Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author
I am sitting here in my garrison in Draenor after spending a great deal of time in the battle with the demons in the Broken Isles. I keep shaking my head because I had this gut feeling that something horrendous was going to happen at home while we were away assisting the people of Draenor. I even mentioned more than once at our meetings that we were forced to attend – no one seemed to think that anything was going to happen at home. Well, here we are, up to our necks in demons yet again.
The whole time we were fighting demons in Tanaan, didn’t anyone think that someone on the side of the Legion might realize that we had left our homes unguarded while we attended to Draenor. Of course, I was considered an “old soldier” and that my gut feelings were just that and nothing more – I felt vindicated somewhat when all Hell broke loose, however, that didn’t make me feel better about being right.
These demons are somewhat different, bigger, stronger and definitely more decidedly vicious. Of course, their leaders have had more time to study us and get their strategy in order. Being the foolish mortals that we are, we thought that after beating them once and forcing them back into the nether that we were finished with them – silly people. Oh well, at least I know that I will never suffer the fate of growing old and dying in bed – I will probably die as I have lived.
I know that my thoughts and dreams of having a peaceful Azeroth are pretty much dashed. I had hoped that once we finished the cleanup here in Draenor that I would be able to head to my home in our Nagrand in Outland with Amyn where we could retire in comfort and peace. Well, that could still happen if I chose to leave the Horde, lose everything that I own and everything that I have worked for my entire life.
Oh, we had a peaceful time there for a while when we still had the house in Dalaran and our family could live a somewhat normal life even with the faction differences. Things were peaceful and we could enjoy our family and friends until the event with Theramore happened and Jainia Proudmore went on her rampage.
I still laugh at the memories I have of my life in Dalaran. Oh, the joys we had there – the friends that are now gone – the parties and the warmth of having a home with my wife and our sons. I know that some of those people are no longer with us, however, that doesn’t mean I can’t have my memories to cling to for the better times that we all had together. I also remember the things that happened that weren’t quite so nice and the lifestyle that I used to live that caused so much pain to my family and my beloved wife. I was trying so hard to live a double life where my Sindorei friends could accept things and in turn, was hurting my wife and sons beyond belief. Such a selfish man I was back then until I learned what I wanted had always been there with Amyn and the boys. It was a hard lesson to learn, however, I value what I have now more than anyone could realize.
Your lessons in life can sometimes have a horrible cost attached to them, however, once they are learned, you never repeat the same fallacy again if you’re even remotely intelligent.
I apologize, my mind is wandering quite a bit this morning and that has to do with the fact that I am bone weary and I can’t get the stench of the burnt Fel out of my nostrils. The stench of burnt Fel and the stench of demon blood is not a combination that will increase your love of battle. At least with all of this happening back on Azeroth, we are free to travel from Draenor to Azeroth as needed – finally.