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For the first time in quite a while, I actually feel as though my mind is calm enough to put pen to paper.
Everything has changed.
The cultists did indeed prove to be a grave threat to the orcish capital; despite the rather intensive ordinances put into place by the new Warchief, their operatives were able to unleash chaos. Fighting elemental monsters, day after day, night after night... I don't know where they were coming from, but they just kept coming. Once it finally ended, a good portion of the city lay in ruins.
And then, the earthquake. There have been growing tremors for months, but this was orders of magnitude greater. The ground was rolling like waves on a stormy sea; we were all thrown off our feet; tossed about like so many dry leaves.
I spent those first hours trying to help dig what was left of the city out of the rubble, but then that tauren found me. Sebrawyn had been injured, badly, in the final wave of the fighting. I don't remember too much in the moments directly following...I found her, and stayed with her. There was a priest - Sin'dorei, I think, I should try to find her again - who took care of her. She was asleep for the better part of three days, and it wasn't until the second day that we were able to bring her home.
Sun... that feeling, when I had heard she was hurt... I haven't felt that way since the Blitz. Helpless. Panicked. As though the world had suddenly stopped.
Even now, when I look at her, I feel... I don't know. Afraid. Vulnerable. I almost lost her once...
I am a fool. How can I let myself be so caught up? I am a Blood Knight. There are others who need me, others who have actually lost loved ones, and hea
*the ink is smudged, as though the pen was jolted. The script continues, hastily and jaggedly*
Fel, Teremun! Aureila!