#53

It’s a picture showing a group of horde people. In the distance the shape of two huge fel-hounds can be seen. Eishona writes below the picture in a strong hand. 







Wow, what a few days.. Weird dreams, weird events and then these huge murder dogs.

I met with my patrol yesterday, and we banded with some others from the Army of the Light, and with other patrols. Together, we went in this horrible region called Burning Throne. Oh but it stank of fel and sulphur. We fought our way through in to this.. this den I guess, a den of these dogs one person called Sargeras’ favourite hounds.  They are fearsome to behold. I had a hard time taking the picture, so nervous I was!

But we had strong males and females around, and I felt part of a greater purpose. That if we can bring these down, it’s a little less power for this so called Burning Legion. It was such a fight - we had scholars explain their strengths and weakness. We then divided up and most of us took to the purple hound. We had two people keeping them busy, with some healers dedicated to the person with the orange, and the rest of us on the other.

The pains and sensations I felt during this fight were so uncanny. I was pulled along the ground, stumbling and fighting for purchase at once point, and felt just… just a darkness pounding at me at other times. And the sounds they made. I never heard such a racket - I’ll never forget them. Choking, hacking barks, howling. Yikes, I shudder just thinking about it. We eventually brought them down though - we lost no one, it was a huge success! I wanted to take a picture at the end, but we regrouped quickly and departed the area to avoid drawing more attention to ourselves. I am told we’re doing this again later, deeper in the throne. I am filled with mixed emotions. This is the push they’ve been fighting for. That WE have been fighting for. It’s finally time - I hope we can rally again for the next battle.



Onto other things. I had the strangest dream the other day - I jotted it down briefly. But wow, I was in Stormheim, hunting for the camp I used to stay at. Goats. I was looking for goats. It was on the south eastern coast - it;s very rocky there, and so misty. The stones are often damp and slippy with how moist it is. But the goats there are large, fat off the lush grass where it can get a foothold. I had no kodo with me - it made sense, that’s not safe terrain for such large beasts. I had my eyes on a fine buck when the mist grew heavier and I could hear a voice! A voice! I turned and I saw Miss Rhosis - Miss Rhedin’s sister as I recall. Well there she was! I don;t recall all that was said - but I do recall she turned in to a dragon. Not like the one I hunted in Stormheim, but this curious green shape. I didn’t feel you know fear, but I was surprised. But I ended up on her back, then we saw miss Rhedin! The dream is so hazy after that but it felt so vivid.



I met with a person here, called a seer? She was a troll. She mentioned my spirit seemed troubled. I was hesitant, because who just says that? But she was kindly enough, and so I explained my weird dream. She said that who I dreamt of was a Dreamwalker of some kind, something druids have an ability for - to enter a dream and speak to the dreamer. That clearly, if Miss Rhosisn had visited, she might have a need for my being present. We took a meal together in our little corner of camp here as she talked of all of this - I’m glad we did. She looked so thin. Her armor was just some tatty robes that barely covered her.  But oh her eyes. When she spoke, her voice seemed to vibrate and her eyes as if to take on a brighter look. She’s powerful, I just don;t know what else was besides a seer. That’s what she called herself, a seer. She refused to give her name, saying it was a precious thing, that I should find my spirit name soon. Weird, right?

The whole  thing left me with so many more questions than answers - I need to sit in with that shaman again, maybe. That elder Wooshy, he seems to know things..or maybe find the Pinehoof again. Or I can ask my own tribe too, but I haven’t heard their voices on the feather lately. I do hear from Vik’wa on a daily basis - I can almost use her focus without touching it now - she says that’s good. That in time, I can summon her to my thoughts without touching anything. I exchange letters with Routledge whenever it;s possible. He’s still keeping the camp going. My goblin s he says, have not been by in a while - which I expect. Our trading is on hold until I return, and they likely found sidework until then . Ginja sends letters as she can, promising to get the team back together as soon as I am back and ready.

Well, I’m due for a meal soon, so I’ll close this here for now. I hope we have more to eat with the corn meal this time.