• Depression sucks.
• No matter what they believe, the refrigerator is not an appropriate playground for kittens.
• Rice with butter and salt. Mmmmm.
• I always manage to bring up food in the Odds and Ends posts.
• Why were Mondays chosen as the busiest day of the week? Isn’t it bad enough that it’s Monday?
• Receiving an email from a friend not seen in nearly 10 years leaves a warm, fuzzy feeling.
• Level grinding sucks.
• Rep grinding sucks worse.
• After a while you don’t notice calluses anymore.

There was a damp chill in the air as Ebonywind saddled Naha and prepared for the journey from Terokkar to Nagrand. The road would take her back through the depths of the forest and through Shattrath to reach her destination. Perhaps a few days in the saddle would do her some good. She could think about nothing. Let her mind focus on riding, on the trees as they passed, the sounds of leaves and twigs underneath Naha’s feet.
 
She settled Chicken into the small carrier strapped on one side of Naha’s saddle and Daega into the large sling on the other side. The animals settled in quickly, some instinct telling them they were leaving this place that frightened them so. She mounted in silence and urged Naha to the gate, leaving Stonebreaker Hold without even so much as a look back. She realized she had just been another body there. Yet another come to fight for them for a while then move on. Nobody in the place ever became friendly with the transients. Even if they did stay for long periods, it was only a matter of time before they died to the world they fought for. She felt no remorse. No farewells offered or given. She was far too worn out to be concerned about either.

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Megaly stomped into her room and threw her fishing pole roughly into the corner. She splashed some water into the basin on the dresser and scrubbed vigorously at her face, trying to wash away the events of the evening. Wiping her face on a nearby towel, she looked around for a bottle, a flask, anything that contained something strong and alcoholic. Her flask sat on the bedside table and she snatched at it, drinking the liquid within down. It burned her throat and she coughed after a minute, gasping for air. It burned in her stomach and only intensified the sick feeling she had.

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Since there was such an interest in my last blog post on rp clothes, I had made a promise to expand it to other races. Here is the first of those. Please note, currently I am only working on females since that is what I play primarily. If there is additional interest, I will expand it to include males.

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Word spread quickly through the city that the orcs were coming. A force greater than any we had faced. They were changed as well. As if they had become part of the fel magicks they turned on us. The scouts reported that they were like man’ari. Something so evil as to be nothing like they once were.
 
We did not have to be told we had no chance against them. The decision that Velen made we all accepted with resignation. We could not all flee. They would hunt us and wipe out our entire race. Some of us would have to remain. Not to fight, though. To give the appearance that the city was fully occupied. That those left were all that remained of our people.
 
One could see the decision broke Velen’s heart. Each person, each family, that he chose to remain behind left yet another line of pain etched forever upon his face. They accepted it, those chosen to die. They would give their lives for the chance that some of our people would still live. They would fight, but we all knew it was a fight that could not be won.

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Snowbreeze watched her youngest daughter laying in the soft grass out near the stream. Three days she had lay there. There was no cheerful laughter, no children’s games, even the rocket bot she so loved sat within her tent untouched. The young Tauren simply lay in the grass staring at the water.

She felt Redmane’s presence moments before her mate laid his hand on her shoulder. “Is something wrong with Gentlewind?” He asked quietly.

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I just got an update from Anna over at Too Many Annas! She and Spaceship Husband are safe but she can’t load her blog from there. She intends to stay where she is until the power is back on at home. Much <3 to the Anna!

I don’t remember anything for many hours after learning that my home, my sister, everything I loved, was destroyed. I could not think nor feel. The wounded were prepared for travel and sent on their way. Some could not be moved, so many of us chose to remain behind to care for them and to defend the Temple. Prophet Velen left with the wounded. There could be no other choice. If none of the rest of us survived, he must.

I chose to stay. My patients needed me, the Temple needed me, and there was nothing waiting for me in Shattrath. The only family I had on this world was Yaaniesa and she was now gone. I felt empty inside. All I could cling to was the power of the Light. I held to me the image of the Temple as I first saw it. This was our most sacred temple and I would stay and fight the orcs for it. It was all I had.

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Ebonywind lay in the dark listening to the strange night sounds in this place. Terokkar forest was frightening during the day, moreso at night. The strange howls and moans that whispered through the trees chilled the blood. Fortunately she was sleeping in a large, straw filled bed tonight. The noises had badly frightened Daega and Chicken and both creatures insisted on sleeping with her. She knew she was going to have to train the young elekk out of that habit before she got much larger. She did not look forward to a full grown elekk trying to climb into a hammock with her.

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We’ve all taken up study of the blade. It seems so strange to me, learning to hold it to take a life rather than for the simpler tasks which I am used to. I am glad you are not here, sister. I do not think I would like seeing the look of war upon your face.

The word is strange. War. Combat for survival against another race. Ever we have tried to live peacefully with the other races we met along our great journey. Even the orcs. I remember that day three summers ago when we heard that fever swept through the village of orcs not far from here. You, Aloor and two others took potions and supplies to aid the weakened tribe. You were so gentle in your assessment of them. You described their gratitude as “gruff”. I do not think even you could find such kindness in your heart now.

I do not know how much you have heard in the Temple. Perhaps a great deal considering that is where Prophet Velen resides. But there is no kindness towards the orcs now. They defile our dead, they sack and slaughter our people mindlessly. They murder children and babes in the womb. They desecrate our holy places. And still we know not why.

All of the children and injured of Anlenor have been sent to the safety of Shattrath. How long they will remain safe there is uncertain. It seems lately there are more injured than healthy. We fear we will have to abandon our home soon.

I do not know if I will be able to write again. Things have changed so much. I miss the gentle summer evenings listening to the song of the river and the night birds. No more do they sing. The sounds of the night now are terrifying or mournful. I care not to listen any longer.

Please stay safe in Karabor.

Your loving sister,
Yaaniesa

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