seol_plumfall: (seol)

The young elf leaned his head back against the cushions, watching the violet-skinned girl dry her hair. With those fragile wrists and tiny fingers, her small body curving forward, the delicate shapes of her spine and shoulderblades showing through the thin cloth of her undershirt, she was roughly scrubbing her head and horns without a hint of elegance or grace. She lowered the cloth and tossed her wet hair, sneezed, and smeared her nose against her arm; then she blinked as the boy began to laugh at her.

He restrained his chuckling and shook his head, a characteristic awkward smile twisting his lips, and waved apologetically at the glaring girl. "You are cute," he said, truthfully.

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seol_plumfall: (seol)
Although we were victorious over the demons in all areas of Quel'Danas, Kael'thas eluded our forces once again. The Shattered Sun immediately set up defenses around the Sunwell, but I fear that as long as Kael'thas lives, they will regroup, then resume their attacks.

But I cannot even think about that. Astrolabe is gone. When I went to collect my journal, Anchorite Nindumen said she had taken it with her when she left for the Exodar to begin an apprenticeship under one of the Vindicators there. She left while we were on Quel'Danas; she did not wait to bid me farewell.

I know she would not do this of her own accord. I sought out her parents, but I could not find Abelar and Helaah would not speak to me. I asked Ishanah, but even she treated me coldly. I am afraid her parents turned against me; maybe they are even spreading lies. Astrolabe would not do this.

I believe Astrolabe would not do this.

I am too upset to write. What am I going to do when the flower wilts?




Astrolabe 5 ← Seol 7 → Abelar 2
seol_plumfall: (seol)
Astrolabe,

You know I injured myself in the diversion tactic of the Shattered Sun at the Hellfire Peninsula. You worked hard to take care of me when I was ill, and I am sorry about it. But the tactic worked. Sunblades moved from Quel'Danas to the Hellfire Peninsula. Now the Magister's Terrace is not defended very well. The Offensive will attack tomorrow.

Because I recovered, I am also going. The front group will attack and destroy the demons. The rear group will keep the entrance clear and will fight the Sunblades if they return early. I will be in the rear group.

Maybe we can defeat the Legion at Quel'Danas forever. If we cut off the demons from their strong points maybe we can claim the Sunwell for good. Then maybe we can begin to heal it and make it stronger so that we will not get sick again.

I try to feel hope, and I try not to feel anger. And I try not to worry about the elves who probably will die. If I worry I will not be able to stand and raise my shield.

We leave before the dawn comes. I worry I will not talk to you before then. If I do not I will leave my journal with Anchorite Nindumen.

You already understand my feelings.




Helaah 1 ← Seol 6 → Astrolabe 5
seol_plumfall: (empty)
Master Plumfall,

Word has reached us of your heroic service in the Hellfire Peninsula. Your courage and effort ensured the success of our operation and spared my soldiers and those of Tiras'alan. The Offensive sends these trifles to express our gratitude as well as our wishes for your swift recovery.

Liadrin




Astrolabe 1 ← NPC Letter: Liadrin → Astrolabe 2
seol_plumfall: (seol)
Hello Astrolabe.

Today I understand why the Aldor hate blood elves a little better.

I fly over Draenor and see its wounds. The villages of Mag'har and Broken are tiny and surrounded by spiked fences. The ground is open and bleeding. I cannot feel the pain of the land because I am not a druid, and I cannot hear the water and earth spirits cry. But the memories of missing people are there on the ground. Thousands of Astrolabes disappeared. My small heart cannot feel so much grief.

And in Netherstorm, the Sunfury elves chew holes in the earth. Above the Hellfire Peninsula Felblood elves make themselves sick and sicker eating fel energy. On Quel'Danas the Dawnblade elves are calling demons and cutting the soldiers of the naaru. It is a war. Fire and arrows cover up the sky. The person at your left is bleeding. You talked to the woman at your right one minute ago, and now she is dead.

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