#18
A dark photo of Eishona, part of her kodo and a slightly irritated Forsaken is glued to the pages of the journal. The eager looking doe is clad in a newer armor; gold and green, laying atop leather. Underneath the photo, the word ‘Stormheim!’ is written enthusiastically. In the background, caravan wagons can be seen being unloaded.
The entry is a long one, wax drippings show the doe was writing via candle light, and had a few awkward moments trying to move the candle.
What a trip! I had no idea people sailed on this ocean stuff - oh my. I’m not sure I care for ocean travel at all. I might try portals again if it beats the awful sick feeling I had getting here.
Our caravan was contracted out to help supply some Forsaken (those are the dead-not-dead people) outposts in this placed called Stormheim. We arrived in the night, and were pushed hard to arrive in the cover of darkness. Our escorts mentioned night raids weren’t too common, but to be safe we moved fast.
So much has come to mind since we stopped in Stonetalon. We barely made it to Mulgore when we were bought out. I met this amazing tribe in the Stonetalon Mountains - I met this white Shu’halo ‘Sunwalker’ called Lanoga, and a demon lady - she looked like what I told a demon was supposed to look like. I was rude to her, I admit - but I learned later (after an apology!) she has a duty of her own. I’m hoping to meet with her and Lani again - they were such nice people. But anyhow, I’m hoping to meet with this tribe again. I was able to ask freely about the people I am from, and not be stared at. But every day I am learning. We spoke of the beliefs of the Shu’halo people, and it makes me want to ask more questions. I might write to Miss Rushala again.
I miss Tahalem. I fear he’ll be upset I haven’t been able to write very well. I think some of my letters got lost, or he’s not answering - we’ll see. I’m not sure when we’re going back to Kalimdor. Drik himself looks unsettled. He’s usually in charge, telling us what we need to do. But this other fellow, a dead-not-dead man, is giving us lists, orders. He’s planned for me to go on a hunt this afternoon. To be sure, I think the dead-not-dead people make Drik nervous. I’m wary of them too. I don’t understand how they can be.. who they are. How do the dead walk? I must apply to Miss Rushala - I bet she’d know. But I only just really met them, so while I have my reservations, I aim to be polite. They are paying very well at least.
Time to go prepare for that hunt.. He wants.. so many goats brought down.
The entry is a long one, wax drippings show the doe was writing via candle light, and had a few awkward moments trying to move the candle.
What a trip! I had no idea people sailed on this ocean stuff - oh my. I’m not sure I care for ocean travel at all. I might try portals again if it beats the awful sick feeling I had getting here.
Our caravan was contracted out to help supply some Forsaken (those are the dead-not-dead people) outposts in this placed called Stormheim. We arrived in the night, and were pushed hard to arrive in the cover of darkness. Our escorts mentioned night raids weren’t too common, but to be safe we moved fast.
So much has come to mind since we stopped in Stonetalon. We barely made it to Mulgore when we were bought out. I met this amazing tribe in the Stonetalon Mountains - I met this white Shu’halo ‘Sunwalker’ called Lanoga, and a demon lady - she looked like what I told a demon was supposed to look like. I was rude to her, I admit - but I learned later (after an apology!) she has a duty of her own. I’m hoping to meet with her and Lani again - they were such nice people. But anyhow, I’m hoping to meet with this tribe again. I was able to ask freely about the people I am from, and not be stared at. But every day I am learning. We spoke of the beliefs of the Shu’halo people, and it makes me want to ask more questions. I might write to Miss Rushala again.
I miss Tahalem. I fear he’ll be upset I haven’t been able to write very well. I think some of my letters got lost, or he’s not answering - we’ll see. I’m not sure when we’re going back to Kalimdor. Drik himself looks unsettled. He’s usually in charge, telling us what we need to do. But this other fellow, a dead-not-dead man, is giving us lists, orders. He’s planned for me to go on a hunt this afternoon. To be sure, I think the dead-not-dead people make Drik nervous. I’m wary of them too. I don’t understand how they can be.. who they are. How do the dead walk? I must apply to Miss Rushala - I bet she’d know. But I only just really met them, so while I have my reservations, I aim to be polite. They are paying very well at least.
Time to go prepare for that hunt.. He wants.. so many goats brought down.
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