Monday, February 20th
I suppose it has been awhile since I wrote anything of the events in my life. I often forget that a journal is sometimes a reference to events long past, to help evoke memory. Looking back in the last week or so, I am actually surprised how much has happened.
We held the Matchmaker Match-up on Monday. The event was more of a success then I imagined, although that is only because people were brave enough to step forward and 'bid' (which was a kind of trivia game). Lellenthyr did a wonderful job hosting. She was charismatic, kind, and incredibly dependable. She kept herself busy with the introductions and auctions, as I recorded the proceedings and helped prepare those who were qued. I underestimated the amount of work this was, but fortunately a woman named Tzyreaux Blacksun came and 'saved the day'. Without her managing the matchmaker questions and collecting answers, the event would not have gone as fluent as it did. She asked for nothing in return, but I really feel like as though I should do something to show my gratitude.
Later in the week I had the surprisingly pleasant evening with a magister named Keylorian. It was supposed to be a date arranged by Lellenthyr, but I guess I am too stubborn to accept a romantic outting, or allow myself to be so easily woo'ed. I didn't know much of the man at the time, but I remembered him being kind, humble, and wanting to get out to see the world instead of remaining reclusive in his studies. So, Instead of the typical meal in the city, I invited Keylorian to Ashenvale forest to help me become familiar with the land before I become stationed there. If anything, the scenery would be a welcomed change then the libraries he mentioned.
He was an odd man... but odd in a good way, and very different then your typical Sin'dorei. His unique hybrid of technology and magic seemed to come together harmoniously. I guided him through the woods, taking him along the Southfury river, to Hellscreams monument, The burning woods, and Mystral lake. The more we spoke, the more guilty I had felt for misjudging him. Aye, I admit - I am a hypocrite in matters of the Sin'dorei. I complain of their treatment towards me, when I am guilty of mistreating them as well. With Keylorian, he was nothing but respectful and honest.
It wasn't a date. It was a friendly outting between two people who wanted a change. I saw a man who would make a good ally and friend. The soothsayer within me wanted to watch his story unfold as he progressed through this new journey of exploration. Like Nestaron, I want to support his en devours, and be a guide if such is ever needed. Keylorian has a thousand stars smiling down upon him, and I believe that the spirits will reward his pursuits with much happiness. Even being around him made my own spirit calm. His special nature compliments his surroundings. He will make a good friend.
On Friday, the Chieftain hosted a training session for the Tears. It had been ages since we had a formal drill or felt a hard hammer of the truth of impending war. The Chieftain spoke of weakness, and that we all have vulnerabilities. Yet upon the field, we must hide these, and expose a false weakness to lure the enemy into a sense of over-confidence and entrapment. My tongue stayed silenced as he asked the others what their weakness was... some struggled to find it, while others knew their flaw. Kormok challenged us to leave this training with a weakness.
I think my weakness is my Faith.
When others see my faith worn upon my brow, or hear my songs of Elune exit my throat, they assume I am restrained by my faith, to be compassionate and reluctant to end a life. Some Kaldor'ei are angered to see a Blood elf wear the symbol of their Goddess, while other Alliance see my religion as heresy or an alliance sympathizer. Yet my faith is my strength, it guides my hands and fuels my heart. I value -all- life, but for those that seek to end another's existence, have made the choice of risking their own. Elune smiles upon all her creatures, I merely represent her love for the lives who exist within the Horde. It is that very faith that will make me fight tooth and bone to claim victory.
The rest of the training went well. I had the honour to duel Kormok, who who had grown in skill since last we fought. Maga'namu's armour withheld the Chieftains blows wonderfully, even as I succumbed to his strength. For the sake of the crowds patience, I tried to use my light to damage him, but it wasn't enough. He didn't hold back, which I took as a sign of respect.
Saturday was equally eventful with the Kosh'harg. Last month I had offered my assistance with Arbiter Gorezug in helping infuse some extra life into the Kosh'harg. I made a friendly wager that if we took some extra steps, we could double our booths and possibly double our visitors. It wasn't just Kosh'harg on the line - it was the weight of my word. Together, we gave structure to the planning, and helped spread the word to other clans and people. We went out and asked for booth participants, as well as advertised the Kosh'harg. Gorezug is a busy orc, but he found the time to uphold all of his end of the bargain. The Kosh'harg belonged to all, but Gorezug was its overseer and deliverer.
The fruits of our efforts blossomed, thanks to the many volunteers and the curious visitors who gave Kosh'harg a chance. It is a good start, and I hope to see the gathering of clans continue its forward momentum, and with each step, become more of a community owned project. It represents no single clan, but of the Horde in whole. It'll require much work, but nothing feels more rewarding then seeing a project enjoyed by others.
It was a good week. I smile in memory, but my mind remains distracted on my upcoming trip to Ashenvale...
I will be the combat healer for a group of fresh grunts, namely Warsong Orcs, who are undoubtedly part of the new Garrosh movement. I am unsure why the army is choosing to send me to Ashenvale as my first assignment since re-enlisting. Do they think I can handle the battle there, and the scrutiny of the orcs? Or do they want to test me against the Kal'dorei to see if my sisterhood of faith is inferior to my brotherhood for the Horde?
Whatever it is, Commander Grot'rak has specifically asked for me. I will honour their request of an old brother-in-arms, and pray his judgement is sound, and sincere.
Tonight, I will have drinks at the Wyvern's tail with Luke and any others who wish to come, as a send-off. I doubt it will ease my worries any less, but it will remind me who I am fighting for. And why.
Mayune Warsinger
