Menrim’s Journal – North Pandaria

After the troublesome previous day, I had hoped for some respite for the next day. After spending more time sailing around the feet of Kun-Lai Summit I finally ran into a lower part of Pandaria with a more accessible coast. The pandaren apparently call it Zouchin Province. It is quite peculiar, really, as everywhere else in the Northern Pandaria, the coast is covered with cliffs and only few access points to the mainland. I theorized that Zouchin Province has formed from a sediment that settled around the shattered coast after the Sundering, but the historical records proved me wrong – apparently the current Zouchin Village was once a city and an administrative region in the Pandaren Empire. It remains puzzling why Zouchin did not share the fate of the rest of the plains that once stretched this piece of Kalimdor.

I talked to the village elders. The cubs were very perplexed by my anatomy. Among all the outsiders they met recently, they said, I was the oddest one yet. The pandaren claim the land was shattered in the way it was because it has broken off precisely where the borders of the Pandaren Empire was. You think that’s odd, right? Turns out that happened because their last emperor protected the land with some mystical ancient powers which manifested in the form of mist. This is apparently the source of the mythical “mists of Pandaria”. No one in the village was sure why the mists dispersed, but one shaman was sure it was related to the Sha of Pride, an ancient and powerful creature spawned from the death of the Old God Y’Shaarj.

After replenishing my supplies, I headed back to the boat and swam on. On the horizon, I noticed ancient ruins that seem to come from a race of corrupt titanic creations called the mogu. We have very little information about these creatures in Uldum, but even that was much compared to general world’s knowledge of them. To most, the mogu seemed to be a completely new thing. Before the Shattering, I knew of mogu only as ancient titanic peace-keepers and shapers who helped the Titans create other earthen creatures. Unfortunately, I had no time to stop there and investigate as I am probably already long-expected by my new employer.

The winds did not want to cooperate, to my dismal. They kept blowing against my curse and no prayer to air spirits seemed to appease them. Perhaps the elementals disapproved of my opposition to Al’Akir, or perhaps it was a simple misfortune. Regardless, I was blown towards another island, which seemed even more dangerous than the lands I encountered before. The island was populated with dinosaurs, some of which were believed to be long-extinct by my people. A biological curiosity, bu all the creatures were so dangerous that I had to leave the moment the winds allowed me to.

I’m back on my course again. Hopefully, this time I will find no more obstacles of this sort on my way and the winds will allow me to get to the Eastern Kingdoms.

To be continued