Journey to Azeroth
Hoka hey, children of the Earthmother. Let me tell you about my recent journey to the lands of the pink skinned, to which I travelled with the speed of the four winds. After sitting at the tribal fire with my brothers and sisters and casting herbs of vision into the flames the spirits advised me to travel to Azeroth to see if all of the alliance are like the ravaging raiders who cause so much bloodshed in Bloodhoof again and again.
Thus I embarked the ship from Ratchet with mixed feelings and praying to the spirit of the west to send favorable winds that would carry me safely to Booty Bay. Once I had arrived after a serene voyage I explored this goblin town and met a few Night Elves, who barely took notice of me. Knowing that the Goblin Bruisers enforce peace in their towns I travelled on to the Grom'Gol basecamp deep in Stranglethorn Vale. Alas, I have barely been there and haven't seen much of this region and yet I have already fallen in love with Stranglethorn. The spirits are strong and many there. The vegetation is lush and everything looks young and green. Strange birds are singing in the trees and in the mild nights the stars sparkle brightly in the sky.
I found a dwarven explorer there who has befriended a fellow Tauren in Desolace, from whom I carried a horn as token of friendship to this stunted one. I was surprised to see that he and his followers speak Orcish and bear no grudges against us. It was refreshing and strengthened my resolve to travel onwards to the lands of the humans.
Next I crossed a dark and gloomy province where the voices of the spirits are mere whispers and the earthmother appears to slumber in an uneasy dream. I didn't see a soul there and pressed on, as this forest had something unsettling - not as bad as the corrupted woods the forsaken live in, but still it seemed as if a curse was lying on this land. Thus I travelled on with the speed of the Thunderhawk, silent and hidden as good as I could. I even passed near the gates of a large human city. I heard trumpets ringing from it's heavily guarded walls and saw great statues hewn of stone behind the massive gates. It looked even more uninviting than Orgrimmar (I will not talk about the accursed Undercity here as there can be no comparison) and - being closer to the ancestral spirits as a wolf - smelled the hatred of the guards for everything alien to them. Maybe I will return to this city in a distant future, but this was not the day for it and again I travelled onward to where the spirits would guide me.
Soon thereafter I entered what must once have been a beautifull steppe like Mulgore. I could hear the ground speaking to me of days of old, when the land was free and unoccupied, when hawks circled in the sky and prowlers hunted in the high grass. Now man's will is enforced to the land. Nothing is allowed to grow as it pleases and farms are everywhere, enslaving the soil with fork and plow. The earth and the stones there long for the days long past, but I doubt they will return.
In this sad land I found an underground complex infested by hostile humans, who make no difference between alliance and horde. It was there that I hoped I could show that we do not come with ill intend but want to learn and teach about our ways. To give and to take, as has always been the way of the Tauren. I endeavoured to help those humans who tried to rid the gloomy caves of the renegade humans. I helped them to get to the treasures of the outlaws and protected them when they were swarmed by enemies. And I watched to learn.
It saddens me that I cannot report to have been met with open arms. One human mage, who would have been no match to the powers I wield with the help of the spirits, tried to provoke me to attack him. Again and again I shook my head and told him that it would not happen, and again and again he returned to yell at me or jump around me imitating a chicken. A brave human warrior, with whom I had fought at first and who kindled a spark of hope in me, joined the unworthy Mage, which saddened me even more.
In conclusion I have to say that I haven't seen much wisdom in Azeroth. Cold hatred and prejudice is what we will encounter and it will be a long and stony road to an enduring peace with the alliance, if always those open minded are swayed that lightly to follow the foolish lead of those who know hatred only and close their hearts and spirits to reason.
He hechetu! That is all.
I had visited the lands of the Night Elves a few nights back. I had to keep myself hidden by using my feline form so as not to alarm any of the numerous guards there, I was found twice, but they did not chase me further than the city gates.
I had seen some Night Elves and Humans there that were not hostile towards me, a few bowed, probably impressed I had the guts to enter such a city alone, still some were weary and I cannot blame them, as I too would be if one of their kind was in Thunder Bluff. I encountered no resistance apart from the guards chasing me and nobody I saw acted dishonourably, I was impressed.
I am sad to see that your experience was not as good as you had hoped, Bor, but I can tell you that there are some decent beings in the Alliance, although like buried treasure, we shall have to dig further to find more.
He Hechetu, brother!
Shio is sad to learn of dis lack of wisdom in de lands of de Alliance. Perhaps sometime, it would be good to travel togedder as a team; perhaps as a team we not only get more respect, but also a show of unification that we as a group are dedicated to peace.