a few Asuran here and there. I had no luck with my recruiting tactics until a small crowd had formed around me, with some sort of handicapped person and his 'guardian', and a busy bodied researcher. I have yet to hear from these few if they cared to join my Krewe (I don't think the bookah one would provide much help), but one from the crowd said that he knew an experienced fellow who was looking for a Krewe, and went to fetch him. Dymish, the experience scientist who was mentioned, arrived shortly after he was sought out, and seemed to take the opportunity of joining the Krewe. He had some sort of shady past where his other Krewe members died, but all of that aside I showed him the lab and provided him with several tasks at hand. I honestly think his help will build the Krewe to a greater potential.

Some other details of my time spent include exploring Lion's Arch with a Charr, and meeting many more individuals along the way.

I wonder what will come next...

[END LOG]

]-[Entry 5: Permit Notice] by Xeck Jovan-[

Sharing a lab with other Krewes can be quite bothersome. My Krewe have had a share of troubles with other Krewes, but nothing that would interfere with out work. Recently though, a fellow from another Krewe mentioned during a conversation that in order to test out prototypes that have an especially powerful or possibly dangerous output would need to be approved for testing by the peacemakers before proceeding.

I took the liberty during one of my breaks to head down to the peacemaker station in Rata Sum. It was easy to find their office, after checking with one of the guards, and as I was making my way into the peacemaker establishment, I ran into two officers who seemed to be leaving. They stopped for me remarkably, and were actually able to process my request for a permit.

The procedure was relatively quick. I gave my information, including birthdate and where my Krewe worked. Sure enough, I had a temporary permit. They would give me a new one after they finished processing the data and giving it approved. Until then, they'll be accompanying my Krewe during the first few testing phases.

[END ENTRY]

]-[Entry 6: Alcohol, And Brain Surgery] by Xeck Jovan-[

Things have changed for me. Let's just say my motivation for my endeavors has shifted. The central reason for this being.... I don't know.

It all started out with a night of drinking. While I was taking a break from work, a lady walked up behind me and exclaimed that there was a pretty girl sitting on the other side of the counter. Out of curiosity, I stood up and walked over, commenting, "Well you look dashing yourself" (or something like that. I can't quite remember). 

When I laid my eyes on the girl, well she seemed to fit the simple description of 'pretty' by a good margin. As I stood near the bar, drink in hand, the lady who had urged me to go walk over seemed to try to toy around with me and the girl. I think she might have whispered a few things into the girl's ears about me, making the girl exclaim, "But I have a boyfriend". I'm afraid that in my drunkeness, I didn't know what was going on. On top of that, the lady whispered to me to put on some moves, at which, I started dancing. The alcohol was getting to my brain, and I couldn't contain myself. Somehow I excited about running into the two new friends, and offered to buy their drinks. Something about the girl obviously made me change my mind about drinking, and I ran off all the way back to the lab.

Confusing, I know. A man under the influence can lose track and do many things. When I ran back, I had entered an entry into the log. I removed it as a main log, but here it is:

[---------]

KREWE! Gueess what. I some lass pointed out this really..... cute.... cute girl. I don't know. I bragged about my Krewe and out invention, and how the drink is good for a hrd day of work. 

She smiled I think! I feel weird. I offered drinks and danced. I told her to wait for me to come back. Both of them. But she has a boyfriend. this is odd. Thinking about that now......

[---------]

I remember sobering up after a small nap, my face wet from tears, for god knows why. And upon noticing the situation, I decided to run back to the bar, even though it was late. In my return, I noticed that the lady and the girl were still at the bar. They had been discussing the possibility of brain surgery, or rather, the lady was trying to convince the girl to get brain surgery. It didn't make since at the time, but the girl had some sort of learning disorder.

I was able to get the girls name that night. Naxxi retired from the night, and that leaved me to speak with the lady, who's name was (insert). (insert) seemed determined to test out the operation on Naxxi's brain, and asked that if I wanted to help, that I should help convince Naxxi to follow through with it, to help Naxxi's intellect.

But the idea of working on an individual's brain, even if it should benefit their wellbeing, seems risky. I would not like to have someone's life threatened just to have brain operation.

Also, I can't seem to ignore the fact that I have a strange feeling towards this girl. I must put this aside for now, as I have work to do for my Krewe...

[END ENTRY]

]-[Entry 7: Bar Meet And The Inquest Issue] by Xeck Jovan-[

I find that taking breaks can be refreshing and can even improve one's productivity (in moderation). In the hopes of getting the Krewe together for a break from all of our duties, I organized a meeting to take place at the local bar.

Hours after getting the word out, my friends and I had gathered together at the pub. My colleagues had taken leave from the lab for several days for field work and other objectives, so seeing them again was almost like a family reunion. Skisir, one of the apprentices, was serving the drinks. As I recall, she mentioned that she had experience with many bars in Hoelbrak. 

Drinks in hand, we chatted about our work and our recent discoveries. Eventually the group were musing about what I'd been up to, and that's when I told them the story about the girl and the brain surgery idea.

Odd though, as soon as I told them about the girl, she happened to arrive at the bar, in Inquest armor! It was a startling sight. Naxxi didn't appear to be the kind of persona (or intellect) to be a good-for-nothing Inquest. My Krewe mates were alarmed at the Inquest gear, and they, along with my own opinion, tried to convince Naxxi why her "Krewe" were up to no good. Naxxi, somehow oblivious to how dangerous the Inquest are, wondered why we were trying to put down her Krewe's reputation.

After some talk, Naxxi didn't change her mind about being in with the Inquest, but I was able to convince her to come with my Krewe one of these days to observe exactly what the Inquest do with their experiments.

I promptly left after to put this all down. Why do I feel like I should help out Naxxi when I hardly know her?

[END ENTRY]

]-[Entry 4: ?!] by Zazag-[

I have been working in the lab so I haven’t had time to go visit Caithe or Logan. I sent my younger brother, Kzothe, out to talk to them instead. He's an experienced, cheeky young thief unfortunately always getting himself into trouble.
He told me the meeting with Caithe had gone well; she told him a great deal of things to do with the weaknesses of certain creatures but nothing new about the dragons. But it was  during the meeting with Logan Thackery that he decided to do something stupid.
Logan is ok for a human (and I don't have a problem with humans unlike most Asurans); he's a good leader for the Seraph. Kzothe had been talking to Logan for less than five minutes when he decided to steal Logan's sword. Not many people know this, but Logan’s sword belonged to his brother who died in Ebonhawke during the creation of the Dragonbrand. So I’m sure you understand why, when a small, annoying asuran tries to steal your dead brother's sword, he got quite annoyed. The only thing stopping him from chopping Kzothe’s head off was the fact that he wasn’t legally allowed to do it.
The next thing I know I’m getting a message from my dear brother saying that he had talked to Logan and it had gone fine. Logan hated Rytlock. Logan had done his duty by going to help his Queen. Oh, also that he was in a cell in Divinity’s Reach.
When I finally managed to bail him out, I made him come back to Rata Sum.

We had finally all got together again; Crimsonarian, Xeck, Skisir and I were all sitting at the bar. The Krewe was all together in one place.
Xeck was talking about a new Asura he had recruited called Dymish and about a lady he had met. We didn’t push for to much information on the subject of the lady since he wasn’t too keen to talk about her. It was obvious he liked her though.
We were sitting there drinking, talking about the Inquest and enhancements that could be made to the brain if they let me. There was no bartender so Skisir took over. She was saying that she had learnt ho
The Dragon King: We were sitting there drinking, talking about the Inquest and enhancements that could be made to the brain if they let me. There was no bartender so Skisir took over. She was saying that she had learnt how to make many different drinks from growing up in Heolbrak, when a female Asura walked up to us.
“I’m with the Inquest” she said, having overheard our conversation.
That stopped us dead.
“Umm…” Skisir, Crim and I said together.
“This is her”,  Xeck whispered.
Anger flashed across Ski’s face.
“But the Inquest are evil! They are horrible! How can you work for them?!” she almost yelled.
“Skisir!,” I said, “calm down!”
“Well they are!”
“Skisir!”
“Fine” she said looking angry.
“Lets start again,” I turned to the new woman, “Hello I am Zazag”
“Naxxi” she replied.
“These are my Krewemates,” I said gesturing to my companions “Crimsonarian, Skisir and I believe you already know Xeck”
She nodded.
The expression on Skisir’s face was livid.
“You said you’re with the Inquest?!” Crim asked with a hint of disbelief.
Naxxi noded again.
“But they are EVIL!” he said practically shouting.
“Have you seen some of the stuff they do!?” Skisir growled.
“Even I am amazed that you are with the Inquest,” I glanced at Xeck “they have tried to kill me. The things they do are quite… horrifying.”
Crimsonarain and Skisir were getting quite heated whilst Xeck was trying to talk to Nexxi, so I made a decision.
“Crimsoanrian, Skisir, with me!” and I walked off.
Once we were a safe distance but could still see them I lowered my voice, “Lets let them talk.”
“But..” Skisir began and I cut her off.
“Yes we can still listen in!”
She smiled. We walked around till we found a place where we could climb to a point where we were above them.
“So you are going to go though with the brain surgery?” Xeck asked.
“Probably but I’ll ask my parents first” replied Naxxi.
“Shouldn’t we tell him to find someone else?” Ski asked.
I though about this. “We are his friends and we will not interfere”
“But if we are his friends then shouldn’t we tell him to find someone else?” Ski asked.
I though about this. “We are his friends and we will not interfere”
“But if we are his friends then shouldn’t we stop this so she doesn’t break his heart?”
“I will not get in the way, it is his decision, I will support him no matter what he does. If she breaks his heart I will still be there to suport him”
“I know what you mean Ski but I agree with Zazag” Crim inputed.
“Gaaah you’re right but she is with the Inquest!”
They had finished talking and they were saying their fairwells.
“Move!” I whispered loudly.
When Xeck found us we were nearby watching some dancers doing the Golem.
“How went it?” Crim asked.
“Good”, Xeck replied.