I awoke this morning stiff and sore. Last night was a trial the likes
of which I have not experienced in a long time. I traveled to
Thunderbluff to meet with Archmage Wyrmcurse, believing that this would
be a secluded and somewhat private location for us to speak. None of the
tauren speak our native language after all, and I had much to discuss
with him that was private.
I told him of my concerns over
Sindala, and we have made arrangements to take action to ensure that my
wayward cousin learns the true path of the Sin'dorei. I worry over
Vomher's excitement at the prospect of chastising Sindala, but I am sure
he will show enough restraint so that the girl is not permanently
damaged. He understands that she is my blood, and we are only taking
this course of action in order to help her learn, not to harm her. She
may not like what I have planned for her, but I would be remiss as her
cousin and blood if I did not at least make an attempt to show her the
truth.
While we were discussing events, a sudden cry went
up and the normally peaceful tauren began to panic. Many of them armed
themselves for war as winds began to pick up over the bluffs and the
tents that these native people are so fond of began to sway with the
force of the gusts. The Archmage and I, fearing some elemental attack
the likes of which assaulted Orgrimmar, prepared our best killing spells
and warded ourselves. We believed it would be no great difficulty
considering the ease with which the elementals were dispatched in
Orgrimmar several days prior. We could not have been more wrong.
The
horrors I witnessed last night will stay with me for a long time.
Elementals appeared everywhere, as if from thin air. Made of air and
water, they began to bodily hurl people around. The air elementals
especially were dangerous, as they had the capacity to steal the air
from a person's lungs. Many were choked to death. I myself was at one
point hurled from the bluffs by a blast of water vapor, and only quick
thinking and a slowfall spell saved me from a terrible fate on the rocks
below.
When I was able to get back to the top of the
bluffs, a horrible sight filled my vision. The Archmage had been knocked
unconscious, and many bluff watchers had been slain outright. Rampaging
elementals battled the few heavily outnumbered defenders, who put up a
valiant last stand. I immediately joined them, doing battle with many
dozens of the creatures at once, even as lightning split the air around
me and more were choked to death by the vapors.
At some
point during the battle a massive electrical charge struck me,
penetrating even my powerful wards. I was thrown through the air by the
force of the blast, and tumbled through one of the tents of the tauren.
The occupants had long since been slain. The force of the blow broke my
arm I think. It is all a haze of remembered pain now. I know I was
huddled beneath the fabric, the fingers on my left hand useless as I
tried to cast with only my right hand. I remember seeing my own blood
soak into the fertile soil of the bluff.
We lived through
the battle obviously, or I would not be writing in this journal even
now. Eventually reinforcements came to relieve the battered and brave
defenders. I was tended to as I stumbled along with the other wounded,
grateful just to be alive when so many others had perished.
I
did not think to say this, but I was wrong to dismiss these elementals
as a threat. They are a dire danger indeed, perhaps even more so than
the alliance and King Wrynn. If they came to our city...I shudder to
think of it really. So many Sin'dorei lives would be lost. I am glad I
did my part to battle the creatures, even if it was a painful and
emotionally draining experience.
Fortunately my House has
many excellent healers. Velmara was able to tend to the broken arm as
soon as I returned home, and it is simply sore now, as is the rest of my
body. I shall not overdo it today, and perhaps by this evening I will
be fully recovered.
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