A Shaman's Journey
For many days an' nights now, I have been t'inking.
De Horde, dey have seemed to los' der way. Many of dem, dey seem only to care for demselves; for de rewards dey get an' no carin' for der own people. Dis is understandable. It is de way of war, fo' de stron' to survive, de weak to perish an' de innocents to weep fo' dead loved ones. Dis is exactly why Shiomizo does no' wan' war. Many t'ings are los' in war, an' one of dem is a man's ability to feel, to live, to tek joy in life. War teks all dis.
Many times, has Shio seen de Alliance now. Dey raid many days, an' often, causin' more strife an' hurt to bot' sides. I hear many sad tales of how my brot'ers are struck down even when dey no' mean harm to dem. I have suffered dem myself as I show dem dat I am no' a troll to fight, as dey spit at me an' taunt an' threaten. But, I believe also dat dey are no' representative of all de Alliance. Jes' as der are Alliance who act wid great dishonour, so it saddens me dat der are people of my own who do de same. An' jes' as de people of de Horde can act wid great honour...den so too, der mus' be people of de Alliance who do so?
So, I set out on my journey. A journey dat would take me deep into de heart of de Alliance lan's. My great companion, Lord Takumi, de leader of de Praetoria Imperialis, was eager to come wid me, to see de lan's of his childhood. I am proud to call Takumi my frien', and was mo' dan happy to have him come along.
We flew first to Grom'Gol, deep in Stranglet'orn, de ancient home of de Darkspear. How dese lands have saddened me, for here I be forced to slay my own kin; an' yet how dey have filled me wid joy, for here de small hunter's camp in de nort' welcomes Horde an' Alliance alike. Oh, dat odders would do de same. But I wander. Takumi an' I set out from Grom'Gol to travel nort' to de sickened lan' of Duskwood, Takumi upon his steed, an' I upon my fait'ful raptor Tempest. Dis was our first trek into der lan's.
At de border to Duskood we met our firs' Alliance; a Night Elf who joined us for a short time upon his own steed befo' he taunted us an' left. Dis was a sad start, but Shio still had fait'. I was answered later deeper into de Duskwood as anoder Elf joined us upon her snow-white cat, greeting us an' walking wid us for a time. It was a good start, as we crossed over into de borders of a new land, called Westfall.
Several times in dis lan', Takumi an' I were forced to pull our mounts off de road, les' de guards catch sight of us an' panic ensue. We were der as emissaries of peace, no' war, an' we made sure dat we stayed away from de places as such. Several of de Alliance stopped an' stared at us in wonder, but dey let us pass widout trouble.
Den we came to de land called Elwynn Forest. Takumi seemed greatly delighted to be back here; instantly he bade that we go to a small town called Goldshire, to watch de humans of de village. Strange houses dey have der, square an' small, not like de open huts of Sen'jin. We saw many of them laughing, drinkin' an' sparrin'; a merry life indeed. It reminded Shio of de good times we had upon Strangelt'orn; before we were all but exiled. One man came to us, dressed in an armour befitting of an' army or militia; I saluted him as he wen' past.
At las' we moved onto Stormwind, de great capital of de human city! Shio was overawed at the great size of de city, it's majestic white walls not'ing like de dark rough-hewn walls of Orgrimmar. How Shio wishes he could have gone closer, to see...but de guard close to de entrance looked a man of many year's fightin', and Shio did no' wish to cause trouble. Takumi an' I watched from a distance, as de Alliance passed us by, wishin' how we could see de great city of de humans fo' ourselves.
It was now t'ings get interestin'. As Takumi an' I rode across de hills, hopin' to fin' a high enough place to see into de city, several of de Alliance come to us. We seen some before; little gnome mages castin' frost spells around us. Takumi say dey seekin' to trap us, but luckily we were no' hurt. But de first lady, she was a great magi as Takumi, upon her own steed. She came up to us, an' spoke a little, before castin' her spells. Soon she made ready to fight, an' Takumi an' I gently tried to tell her dat dis was no' why we here. She followed us away as we set off after seein' our fill of Stormwind; but before den we picked up two more companions; a sturdy dwarven warrior, an' a tough lookin' lady rogue. Dese two because almos' frien's as we set off from Stormwind before we scared too many Alliance an' rode fo' de west; to Redridge.
Dis I feel was our greatest success. De rogue was greatly agitated by our presence, killin' many a small creature in our path, clearly wantin' to fight us. De warrior seemed almost baffled, sometimes threatenin' us, sometimes joinin' in de conversation between Takumi an' I. But as we travelled into de Redridge mountains, it became clear dat de dwarf was no' strong enough to take on de creatures of dat land. No' wishin' to see him hurt because of us, Takumi an' I were often forced to dismount to aid him as bes' we could, failin' once when many small black dragon whelps set upon us. I almos' feared him dead once, but he rose back to join us, an' we guarded de fellow as bes' we could across dat lan', wid de lady rogue. It was a good journey, but many, many a time Shio wished he could speak to dem, an' understand.
Finally we grew close to de Swamps of Sorrow - I could smell de sickly stench - an' we realised dat it would be a grave sin of us to take de dwarf to dese lands. He would have been eaten by de crocolisks pretty quickly. So, we bade de Alliance farewell, an' Takumi opened a portal to Orgrimmar. De dwarf shed a few tears as we lef'; Shio is ashamed to say he almost did too. I hope de rogue led him safely out of de lan's of Redridge; it would be bad indeed if he fell again in dat land.
I am proved right; der are Alliance who are honourable and true, just as der are Horde who are so. I truly hope dat dis was no' a one off - dat further journeys into de lan's of de Alliance are as successful. Perhaps den we can start to heal de rifts between our people.
- Shiomizo the Healer, Soul of Water.
It should have been emotional.
My good friend, Shiomizo, Soul of Water, approached me and spoke of a journey; a journey that promised to recall memories of my past. We set out from Grom’Gol with an air of both enthusiasm and perhaps apprehension at our welcome in the Alliance lands. Heh, the “Alliance lands”. I refer to them as such, but they are more rightfully “my” lands, my birth place, my source of memories.
I remarked to Shio that I remained optimistic, that we would indeed be met by the same learned, open mindedness that the Horde showed me, as Undead. A refugee from my own kind, if you will, but such thoughts were dispelled when I set foot in Duskwood for the first time since I left my previous existence.
Our presence was well met, an entirely heartening experience. Perhaps one or two en route were not pleased to see us, but we were not witness to the apparent hatred one sees in the eyes of the Humans et al during their Barrens incursions. A few stopped dead in their tracks; surprised to see this skeletal figure before them? Frozen in panic from memories born of the Scourge? Or perhaps merely inquisitive about Shiomizo, laying eyes on a Troll for the first time. I curse my inability to comprehend the Common dialect, and it is likely I will never know their precise thoughts.
We stayed a while in the field opposite Goldshire village. I allowed myself a smile, watching the sparring, the drunken antics and wholly gleeful activities of its denizens. Largely unnoticed, save for one or two inquisitive individuals who bid us welcome, we withdrew and headed alongside the road to Stormwind.
At the end of the road, I saw Lordaeron.
The high stone wall; the magnificent entrance; guards stood in pristine armour…
… eyes closed, I see the soldiers of Terenas, the city a hive of activity, the mood is of blissful ignorance, a happy people utterly unaware of what lies in wait…
We move on, accompanied by a mage of similar experience to mine. Observing her for a moment, staring into her eyes, I wonder what thoughts enter her mind. She casts a number of spells momentarily, before sipping some water. Returning to her feet, Shio and I are greeted with an intent of hostility. Sighing, I turn to Shio and indicate we are to leave.
As we make our way out of Goldshire and east toward Redridge Mountains, a Dwarven warrior walks alongside us, with rogue companion in tow. It is clear that the female human does not wish us there, and is happy to slowly escort us out of the area, but the Dwarf warms to us. Agitated at first, he seems amiable as we reach closer to the Swamps of Sorrow. Despite his willingness to travel with us, Shio and I extend the frond of peace by fending off a number of dragon whelps that attack our curious follower. However, we can take him no further, and bowing to our apparent travel companions, we portal back to Orgrimmar, with perhaps a twinge of… regret.
It was emotional.
a rumbling voice comes from the slits of a blue plate helmet
It is good to see that there actually ARE honourable individuals among the Alliance. I... curses wait a second takes off his helmet aaah, better. Where was I? Ah, right, I regret that I could not accompany you, I would have liked to see the walls of the great Human city myself. But then, maybe it is good as it was, because seomtimes my temper gets the better of me. And seeing small innocent animals slaughtered for no apparent reason would surely have tested my self-control.
Let me conclude with this: There should be more friendly contacts between Horde and Alliance, so that one day Warrior will only take up their weapons in friendly combat to test their strength and, at the end of the day, sit together over a mug of Ale and listen to stories of old.
puts on his helmet again, salutes clangingly, and walks away
Ahh, it is good to hear news of the homeland thriving in these strange times. In life I travelled far and wide to study the arts and lore of magic and religion, but it has been many years since I lasted visited these places. So much has been forgotten in the transition from one life to the next - even the most basic skills of language have escaped us. I can recall studying Elven lore with the magi of the Kirin Tor at Dalaran. I can remember great discussion and debate with the Dwarven priests in Ironforge. And yet somehow it all seems so distant, so clouded. The places that I have visited of late, once well known to me, merely seem familiar. This new life still feels strange with all these fractured memories.
And yet gradually memories seem to be returning... or are they forming anew? Perhaps I should embark on my own pilgrimage through those once familiar lands to see what they can recall.
I too ventured into the Alliance lands, once again, I sometimes feel I must travel there to renew my beliefs that they Alliance are not a bunch of bloodthirsty idiots.
So I walked through Westfall, once again, exploring it more fully this time and being chased by a somewhat young guard, I shrugged him off and let my kodo travel faster than he, he soon gave up.
Walking through the gates to Elwyn Forest, I had no trouble with other guards, there may have been a fear of me rather than acceptance though, they also seemed like rookies.
I reached Goldshire but did not walk into the town as I have had trouble with guards there before, I fear the very size of my kodo and I were hard to miss though and a few residents approached me. I bowed and they bowed back, speaking the languages I wish to learn myself.
Then a fairly young Night Elf approached, he saluted and bowed to me, showing great respect, I returned the favour. Walking to Stormwind, he warned me of the guards that patrolled the area and we both shifted into cat form, just in case a bit of stealth was needed, a strange sight, a panther and lion walking to Storwind City...
I had reached the place which I so badly wished to explore and knowing in the back of my mind I would never decieve the guards into sneaking in, I tried anyway.
I was jumped upon by 6 or 7 of them, all extremely strong. They took me down slower than I had expected but i still fell. I had learned how to "play dead" in my cat form from watching hunters and rogues doing the same and so I appeared slaughtered. The Night Elf cried and left the city, cursing the guards.
As the guards patrolled, I quickly ran to the water and hearthstoned home, off to take over a pirate ship with Bithanu, that would be fun.
(sorry it was a bit long hehe)
Indeed my friends... the road to peace is a long and winding one.
I learnt some valuable leasons during my time exploring Azeroth with my long lost friend Sharuul. I didn't realise there were people that shared my disgust and disillusion with the rulers of our lands, and the vile attrocities and corrupted values they hold. Sharuul, and teachings of his Tauren brothers taught me to hold true to my rightful values that all life is sacred, and that it is possible for a peaceful co-existence.
It was hard for me. Although we couldn't communicate with many of the adventurers we met on our travels, I soon learnt that many of them would show their disgust for us in other ways. Some would shout, some would spit, and many were hostile and bloodthirsty at the very sight of us. Yet Sharuul taught me that although although these people were ignorant, they had been brought up to hold onto these values which were passed on through the generations. It was up to us to set an example and hold on to the memories of people that would salute us, wave at us and welcome us to their lands.
Although it was humans that seperated me from my mentor, I do not like to hold grudges. I know that Sharuul would have wanted me to hold true to my values, even in the face of the anger and hatred that plagues our lands.
Thankfully, I have found solice in the delights and beauty of the lands I have visisted, and in the new family that have welcomed me. Lord Takumi and the Praetorians share the same vision as me, and I hope that I continue to meet many more people that share the same ethos and hope for a more peaceful world.
My brothers; I am glad that you too have been welcomed and greeted by others different to you, and that you don't let the bad expereinces cloud your vision of peace. Keep these values close to your hearts my friends.