It has indeed been a while since I have written in any kind of journal and while I know that it is something that I should be doing in my travels across this vast land of ours, it hasn’t been of any importance to me. Amynlarae, sweet cousin that she is, gave me this book and told me that I should start writing down my adventures because she would love to be able to share them with her younger children and someday, her grandchildren.
While it has been a few years since I have written, much has happened, however, I won’t attempt to write it all down in one sitting. I suppose that I ought to write down who I am, I suppose – nothing like reading a letter and getting to the very end to find out that you didn’t know the person.
My name is Basaric Shadowmoon, I hail from Kalimdor and any lands beyond that I so choose to travel. It is my goal in life to see as much of this world as I possibly can and try to make amends with Nature for the things that the people have done to her. Elune knows that there are vast stretches of land that were destroyed by Deathwing and his rampage, however, I have seen signs of healing in my travels – new forests starting to emerge and more people moving into those lands to try to help the land heal. It does my druid heart good to see these things. We have much to make amends for with Mother Nature and Elune.
While the Horde tries to destroy as much land as they can for the betterment of their people, we, the Kaldorei and others are trying to heal the land as fast as we can. I will always think that Thrall was the better Warchief than this buffoon that now sits in his stead. I have heard stories of the things that he has done in this new land of Pandaria, however, I have not seen it with my own eyes as of yet, however, I know there will come a time when I make that journey, it is one of the goals that I have set for myself.
I had to laugh at Amyn when she gave me this book because I asked her if I should write about the camping trips that we used to have in Feralas which caused her to blush and then to laugh. Oh, the good times that we had growing up under the tutelage of my Father. She has him to thank for the way that she handles her bow because he was a great hunter and I, well, I have to thank him for teaching me the ways and skills in herbing. He was a truly wonderful man and we all still miss him terribly, however, Elune must have needed him in her service more than we were aware.
Of course, my life might have been a bit different if I hadn’t followed in the steps of druidism. It was my calling from birth and I knew it even if my parents were very apprehensive about it. It was something that I was born with as are most druids – we don’t just wake up and decide to be able to shape shift into different beasts, it is a blessing that we receive from Elune and we are truly blessed to be one with nature. I think my Father was disappointed that I would not be following in his footsteps as a hunter, however, he understood finally that it hurt my very soul to take an animal’s life without thought for the future.
I did make the journey to Stormwind to see the big city there and I know that the humans, dwarves, worgen and others may find it an exciting place, it just hurt my ears and made me long for the peaceful sounds of the forests. Too many people in such a tiny place makes for quite a bit of noise.
I hadn’t seen Amyn for quite a while so I was very surprised to see that she was in Stormwind and that she was a business woman. Yes, she apparently served what time she felt she needed to do in Pandaria and came back to run this import/export firm. Well, who am I to say anything, however, I did think that the Sentinel life suited her and even though she is a mother to some beautiful children, I think in her heart of hearts, she misses the wildness of being out in the wilderness.
I won’t go into my opinion of her liaison with the Sindorei, that is her business and I just hope that the authorities in power never hear of it. It would bring destruction to the entire family, I think. I try not to get involved with politics, however, this is one case where I think that a closed mouth will be my best bet. Her oldest boys look very Kaldorei except for their strange green flecked eyes and sometimes I think that they aren’t as much the Night Elves that they appear – they like the sun way too much for my tastes. Oh well, they are nice kids and the two youngest boys are definitely all Kaldorei and they are a handful from what she was telling me. I haven’t seen them since they were infants and it sounds as if they are almost grown now. Ah well, time does have a way of passing even if we’re not taking note of it.
It was nice getting a chance to talk to Amyn again after so long and I will cherish this gift that she chose to bestow on me. Of course, I will also have to make it part of my plan to write in it as well.