Dear Summit...

I come to you on bended knee.

Azrael and I have wandered from one side of Azeroth to the other in search of the meaning of what we do here. With the trials and tribulations each of us face on a day to day basis, each of us has our own methods of dealing with that aspect that haunts our innermost thoughts.

Being the hunter that I am, I find solace alone in the vast wilderness of Azeroth to console with the gods. I was lost and I was not entirely certain that I wanted to be found. In my daily communes I was repeatedly told to return to that which I came. I resisted. I knew there was another path to my destiny. I fought on. I searched the continents to no avail.

My destiny is Summit.

In Summit, lies my family. In Summit, I find peace. In Summit, victory shines upon us. So in Summit, I must return. The journey back to my comrades has been a treacherous one. Many guilds have sought me out and requested my presense amongst their ranks. Some offers I had accepted only to discover that something was amiss. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I was not comforted. I was not at peace. It was then that I realized that the reason for these troubled feelings was but a single cause - These guilds were not Summit. These guilds were not home. Make no mistake, the members of these guilds are of highest honor and I would gladly fight at their sides if called upon. But I cannot in good conscience remain in the ranks of heroes when I long to be elsewhere.

So it is with that idea, that I come to you humbly and ask to return home. The one place where I feel the warmth of family. The one place that I long to break bread with trusted and long known friends.

That place is Summit. My family, my guild... My home.

~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar