The drums of war can be heard across the farthest reaches of Kalimdor.
It would seem that our strength is needed across the sea. The battle between what is right and good with the Horde must be carried on an entirely different land. Pandaria.
How very exciting.
So much has happened over the span of a few months. The whereabouts of my daughter was revealed and thus I sought her out to collect. However, other revelations have forced me to leave her under the protection of comrades in Dalaran until further notice. There is talk of things that has me questioning the very nature of our new leader. And here I thought he was a rough and tough kind of guy. I was beginning to like the big oaf until he started doing things that requested the aid of my child – and not by choice.
I have been hesitant to travel to this Pandaria for a number of reasons. The main one being because I know my father is there. Surprisingly, the man is still enlisted with the Sunguard and has – by rumor – taken on the role of Captain of their naval fleet. How cute. He’s finally taking the righteous path of righteousness. I wait the day when that all crumbles. I cannot fathom he will want to stick to such a path for long. It just isn’t like him at all and so out of his usual element. Then again, this is right up his alley of doing things outside the norm. He is as unpredictable as usual and likely doing this for some sort of gain. I just know it.
That is unless his new pretty plaything has something to do with it. What was her name? Lady Confessor of elegant speech and floaty things Maraiel … or something. That one was a real piece of work, but on an interesting scale. All formal and shit with her lady like grace yet ability to slide in a few unsavory words just to sharpen her appearance. Curiosity has me wondering if they are still sleeping buddies or if that has changed. I suppose there really is only one way to find out … and that means snooping. Another reason for me to head out there.
At least my father has a purpose again, even if it is a very odd one. I, on the other hand, have yet to find my place in this world now that my previous order has fallen to shambles and retirement. It appears I will be taking the mercenary route, for now. Not a big deal, it is nothing I am unfamiliar with. It reminds me of my younger days when I did whatever I could to earn a few coins. It was an adventurous point in my life that I rather enjoyed and one I hope to re-explore over in these new lands.
I know a number of my comrades have also shipped out to train on foreign land. They have strengthen their blades and daggers to prepare for some war that is to be had on that land, a war between us and the Alliance. I do find it a tad strange that we have chosen to do battle on someone else’s property. It makes me wonder what the natives think of us. Not fondly, I’m sure.
I’ve been reluctant because of a number of reasons but I think its time I finally get back out there. I have been idle for too long. They need my hand in this fight even if there are things I question. I will never forgive myself if I learn all their efforts were for naught because of few numbers. So…. I travel to this Pandaria not only with my blade but with a trusty old weapon – my bow. If I am to do battle, I need all my weapons at my disposal. There is no telling what this new war will bring. So … best to be prepared for just about anything.
The drums of war won. I am heeding the sweet allure of your call.