#35

Glued to the page is the picture of what seems to be a friendly tauren bull; with a bad eye. His armor is bedecked in bones; feathers and little bells. Eishona has written under it ‘A new friend on Argus!!’ -  followed by a new entry.




I was called back to this Argus place - a nice elf from this Unseen Path group explained that all people who can, should try to help. And.. well.. I have to agree. So I went back - I’ve been here almost two weeks now, battling as I can and assisting where possible. It’s.. it’s been hellish work. I reek of sulphur and demon blood most of the time, and my kodo are exhausted.  I miss Routledge; and our little home in Highmountain. I miss the tribe.  I miss the feel of the sun on my face. I was able this time, to leave Routy a letter saying I was going - and that I’d be back in a couple weeks. (I hope).

I see so many coming and going here - some on stretchers, others on foot or mounted, ready to battle. Most do not speak to each other. It’s a bit lonely. I sleep in a corner of Krokul Hovel, usually beside the kodo. I’ve had dreams of a  ghostly moose still - with no way to explain it. The nicer Draenei here claim it’s the spirits of Azeroth trying to reach out, that I might gain an understanding if I open my mind.

As far as I could see, it’s just a moose that I can see through, that does not appreciate my hunting in a forest. But I met a weird bull on my way around the Shattered Fields. He walked slowly, with his head raised to the sky, a hand held aloft. I stopped, thinking he needed help, but he shook his head. I stopped to chat - as seemed polite. He sounded so old! One of his eyes was cloudy, the brown sunken some.  Turns out he’s a shaman, and something about spirits. He walks with them?  Whatever - he kept saying the spirits spoke of hardship coming my way. He wouldn’t really say anymore - it was a little creepy - I won’t lie. We ended up sharing a small meal together before I had to go - he let me take a picture, and gave me a small bead. He said, “When you feel ready, call out, and I will hear you.”

I assume it’s like the feathers the tribe uses - we speak or think to it, and we can hear each other. It’s not a foreign concept I admit, just. Just weird. Vik’wa and I used a crystal she made; though the one I have cracked - and my letters haven’t been answered lately. I hope she’s alright.


Well, I’m due to go help out- I hope I can go home soon.