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Hellfire has nothing on Westfall

VerroakI mean, Westfall is as dry as a bone. No, it’s drier than that. If I spit, it would probably dry out before it reached the ground. Even opening your eyes is unpleasant in this place. Who lead this place into this disastrous state? I heard this was once “the breadbasket of Stormwind”. Well, let me tell you, there’s no bread or baskets here now. Just dust, cold, dry air and dead grass. When you take a dictionary and check the definition of “agricultural or economic mismanagement”, there should be a picture of Westfall printed there. Even Hellfire, place in a scorching heat where ground itself is cracked and stripped to bedrock, didn’t feel as dry as this.
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We have crossed the Dark Portal

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.

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