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| Author: | Disknight |
| Summary: | Velrin unpacks everything from her hunt for the Forsaken after the Wrathgate and her subsequent return. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Arc: Wrathgate
I have returned from my little self appointed mission of eliminating Forsaken alchemists as revenge for the events of the Wrathgate. In the end seventeen of them fell to my blades and the Horde is none the wiser for it.
However, the longer I was out and the more I talked with Taeavon, the less sense my actions seemed to make. Hearing the news just made me so… angry… I bear no ill will toward the Horde. I thought that after all we had been through in Outland and now with the war against the Lich King, we might finally be able to look past our differences and live in peace. The Forsaken and their treachery have completely spat in the face of that dream.
I blame none but the Forsaken, but I fear that others will not feel the same. The Alliance and Horde are large confederations made of many peoples and cultures and it would seem foolhardy to blame them all for the actions of but one rogue kingdom, but the humans still seem to lust after the orcs’ blood. Perhaps I was hoping that my actions might sate them here and now and prevent the worst, though I cannot say that was my thinking in the moment. But again, perhaps now I am the one making excuses for my actions. Either way, however, the tension in the air of Wintergarde is so thick I could cut it. I can only pray that the Goddess will preserve us from any rash decisions.
I was worried to report to Commander Oceansong after we returned. I’ve always tested the limits of acceptable behavior it feels like. I have merely been lucky thus far in making my spats of vengeance against more acceptable targets, be it the Scourge, the Scarlet Crusade, or the Illidari and their ilk. However, when we spoke she addressed the situation as if she had been in on it from the beginning asking if my reconnaissance had gone over well. I don’t doubt that she could have guessed my aim, but did she truly cover my absence so thoroughly? I suppose she must have. My actions would have reflected poorly on her as well had she not.
There I go again, making her life more difficult once more. She was at least more stern with me this time letting me know quite clearly that no further “reconnaissance” would be required. In the end I am not quite sure what to make of it all. It is as if I frustrate her to no end and yet she rewards me for it. I don’t understand…
I would dwell on it more, but there is another matter that has been confounding me even more. Lieutenant Taeavon. He followed me out on my hunt. I explicitly told him not to, and he did so anyway. And what’s more, when he came to me, I did not turn him away. Not only did I not turn him away, I was glad for his aid.
Even in the midst of my rage, the quiet moments we shared together out in the wild were… happy almost… It feels insane writing it down now, but that is how it felt to me. Why? What is it about him? I know that I trust him, but it must be more than that. I trust my sisters well enough, and I cannot say that I would have acted the same if Riluvia or Orena had come to my aid, not even Kanuriel if she were here. He just… it feels so easy to speak with him. I can share my thoughts without fear of being ridiculed or looked down upon. He listens to me and he is all too eager to help, no matter how hard it may be for him. I know I am not the easiest commander to serve under, yet he does so without complaint. I feel like no matter what happens, he will always be there at my side. It is… comforting…
But that is enough musing on that for now. I need to get back to my preparations. With the path to Icecrown we hoped to find in the Wrathgate cut off to us, we must now turn to other avenues. To this end, my regiment is being moved to the Grizzly Hills to prepare for an advance into Zul’Drak.
I, for one, will be glad for the change of scenery. Dragonblight is so dismal and depressing. The Grizzly Hills are much closer to home. It’s such a beautiful forest. Taeavon was very disappointed when we passed it by to take up our current post, so I know he will be hoping that we shall have at least a few spare days where he can venture out and study the wildlife. He’s so adorable when he’s perched up in a tree taking notes. I almost didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop whenever I caught him doing it while we were in the Howling Fjord. Goddess willing, I’ll soon be able to see that sight once more.