What the hell happened?
I was in Gadgetzan when things went bad. I’d gone down there to check on the status of the Phoenix’s rebuild. The mechanic didn’t have time to speak with me so I took in a little rock climbing. I was on the side of a mountain when the tremor hit. At first I thought it was another earthquake, but it grew stronger and the ledge I was holding onto broke away in my hand. The last thing I remember is falling and Scarlet barking wildly.
I woke up in a cot with a screaming headache and a lady goblin medic changing my IV. She wouldn’t let me sit up. She couldn’t tell me much about what happened other than something about a dragon and massive upheaval all over the planet. I couldn’t make any sense of what she was saying. My worg did not survive my accident and Scarlet was nowhere in sight when I was rescued. When I heard that I ripped the IV out of my arm and shoved the little green chick out of my way; I had to find my hyena. Sitting up made pain rush over my body; I had six crude stitches in the top of my head. I healed myself to relieve the pain and put my leathers back on. Nasty little goblins had stripped me down nude. The medic protested the entire time, but she had no way to stop me; she barely came up to my knee. I thanked her for her help, tossed some gold onto the cot and rushed out into the bright Tanaris sun.
I didn’t know how much time had passed since my fall. Things looked different from how I remembered them. I purchased a new worg from a shifty goblin at the stables. Leaving the small city I could tell it would not be easy to track Scarlet; any tracks she may have left were long gone. I could only assume she was still alive. She -felt- alive, as strange as that sounds, so I set out in the direction that -felt- right; South. It was a long ride under the unforgiving sun in the harsh wind, through dust storms, fighting off tunneling worms. Eventually I was successful in finding my hyaenidae soul mate wandering aimlessly in some ruins. We ran to each other and I cried happily into her lush red fur. I was so scared I’d lost her forever. As I held her tightly in my arms I felt her stomach was firm; I think she may be carrying cubs.
I took a flight out of a Sin’dorei campsite in Southern Tanaris into Orgrimmar and left Scarlet there in the care of the stable master. Because of her condition, I do not feel comfortable taking her anywhere. Before leaving Tanaris I talked with the Sin’dorei who reported that Quel’thalas and Silvermoon were spared during the tearing apart of the Eastern Kingdoms. With this knowledge I felt secure taking a short detour to Ashenvale before rushing home. Much of the woods are damaged but Stardust Ruins have been left untouched. I fell to my knees in the spot where I shed my blood at Aelvern’s hands; the spot where I gave him my last name, and thanked the Light for sparing so many important things in my life. Scarlet, Elven lands, my ruins, and with my best assumptions; my family. From Ashenvale I continued on to Darkshore. That land is fractured beyond repair. There are raging rivers and waterfalls and a giant tornado. Cultists have moved in and set up a giant campsite on the shore. I fear Darkshore can never be healed. Seeing the land like that made me so worried about the accuracy of the news I’d received about Quel'thalas that I’d turned around.
I’m on my way back home now; I should be in Eversong in a day or two. I haven’t been this homesick in a very long time. I can hardly wait to see my husband again. I want to see my home on the cliff with the gently crashing waves. I want to walk the streets of my city. I want to curl up in bed with my pregnant hyena.
After I’ve settled in and I’m sure things are okay at home, I need to send letters to Penwyn and Helthir, Kae, Crow and Kriann to see that they are all alright as well.
I woke up in a cot with a screaming headache and a lady goblin medic changing my IV. She wouldn’t let me sit up. She couldn’t tell me much about what happened other than something about a dragon and massive upheaval all over the planet. I couldn’t make any sense of what she was saying. My worg did not survive my accident and Scarlet was nowhere in sight when I was rescued. When I heard that I ripped the IV out of my arm and shoved the little green chick out of my way; I had to find my hyena. Sitting up made pain rush over my body; I had six crude stitches in the top of my head. I healed myself to relieve the pain and put my leathers back on. Nasty little goblins had stripped me down nude. The medic protested the entire time, but she had no way to stop me; she barely came up to my knee. I thanked her for her help, tossed some gold onto the cot and rushed out into the bright Tanaris sun.
I didn’t know how much time had passed since my fall. Things looked different from how I remembered them. I purchased a new worg from a shifty goblin at the stables. Leaving the small city I could tell it would not be easy to track Scarlet; any tracks she may have left were long gone. I could only assume she was still alive. She -felt- alive, as strange as that sounds, so I set out in the direction that -felt- right; South. It was a long ride under the unforgiving sun in the harsh wind, through dust storms, fighting off tunneling worms. Eventually I was successful in finding my hyaenidae soul mate wandering aimlessly in some ruins. We ran to each other and I cried happily into her lush red fur. I was so scared I’d lost her forever. As I held her tightly in my arms I felt her stomach was firm; I think she may be carrying cubs.
I took a flight out of a Sin’dorei campsite in Southern Tanaris into Orgrimmar and left Scarlet there in the care of the stable master. Because of her condition, I do not feel comfortable taking her anywhere. Before leaving Tanaris I talked with the Sin’dorei who reported that Quel’thalas and Silvermoon were spared during the tearing apart of the Eastern Kingdoms. With this knowledge I felt secure taking a short detour to Ashenvale before rushing home. Much of the woods are damaged but Stardust Ruins have been left untouched. I fell to my knees in the spot where I shed my blood at Aelvern’s hands; the spot where I gave him my last name, and thanked the Light for sparing so many important things in my life. Scarlet, Elven lands, my ruins, and with my best assumptions; my family. From Ashenvale I continued on to Darkshore. That land is fractured beyond repair. There are raging rivers and waterfalls and a giant tornado. Cultists have moved in and set up a giant campsite on the shore. I fear Darkshore can never be healed. Seeing the land like that made me so worried about the accuracy of the news I’d received about Quel'thalas that I’d turned around.
I’m on my way back home now; I should be in Eversong in a day or two. I haven’t been this homesick in a very long time. I can hardly wait to see my husband again. I want to see my home on the cliff with the gently crashing waves. I want to walk the streets of my city. I want to curl up in bed with my pregnant hyena.
After I’ve settled in and I’m sure things are okay at home, I need to send letters to Penwyn and Helthir, Kae, Crow and Kriann to see that they are all alright as well.