*Biara has left her journal lying open in her tent.*
It
has been many long months since I've taken up quill and ink to write
within this book. Perhaps, for a time, I didn't need to spell out my
thoughts on paper, or perhaps events went so quickly that I was unable
to give them the proper words. Regardless, I now find myself with a bit
of time, and many thoughts rushing through my mind that seek to be
released onto a blank page.
Where to begin? How
does one sort out so many changes in ones life? Since my last writing, I
have found love. I have been attacked. I have rescued those who were
lost from the darkest of powers. I have shattered alliances and forged
new ones on common ground. I have founded a military company destined to
protect Quel'Thalas from harm eternally. All of this and more I've
done, and yet I feel there is so much left yet to finish.
It
is times like these that I think back on the past. Of those who have
come and gone, both the good and bad. What would my friend Jazari think
of me now, if he were here to see me? He long ago gave up pretense of
being part of his alliance, and from last reports I hear he simply
disappeared into his own world of adventure. I envy him that sometimes;
the fact that he had so few responsibilities that he could simply lay
them down and step away.
At the same time, I am
proud that I have not laid down my burdens. Rather, I feel I have taken
more upon myself. My renewed commitment to the cause of the Horde has
led to the founding of my Blackhearts company, and it has achieved much
success. It has also met with bitter loss, and I am now directly
responsible for those lives that are with us no longer. It is a heavy
thought and enough to drag one's heart down to the depths of despair.
And
yet, my heart is not heavy. In fact, it is the opposite; I feel elated.
I have finally found someone who I can trust fully, who I can put all
of my love and life into and feel their own love and joy flowing back
into me. I speak of the priestess Elunearia Moonblade, who has become
the very essence of my heart and soul. Without her, without her Light to
guide me along my path, I fear I would have fallen to the darkness of
my own cravings and the things I've been afflicted with or afflicted
others with. She is the light that drives off the darkness, the source
of my joy and the one thing that I know will keep my purpose pure for
the many long years to come. I would do anything for her, go to any
length to protect and nourish what she represents. It is elves like her
that will make Quel'Thalas the beautiful place it once was, and I would
protect that from outside influence so that one day she can go on to do
exactly that.
I sit here now in a crude tent made
of animal skins, deep in the vegitation around Zul'Aman, but the world
around me is nothing compared to the warmth in my heart. Originally I
had sent a detatchment of our Blackhearts here, but they suffered
horrific casualties, so I have come myself to aid in the efforts and we
have met with much success. The enemy has been pushed back, and my magic
has taken the lives of many trolls who sought to undo the work of the
Warchief and harm the Horde. I have even been rewarded with a gift of
ceremonial troll garb used in their sacred rites. Although the garb is
somewhat barbaric in appearance, it is flattering; perhaps I will wear
it when I return to Silvermoon and show Elunearia. I suspect she may
like it!
I can spend little more time writing for
the moment, as I must take my rest before we face the foe again. I will
return to Silvermoon when these tasks are complete, and continue both
my research as well as my duties to protect Horde lands, even if that
means I must don my war robes once more. Such is my life, a duty that I
have chosen to accept regardless of cost. I will forever stand for
Quel'Thalas, until its gates welcome me home for the last time.
*The entry stops here, and the rest of the journal appears to be warded.*
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