Bogstalker

[bogstalker-blog]

“The Arbiter has led me to Stormwind City. Stepping through a portal and being surrounded by impossibly high walls of stone was disorienting. The air here is so dry. The sun here is threatening to blind me. The only credit I can give the humans is allowing some plant life to thrive in this jungle of stone and pavement, though it is still sparse.”

“I am being led to a place called Swamp of Sorrows. The Arbiter believes I will be more comfortable there while I get my bearings and gather my wits. While there I will assess whether or not Kriaal could survive on this planet. If my only friend cannot accompany me here, I doubt I can offer the assistance the Arbiter wants from me.”

@dunkori

[bogstalker-blog]

“Shattrath City is a husk of its former glory, yet still manages to fill me with a sense of pride. The Arbiter awaits me just down the hill near the gates. She leads me to Azeroth, specifically, Stormwind City, the capital of the humans and of the Alliance. I feel apprehension, but I should continue.”

@dunkori

[bogstalker-blog]

“The road leading from Zangarmarsh to Terokkar Forest is peaceful and devoid of any travelers; hardly unusual these days. A part of me screams to turn back, but I continue forward. It has been years since I left the marsh.”

“I allow myself one final look. The rain has stopped. Already the air grows drier. Kriaal waits for me somewhere in that forest of mushrooms. I am unsure when I will be back, but I will be back.”

[bogstalker-blog]

”I prepare to leave the last home I know. This broken, doomed land that has been abandoned to crumble away is all I have left. I have been given an opportunity to see Azeroth. My heart remains in Zangarmarsh, however.”

[endlesslyunamusing]

God, I love this game.