All is quiet.
All is still.
Save for the rhythmic exhales from Azrael over my left shoulder, there isn't a sound to be heard. I'm sitting here atop this Zangramarsh Mushroom Cap looking back into Nagrand. Below me is Windyreed Pass. It's a place I come to find balance. To find peace. Outland, though it has been ravaged by forces I still have yet to understand, has an eerie beauty about it.
Organized Chaos.
As in Azeroth, Mother has a way of handling the "misdoings" of her parasitic inhabitants. In a way, she has her own raids to contend with. To her, there is no Alliance, Horde or Burning Legion. To her, we are all equally guilty of crimes against her.
It's times like this, I try to reflect and remember where I came from. There was a time when we Kaldorei were respectful of her. Unfortunately, I see that slipping further and further away as we focus more on the battle at hand. I can't help but feel we will all pay the price in the end.
But I digress...
Word came to me this morning that Teliko is attempting to rally forces to venture back into Serpentshrine Cavern tonight. I look forward to being with my comrades once again. The holidays always seem to leave me longing to be with my partners in battle. I have no family here, I have to kin here. My family is Summit and standing with them makes me happiest. My blades are sharpened, my arrows straight and true.
I must venture to Shattrath for drink and hunt buzzard for Azrael's Kibler's Bits before heading to the stone in Coilfang. My time here on this mushroom cap is done. My rest finished.
The Battle beckons...
~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar
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