[Chalfriald] Entry Thirty-Two
Oh Fel, my head. I don't even know what led me to drink that much last night but it feels like there's a tauren on my head. It feels a bit better after a morning dip, those Southies better learn to find a new fishing spot because I ain't moving. I think I recall talk of magic, that's what started it. Fuck mages, forever. Started every goddamn problem on Azeroth. Still, I seemed to get in a nastier rant than usual. It was probably the bar picking on my intelligence as usual, which I don't mind because I'm usually just playing stupid. Not in this case, but I'm so sorry, the Gilneas Guard never taught their men the cornerstones of magic and how it differs from alchemy. All of it is unnatural bullshit as far as I'm concerned, and if it causes problems you decapitate the ones responsible. Even if it means we have to burn down the infected regions of Gilneas, let it be done, if I learned anything from nature it's that everything regrows. Better than having anything left to remember those maggoty ass rotfucks that ever dared set foot past our wall. The rest of the argument is blurry, I just remember near the end where Nils preached something about not understanding loss like a Sentinel. What the fuck does that mean, I haven't lived long enough to see a millennium's worth of death and fighting? There's absolutely no point in ever comparing a human to an elf, they don't know what's like to be "young lived", as they call it. I do not ever want to have a serious conversation about loss, intentionally getting into a fight is one thing, Chalfriald getting pissed off gets much nastier. For either party.
And at some point among my drunken sleep stirring, I couldn't stop looping that end of the argument over and over. Loss, does a Gilnean knows loss, does everyone know it? Do we have it worse, or are we just up to par with every other war torn country at this point in time? I hate thinking about it, there is no point in ever comparing loss. Shit happens, you wipe, you get on with life, with whatever you have left. A man cannot dawdle on what he could have done differently in the past, paths like that lead to madness. Even I'm wise enough to know that. ... Fuck, I feel like I need a drink again. Or better yet, get going on my assignment, maybe a nether torn world of hellish heat and demonic orcs can get some things off my mind. Like the tauren jumping up and down on it.
I hope to make it back tonight for me and Jenehvive's duel, heh. Should be easy practice after what lies in store this afternoon, but it's fun watching her try. Speaking of blood splattered dates, I should start planning that journey to Gilneas, I owe her some very thorny roses. I'm sure some of the Liners would be glad to see our home again.
And at some point among my drunken sleep stirring, I couldn't stop looping that end of the argument over and over. Loss, does a Gilnean knows loss, does everyone know it? Do we have it worse, or are we just up to par with every other war torn country at this point in time? I hate thinking about it, there is no point in ever comparing loss. Shit happens, you wipe, you get on with life, with whatever you have left. A man cannot dawdle on what he could have done differently in the past, paths like that lead to madness. Even I'm wise enough to know that. ... Fuck, I feel like I need a drink again. Or better yet, get going on my assignment, maybe a nether torn world of hellish heat and demonic orcs can get some things off my mind. Like the tauren jumping up and down on it.
I hope to make it back tonight for me and Jenehvive's duel, heh. Should be easy practice after what lies in store this afternoon, but it's fun watching her try. Speaking of blood splattered dates, I should start planning that journey to Gilneas, I owe her some very thorny roses. I'm sure some of the Liners would be glad to see our home again.