Azeroth Times July 638 K.C.
Issue: 004
Full Moon 7/3
Last Quarter 7/9
3c
New Moon 7/17
You would think an Illidari would have been desensitized to such a large amount of destruction and death. But nothing could ever prepare you for haunting screams filling your ear drums. The crackling of your home falling around you. Leaves of fire raining down on you while you desperately search for an escape.
TELDRASSIL COLUMNIST: Sinigard Thundershade
There are many moments one remembers in their lifetime. Despite having a few thousand years worth of memories, there are still the core ones that will stand out against all others for me personally. I mean I am Kaldorei after all. I’ll always remember the first time I picked up my first sword, the first time I rode on the back of a Hippogryph, The Dark portal, Outland. There are a lot for me to choose from but this will be unlike something I have ever written before. Since we are nearing a very important date at the end of July. I wanted to write about something that always comes to the front of my memories as we near this time. The Burning of Teldrassil.
Azeroth Times
I’ve sat here staring down at this paper trying to put my thoughts into words for a few hours now, but this is a difficult task. It’s been years since and there are still so many of us without homes. So many of us still mourning lost family. So many still mourning lives that were taken too soon. Despite turning my back on my people at one point, I feel I was able to redeem myself in the eyes of those I was able to save. A shockingly low number. To this day I still check in on the five person family I helped. The youngest still says he wants to be like me when he’s older. I highly suggested against that. There were many nights shortly after where sleep eluded me. Those night time thoughts quickly turned into “I should have saved more. I COULD have saved more.” Looking back now, had I ran back into the fire,
First Quarter 7/25
I more than likely would not be here writing this. I barely escaped with my life as it is. The last thing I remember was tripping next to some stables after I knew the family was safe. I awoke on the back of a Hippogryph that I still take care of. Sometimes I think, did someone else save me? Is there a life out there still that I should be thanking? I’ll more than likely never know. The wounds of this tragedy may have begun to heal, but the consequences are ones that are still felt by all on Azeroth. This isn’t some kind of piece where I end with saying “remember Teldrassil”. No, we remember very well. What I hope to accomplish with this short piece is to remind us all that we are and will always be in this together. Whether we’re fighting against void creatures, demons, the horde, or giant dragons(again), we are all people of Azeroth. In all times of dire need, we have banded together and have somehow beat the odds stacked against us. I want to talk about this more, but unearthing these memories are proving to be difficult, so, if you wish to get into the nitty gritty of this, please send us a message, and me a bottle of your strongest ale.
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