A night journey through Azeroth

(this post is in character)

It was late and I could not sleep. Visions of a catastrophic event have been haunting me. The elemental invasions are getting more frequent each day. Something is coming, I can feel it. Something told me that I should go out and see places before things change forever. It didn’t feel right going out in my battle armor, so I put on some simple leather clothing. It felt good to be in clothing like that again, remembering simple times, being close to the Earthmother. I admit, with the events of the late, battling the Lich King, I haven’t talked to the Earthmother in quite some time, nor have I connected to nature as much as I should. As a druid, I should be spending more time healing the lands. Yet, something feels uneasy. The land shakes and screams out in pain. I can hear it. It’s unsettling. Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I put on my favorite hat and headed out from Thunder Bluff on my kodo and made my first stop in Camp Taurajo.

Sitting in Camp T.

It has been a while since I visited this place.  It’s quite peaceful here, far from the Alliance.  I remember the day when I as a young druid set out from Mulgore for the first time and headed here.  I was in training to learn how to shift into bear form.  The first time I stepped hoof out here, I was wide eyed, and not paying attention.  I walked right into a stormhide and almost got myself killed.  I never ran so fast in my young life, and that was before I learned how to turn into a cheetah!   Something tells me I’m going to miss this place.  I don’t know why, but I have a foreboding feeling that this place is going to be overrun by Alliance soon.

Next, I headed south to Thousand Needles and made a stop at Freewind Post.   I spent a little time at the bonfire before taking a long look over the valley from up here.  It is quite an impressive sight.

Freewind Post bonfire

Overlooking Thousand Needles

From here, I made a stop through Shimmering Flats to take a look at the raceway.   I remember watching many a race here, tossing back a few cold ales while watching the goblins and gnomes race it out.

Mirage Raceway

I had to  take one last look at Daisy, the race girl. I wonder what will become of her?

Daisy

Next stop was Tanaris, and my old favorite fishing spot:  the docks at Steamwheedle Port.  As a young tauren, I spent many hours fishing on these docks, long before the dark portal to Outlands was reopened, and way before the Lich King made his presence known again.  Those were simple times.  How I miss them. It’s been ages since I spent any quality time here.  Perhaps I will have to make stop here later this week and relax, forget that the world is falling apart around me, and just enjoy fishing at this spot.

Steamwheedle Port. My favorite fishing spot

Next I made a stop at Orgrimmar, and landed to see the city burning again.  Sigh.  Another elemental invasion.  When will they stop?  What is causing this?

Orgrimmar in flames

I had planned to go explore further tonight, but I finally started to get sleepy and decided to make my way back home to my little hut in Thunder Bluff on Elder Rise.

Sleeping

As I laid my weary body down on the rug,  a bluff watcher passed by, asking me “Are you ok, Spirit?”  I just nodded and gave a weak smile, answering “Yes, I am fine, thank you, friend.”

But am I really?  I can’t shake these feelings of dread, of what is to come.  I thank the Earthmother that my mate, Amaya, passed on many seasons ago.  She was a druid as well.   I wouldn’t want her to go through what I am going through right now.  Our land is trembling, crumbling.  I feel every plant and animal crying out in fear at what is happening around us.

Closing my eyes I wondered, what will I wake up to in the morning?  What is to become of our world?

I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.