It has been quite some time since I have made the time to write things down, however, since the transition to Draenor and all of the responsibilities that seem to have been thrust upon me, there just isn’t time. How was I to know that I would be put in a position where I would be in charge of an entire Garrison? I know it makes me proud and sad at the same time – I came here to serve the Alliance and to protect Azeroth from these Orcs that have fallen prey to the diabolical mind of Garrosh. Luckily, that part is pretty much over. We have been given reason to believe that the crazed fool is no longer with us, however, his influence has befouled the minds of so many that he came into contact with. We are desperately trying to clean up the mess he left behind.
I will never fully grasp how Garrosh escaped from Pandaria with all of the guards and protections that had been put into place to make sure that he remained in custody. Oh well, it’s not something that I witnessed and can only go on what I was told happened. It seems that treachery has a very long arm indeed and the price has to be paid by many.
Today I decided to run away for a while with my journal and write some of my own thoughts down without having the constant interruptions that I have to deal with at “my” Garrison – still feels funny to think that the place is supposedly mine to manage and deal with. It’s not unlike the company back in Stormwind, same personnel matters. The usual dramas that you have when you put a group of people together in a fairly confined area in a strange place.
I will admit that one of the main reasons that I came to Draenor was because I wanted to be near my Sindorei, my beloved. Oh, I know that we’re older, however, I can assure you that the passion still runs as deep as it ever did between the two of us and we have been separated too many times in the past to want to endure it any longer. Yes, our son, Kaldor, is up here as well and I will admit that sometimes I think it embarrasses him to think that his parent may still have some kind of intimate life going on after all of these years. I almost have to laugh because he has his own Sentinel to deal with and one of these days, maybe, I might be a Grandmother, if Elune wishes it.
I’m very happy that Fnor and Kal are here in Draenor, however, my heart yearns to see my other children and my parents. I don’t understand this time thing at all and it concerns me a great deal. If you could truly feel time passing, I’d say that it is at a snail’s pace in Draenor, does that mean that the time on Azeroth is the same or what? It’s all very confusing to me and I can’t fathom if there could be a difference. Of course, there are mages that will transport you back to Azeroth and the correct time for a fee, however, you still need to get permission from your commanding officers above you to take one of those trips – there are people of higher rank that you have to answer too.
I will admit that I am enjoying seeing things the way that they supposedly existed in my time-line long before I was born. I dearly love Shadowmoon Valley and Nagrand, although, the creature comforts that I have aren’t there in this time period. For those of us that have lived in Nagrand prior to coming to Draenor, it is indeed quite the shock and the vastness of the area is wonderful. It takes time to adjust to these things without getting a little bit confused from time to time with landmarks that should be there and are not.
Fnor laughs about the fact that he has to lean heavily on his map reading to find his way around in some places because his memories of our time tend to over-ride what he sees in front of him. I can well imagine that he wants to get back to our Azeroth as much as I do.