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We have crossed the Dark Portal

22 Nov

VerroakI haven’t been updating much lately. I was busy trekking across the landscape with my flightless brother Tarakan and towards the Dark Portal. Why? It’s a long story. Let’s just say we both have felt some weird omens. For example, we started forgetting some members of our old veil for a short time. Or started remembering people that never should have existed. Or places that have no right to exist. Or for a moment, Tarakan was convinced Zangarmarsh hasn’t formed until about 20 years ago (which is plain nonsense). Something bad is happening.

To be more exact, it hasn’t happened yet. But it’s a temporal event with huge repercussions for all denizens of Outland, and possibly beyond. I don’t quite yet know what is that event, but it’s certainly devastating to the timeline. If it’s strong enough to erase the entire past of Zangarmarsh, it’s a troubling event. And what could be causing it? What could be powerful enough to retroactively change the past of a whole zone? And the echoes of that event are rippling across the timeline, slowly eroding our past. What if by the time the event actually happens, my whole veil never existed? Me and my brother would have never existed?

When we consulted our weird lapses in memory, we realized it’s not just senility kicking in and messing with our brains. The changes we “experienced” were far too consistent between our respective visions. But no one wants to believe us – Draenor does not have Caverns of Time, and even if it had, bronze dragons are nearly powerless by now. So everyone thinks we’re just two old crazy birds. We had no choice. We had to leave before we ceased to exist.

As you can imagine, the trip through Terokkar and Hellfire Peninsula was not easy for me. My brother is about my age, but he’s the survivalist type. He can shoot down a fly in flight, from 20 yards, with one eye closed. I was more of a drain on his resources, but you wouldn’t hear him complain. Multiple times I had to just sit down and rest because my old bones could not carry my anymore. Multiple times the Terokk-worshiping heretics attacked us because of my past. Although I did mend his pet with my magic once or twice too.

The final leg of the journey through the Hellfire Peninsula was the hardest. Pretty much the only beaten road is full of fel orcs, looking for a fresh kill. And the wilderness is full of corrupted wildlife, unwelcoming terrain, and burrowing worms. And worst of all, those giant freaking demon-robots. Whoever invented those must have been one sick individual. Probably one of those Mo’arg freaks. I heard they mutate their own children into Felguards.

Anyway, just yesterday we have finally crossed the Dark Portal. Interestingly, our visions and flashbacks of events, people and places that never were immediately ceased. It’s as if whatever was happening, was affecting only Draenor. We were simply looking for allies who could help us from Azeroth, but we may have to spend the remaining years on Azeroth.

At first, those weird red orcs wanted to attack us. Not fel orcs, mind you, they’re just red. I would ask them why but I fear they’d take it as racism. We managed to negotiate a passage to Surwich. We’ll be taking a ship from there to Stormwind tomorrow. So far it’s… not bad. It’s dark, so that’s good. I don’t know what to think about all the Worgen running around on all fours like savages, but we just stay out of their sight.

I don’t know if we’ll stay in Stormwind, but the feeling of having to spend probably years in this alien world is… unsettling. Sure, it has familiar elements, and I’ve been here before, but I would really prefer not having to uproot myself (again) in my old age.

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Posted by on 22.11.2013 in IC, Memoirs

 

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