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This voyage has been...interesting.
Ten and I reported to the dock this morning - yesterday morning? It's hard to tell down here. - to ship out with some other Horde soldiers for the new island. For the most part the trip was uneventful. It was a mercenary ship, but well-maintained, and with so many Horde soldiers on board armed to the teeth there was little chance we'd have any trouble with pirates. It wasn't until we were nearly there that we were attacked, not by the Alliance or pirates but by a giant monster! Everything that happened then is a blur of creaking wood and splashing ocean and the screams of men I never would have thought capable of fear. The ship went down, and it was only thanks to the help of some shaman who were investigating the area that we survived. Yes, we: Ten and I both made it through unhurt, and we even managed to stay together through it.
We ended up spending the day helping the shaman and the other surviving Horde soldiers save survivors and fend off the naga that keep attacking down here. The shaman made it so we can breathe and made it a little easier to move. They even helped us tame some seahorses! It's not at all what I expected to be doing, but it's not a bad change at all. I like helping people for once, and the naga give my swords all that they need. I have to keep chipping ice off my armor, and Ten's hair is going to be a total wreck, but it's better than the battlefield I thought we'd see. As long as I can keep myself bandaged up enough to stop the fish from nibbling I'll be just fine down here.
It's given me a chance to forget my departure from the Undercity. Meridith has been working with the Apothecaries in the field, and she heard that Koltira Deathweaver had gotten in trouble with Sylvanas in Andorhal for what she called "carrying on relations with the enemy". I assume she means that human Death Knight Thassarian, the one he was friends with before (as much as Scourge can be said to have "friends"). She didn't say much specific, the whole point of telling me seemed to be to threaten me. She's not happy about my continued relationship with a Blood Elf. To her all living people are potential enemies, and she sees it as treason waiting to happen. She said the Dark Lady had "something truly horrible and absolutely necessary" planned for Koltira, something to break him, and she implied that the same thing could happen to me. I was so angry all I could do was walk out. The success the Forsaken have had on the field thanks to the RAS has made her head swell. She's not my commander anymore. After this, she's not even my friend. Fuck her.
But I'm not going to think about that. We're here, and there's no reason to let that bother me. There's no shortage of fish for me to cook for Ten's breakfast. I should go find some.
Ten and I reported to the dock this morning - yesterday morning? It's hard to tell down here. - to ship out with some other Horde soldiers for the new island. For the most part the trip was uneventful. It was a mercenary ship, but well-maintained, and with so many Horde soldiers on board armed to the teeth there was little chance we'd have any trouble with pirates. It wasn't until we were nearly there that we were attacked, not by the Alliance or pirates but by a giant monster! Everything that happened then is a blur of creaking wood and splashing ocean and the screams of men I never would have thought capable of fear. The ship went down, and it was only thanks to the help of some shaman who were investigating the area that we survived. Yes, we: Ten and I both made it through unhurt, and we even managed to stay together through it.
We ended up spending the day helping the shaman and the other surviving Horde soldiers save survivors and fend off the naga that keep attacking down here. The shaman made it so we can breathe and made it a little easier to move. They even helped us tame some seahorses! It's not at all what I expected to be doing, but it's not a bad change at all. I like helping people for once, and the naga give my swords all that they need. I have to keep chipping ice off my armor, and Ten's hair is going to be a total wreck, but it's better than the battlefield I thought we'd see. As long as I can keep myself bandaged up enough to stop the fish from nibbling I'll be just fine down here.
It's given me a chance to forget my departure from the Undercity. Meridith has been working with the Apothecaries in the field, and she heard that Koltira Deathweaver had gotten in trouble with Sylvanas in Andorhal for what she called "carrying on relations with the enemy". I assume she means that human Death Knight Thassarian, the one he was friends with before (as much as Scourge can be said to have "friends"). She didn't say much specific, the whole point of telling me seemed to be to threaten me. She's not happy about my continued relationship with a Blood Elf. To her all living people are potential enemies, and she sees it as treason waiting to happen. She said the Dark Lady had "something truly horrible and absolutely necessary" planned for Koltira, something to break him, and she implied that the same thing could happen to me. I was so angry all I could do was walk out. The success the Forsaken have had on the field thanks to the RAS has made her head swell. She's not my commander anymore. After this, she's not even my friend. Fuck her.
But I'm not going to think about that. We're here, and there's no reason to let that bother me. There's no shortage of fish for me to cook for Ten's breakfast. I should go find some.