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September 30: Where I’m from.

evil horde?

This is Mataoka–Mr. Snerguls is judging the Miss Murloc contest down at the Steam Pools (though I hear it’s rigged–he has a preference for Miss Elwynn Forest girls) and my human doesn’t know I took over her computer while she’s at work. Humans. So trusting. So slow to respond. I understand that in one of your epic wars…never mind. Put your seal on that bloody order, Varian!)

I’ve been keeping track of the story as best as I can – much of it was told to me as a child, and seemed like ghost stories of shadowy spirits and beasts. The Orcs represent betrayal to us, and death. But the winds have changed, and the colors shifted, so it’s time to understand these stories as a grown Draenei. Do I hate the Orcs? Hate the entire Horde? I cannot, and will not. But I need to know who wants me, and mine, dead.

Part 1: Kargath

Part 2: Grommash

Part 3: Durotan

Part 4: Kilrogg

Part 5: Maraad

There are some who understand how I feel. That I do not paint all with a broad brush, though many would of me. With Love From Draenor is one place where those who seek friendship over blood go.

As one of Velan's chosen...
As one of Velan’s chosen…

Where I’m from? I am from Azuremyst. I am from hope over death, and light over darkness. I will never understand those who seek power over life.

Never.

September 24: Loud

This little man drives me insane.
This little man drives me insane.

The inconsistency of Ventrilo drives me insane: one friend’s voice is sultry and soft, one player’s voice punctuate and punches my ear drums, one friend’s voice speaks over mine, not because of rudeness, but simply because we are all disembodied voices in bandwidth, and don’t use visual cues to see our facial expressions (can I get a HALLA!) I am right there in Matticus’ corner about no chat in Hearthstone. That would be a nightmare. It’s hard to learn how to take turns in Vent, but usually defaulting to the raid leader is the best course of action. Listen if someone is talking, wait your turn, and try to let them finish. Communication is challenging on a good day, much less with voices from darkness.

September 22: Crisp

ceniza apple

October

BY ROBERT FROST

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.