When the Spirit Moves Me

The Spirit that Moves Me is conflicted. Apparently, amoung the spirits of the realm, there is call for an 'All Out War'. They hasten to encourage their vessels, and those of others, to making it clear they are participants in this movement. Turning the whole realm into a veritable feast of wanton slaughter.

If it were that simple, we could grimace and bear it, but....

But the civilians and townspeople, wholly innocent of this movement, also become targets. And this is where the problem lay. 'People' like me need this infrastructure! I have business with them and needs that only they can fulfill. Dead, they leave me, and many others, at a loss for things to do.

One friend (a priest no less), suggests that with each 'small-town raids' a contingent of Horde Guards should launch an attack on Stormwind or Ironforge (whichever is relevant); the reasoning is that those capitals will be unguarded while their 'heroes' sack these minor prizes.

Amoung the pathetic legions of the Alliance, I hear howls of, "If you don't like it, don't take part." As if it were so easy. Some knowledge of other dimensions prompts these spirits to urge that it works well. The Spirit that Moves Me finds falsehood in the 'burnt out' sources of this knowledge, how I know not.

Being on the fence, the Spirit that Moves Me speaks to me saying, "They shouldst travel dimensionally to realms more catering to their needs." It has a point. Aren't there better world for those seeking both community¹ and valor².

Back in a Fortnight
Deathie of Sisters of Elune

¹ Role-Playing
² Player versus Player

The Future is on the Horizon

So it has come down through the guildvine, a new world has been discovered. Well, an old one rediscovered.

Many diligent sailors, like those who first braved the maelstrom to discover the sea and air routes we take between Azeroth and Kalimdor, have discovered the realm from which the Scourge assail us. Not as far as you might think, off the Whispering Shore lay the continent of Northrend. A very short trip from the Whispering Shore would take you into the heart of the Howling Fjord via Daggercap Bay. It is from this staging point that wave after wave of Scourge have spewed forth onto Lordaeron turning it into what we have today.

Likewise I hear that a pathetic band of pirates of the Alliance have also discovered this new land. Sailing east into the Mist's Edge, the encountered the Coldarra of the Borean Tundra. This places very near the Frozen Throne (which many of us thought destroyed with most of the continent), so my advice is to stay away!

Still, intrepid as well as fetid sailors ply the waves seeking safe trade routes to ferry only the richest and most foolish to these dark shores. No doubt some will be found by next year.

I'll wave to you from the docks!

Deathie