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Yesterday... I don't even know where to start... got up early to go pay my respects to my parents, then back home to watch Spooky sleep for a while. I'm a late riser, so it's kind of a treat to watch him wake up.
Anyway, day started off good. Messenger from the auction house brought by the earnings from the last batch of ore I'd put up, so I headed out to hunt up more. I was in Ratch, talking to one of my contacts when the goblin took one look over my shoulder (well, okay, past my belt), turned a pastel seafoam green, and split. I turned to see what could spook a goblin, and I'm pretty sure my chin kissed gravel.
There were fire elementals pouring out of a weird... hole in the air. They weren't all that strong, but there were a lot of them. I hopped a windrider for Orgrimmar, thinking I'd better report this to somebody, but when I got there, I got the feeling they already knew. The flight past the pig farms outside the city revealed a whole lot of activity, people setting up tents and running around, and from the looks of things, I didn't think they'd decided to bring back Brewfest.
City was in a state of mild chaos, with weirdo fanatics on every corner spouting a whole lot of stuff about the end of the world. Ran into Tyr down in the drag. We found out through a little sneaky leg work that these wild-eyed fanatic freaks were planting what amounted to elemental bombs in the city, AND that the attacks weren't confined to Durotar and the Barrens.
I didn't want to leave him. I didn't. But Korethael hadn't come back to Silvermoon yet, and the stubborn little jackass is the only family I got left. I had to find him before things went south any further. Tyr needed to go pump his dead relations for whatever information he could get, and the sooner the better.
I made him promise to take care of himself before we split up, but fel, I'll feel better once I'm where I can keep my eyes on him again. He's adamant he can take care of himself, but where do you go when the earth itself turns against you?
Anyway, day started off good. Messenger from the auction house brought by the earnings from the last batch of ore I'd put up, so I headed out to hunt up more. I was in Ratch, talking to one of my contacts when the goblin took one look over my shoulder (well, okay, past my belt), turned a pastel seafoam green, and split. I turned to see what could spook a goblin, and I'm pretty sure my chin kissed gravel.
There were fire elementals pouring out of a weird... hole in the air. They weren't all that strong, but there were a lot of them. I hopped a windrider for Orgrimmar, thinking I'd better report this to somebody, but when I got there, I got the feeling they already knew. The flight past the pig farms outside the city revealed a whole lot of activity, people setting up tents and running around, and from the looks of things, I didn't think they'd decided to bring back Brewfest.
City was in a state of mild chaos, with weirdo fanatics on every corner spouting a whole lot of stuff about the end of the world. Ran into Tyr down in the drag. We found out through a little sneaky leg work that these wild-eyed fanatic freaks were planting what amounted to elemental bombs in the city, AND that the attacks weren't confined to Durotar and the Barrens.
I didn't want to leave him. I didn't. But Korethael hadn't come back to Silvermoon yet, and the stubborn little jackass is the only family I got left. I had to find him before things went south any further. Tyr needed to go pump his dead relations for whatever information he could get, and the sooner the better.
I made him promise to take care of himself before we split up, but fel, I'll feel better once I'm where I can keep my eyes on him again. He's adamant he can take care of himself, but where do you go when the earth itself turns against you?