We all thought that Deepholm was the end of the World as we knew it, however, we survived or most of us did. All I can say is that that is not a place that I plan on visiting frequently in the future. Sure, we fought the fight and still had to give everything back because the Earthen Ring people were told to leave. What ugly creatures live in that desolate place. Living beings made up entirely of stone, yet, they are sentient beings.
I just thank Elune that we weren’t there as long as we could have been because the whole time I was there, I felt that there were things hiding in the darkness watching us with the thoughts that a Sentinel might be good to eat. No, it wasn’t one of those places where you could relax your guard for even a moment.
No, I haven’t even had a chance to make it back to Dolonaar to see my parents or the little ones before we were reassigned to another area. We go from cold and darkness surrounding us to the desert with heat and bright light. At least we are out in the open and feel the desert wind across our faces – we are able to see trees in some of the oasis areas as well as plenty of water. I never thought that I would miss seeing trees and water as much as I did in that hole in the ground.
We are currently working out of an area called Ramahken, which appears to be the capital of the area. Such strange catlike creatures live here and they aren’t all that friendly to us, however, they appear to need our help in getting the Cultists out of their country.
I can remember my Sindorei talking about this place and I even have been here briefly to only sit in the city and watch the people pass by. This is where Fnor came to recover from that cold and that awful potion that his best friend gave him for that – Naturally, being men, they got drunk and Dawnglory shot my Sindorei in a drunken stupor. That’s the real reason that I was there – to take care of my mate. Naturally, I didn’t see much of anything other than the city back then and didn’t get out in the field to do any investigating. It does seem like I am following in my Sindorei’s footsteps so that I can get assigned to duty in Panderia.
I know that the majority of the other Sentinels are happy to be here. It’s all of the things that the last assignment wasn’t. Naturally, there are dangers here that I had heard stories of – the sandstorms, the buried creatures that will pop out of a mound of Earth and attack you. Naturally we are scouting out the areas where the Cultists have infiltrated for a future attack.
At least the hunting that we can do is profitable and we are able to feed ourselves some fare that we are more comfortable in eating, even if everything seems to have a fine coating of sand, no matter what precautions we attempt to take to avoid it.
The only thing that I am worried about right now is my lack of mail from my family. With the luck that we all have been having, it’s probably in a sack back in that abysmal place that we just left as quickly as we could. I have been told to watch some of my other Sentinels for any signs of emotional trauma that might cause them to do things that they might not normally do. We lost a few due to the claustrophobia in Deepholm – it was hard to handle when all you’ve known your entire life is open spaces, sunlight and trees. We may be Sentinels, however, we have emotions just like any other person.
The fight was hard in Deepholm, I know that there were several times that the light would play tricks on your eyes and you couldn’t tell what direction you were going. I know that I have always taken great pride in my sense of direction, however, I was used to using the stars to guide me most of the time. In Deepholm, there are no stars, only blackness and even the air moving down there moved in a strange way.
The Cultists seem to be a blight that is moving across Azeroth. Religious Zealots following their beliefs even if it means that it would destroy the world. Dragons leading people to their deaths seems to be their belief – they are to be saved, sacrificed and risen much like the old days of the Scourge. I think the Cultists are far worse than the Scourge – until they start their chanting and ranting, they look like any other person. Enemies that blend in with society that you can barely tell which are friends or foes.
I know a few of the Sentinels are starting to feel like it is okay to just kill everyone and hope that they were all cultists. It has some merit, however, I worry about the collateral damage that may be occurring. Yes, we’re warriors and it is our profession to protect our beliefs as much as the Cultists want to protect their own.
I know my sons probably would not recognize their Mother these days. I am getting used to the rigors and the on-going training that we endure to be the best that we can be, no matter the location. We’re definitely learning how to be desert fighters here and we’ve all had our turn at learning how to meld into our surroundings when we’re out on patrols.
I may feel more alive being with the Sentinels again, however, that doesn’t mean that I don’t miss some of my past life – I miss my family, I miss sleeping in a bed with clean sheets that doesn’t have a fine glazing of sand to rub harshly against your skin as you sleep.
I miss my husband most of all. That is one of the main reasons that I am doing the things that I am doing right now. I am not going to let a war or anything else keep me away from him. We’ve sacrificed too much of our time in our lives to political strife and battles – we need to find a place in Azeroth where we can be together without fear of retribution. Shattrath seems to be the only safe haven for us these days since we are no longer welcome in Dalaran.
I don’t think I will ever tell my Sindorei what I saw in Dalaran on my last visit. Our home is no longer recognizable as a dwelling that we once shared with our family. With all the time and money that Fnor had invested in that place to make it a home was all for naught. It’s not even a phantom of what it once was and it’s doubtful that I will be returning there in the near future.
The only thing that I am truly focusing on now is going through each assignment that we are giving alive because that will bring me one step closer to Panderia and my husband…and my eldest son.