2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 1, 2100 Hours:
Let me start this entry off by noting that I feel a great weight lifted off of my shoulders. I have left the Marauders. I could not stand to go to sleep every day and spend half of the night restlessly thinking on whether or not I am truly in the right.
I cannot ignore the screams of innocent people being murdered in their homes being broadcasted over the company communicator channel so brazenly, yet I am in the wrong for wanting to do something about it according to the rest of the leadership.
Our company code states that we cannot kill nor hurt one another, and if I stayed a day longer, I feared I would have defied that code and turned our grounds into a bloodbath. I threw my earpiece into a Goblin trash heap. Killing him would leave several children fatherless, but I cannot stand to remain in his presence.
None replied when I sent my message of departure. They did not care, it appeared. I made the right choice then. I do not need them, nor do they need me.
I make the trek back to my homeland in the morning with Cala. I am not sure what to feel currently. I only hope that the familiar route back will help clear my thoughts. I’ve already bought the provisions for the trip: A few bags of pemmican, dried boar meat, water skins, and a bag of cactus apple surprise. Gork and Mork always give me the best deals.
Note to self: Send a care package of Silvermoon Smoked Sagefish to the Gorkamorka brothers.
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 4, 1200 Hours:
I’ve made it back to my home, Quel’thalas. These lands are just as vibrant as I remembered them to be. The eternal springtime is so comforting that it’s unnatural--I realize how ironic that sounds. Furian has been tethered to the stables, and the old bird seemed so happy to see me that he nearly ran me over.
Nevertheless, I feel a certain sense of melancholy when I see that abandoned sign over our old bakery. Ann’da would have none of that if he were still with us. The old man would sooner kick the door down and claim the bakery as a free independent state than see it dilapidated like this. Minn’da would just goad me in toward my room and bake my favorite lynx liver pie. It always helped me feel better.
These streets bustled with so much activity and life. I miss everyone so much, but we are Sin’dorei. We are hardened survivors, and we are the best at enduring. I cannot be weak. I will never be weak again.
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 6, 1800 Hours:
I’ve been staying with my adoptive mother, Decime. She was sympathetic to my thoughts on my departure and has invited me to stay as long as I need. However, I know I am much too proud to be a useless burden on an elder; I’ve been helping out with house chores along with the other servants, much to their chagrin. But what good is a lady of the house if she cannot even perform the same duties as those under her?
I am no gaudy noble. I never have a problem with rolling up my sleeves.
My mentor’s sister, Magistrix Lyleath Evergleam, pointed me toward potential work that did not involve swinging a blade around nor marching in heavy phoenix plate: Research for an ancient artifact.
It’s on a void-saturated world called Telogrus, and I couldn’t get much other details. Even she didn’t know. This sounds suspicious, but it warrants more investigation--For my own peace of mind if nothing else.
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 10, ???? Hours:
‘Void-saturated’ is an understatement. Telogrus is so bleak and dark that I can barely see at times if my eyes don’t adjust. Time flows differently on this world, and I can never tell whether it should be day or night.
I’ve been assigned to a research team consisting of Lyleath and a cryptographer, Daeco. Lyleath has always been pleasant alongside her brother, and we still have an amicable relationship. Daeco is quiet and often seems to be in his own thoughts when he’s not helping unlock the artifact, but he seems genuine.
This artifact appears like an cube with interlocking, ethereal gears and strange runic inscriptions in a language beyond me. I can feel its power pulsating off of the object. It ripples through my entire form. The feeling is strangely invigorating.
If we’re successful, this thing, whatever it is, can give an entire new power to my people. We’ve endured so much. We’ve lost so much, and we need a blessing to come our way badly. This thing can very well be our second rising from the ashes.
????th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day ???, ???? Hours
I awoke in a cot. My body is bandaged, and I don’t know how long I’ve been unconscious. We unlocked the artifact, and the last thing I remember is some sort of shadowy figure emerging from a gateway. The sense of being plunged into an ocean of thick, choking water overcame me. I could barely breathe. This thick, blackened energy flooded every fiber of my being. I could feel my mind slipping with every moment.
I think there was some sort of battle. I think I saw Alleria Windrunner through my prison. She was fighting the shadowy figures. The last thing I remember are the voices, the horrible nightmares filled with the voices. They speak awful things even as I write this.
Some of the others have stabbed their eardrums out, but they still writhe about as if they could still hear them. There’s a letter opener next to my cot, and the idea is tempting.
I can only go back to sleep now and hope that this is all a nightmare. I just want the voices to stop. Someone, please just make them stop...
(The rest of the entry trails off into garbled gibberish and insane drawings)
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 18, ???? Hours
Lyleath and Daeco survived the attack. They awoke earlier than me, and according to them, it’s been eight days since the day ten's entry. The attack happened on the seventeenth. Everyone has changed. Our Sun-blessed skin is gone. We look like walking corpses. Our hair appears as if it has a mind of its own. I'm ugly.
We’ve been infected by the Void.
Not everyone had survived. I estimate we lost a third of the research team in the attack. I saw Magister Umbric, the spearhead of this entire expedition, conversing with Alleria about… something about an exile.
I only pray that we can return home.
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 19, ???? Hours
We’ve been branded traitors to the Sin’dorei…
My hand shakes as I write this. I cannot believe it. It feels as if my heart has been ripped out of my chest. We have been forsaken. Those that attempted to enter the city have been turned away or killed on sight. They call us monsters and aberrations.
Alleria and Umbric stood side by side as they made the announcement: We were no longer changed Sin’dorei.
We are now Ren’dorei: Children of the Void. The Alliance has chosen to take us in as allies. A portal leading out of the Rift has been opened in Stormwind City.
I’m scared. All of us are former Horde. We’ve been allowed into the maw of the beast. I don’t want to go. I could be killed. The voices grow worse each day, and those of us who know how to fight against them are in short supply. I don’t know where Robert, Cala, or Meyanna are. They must be worried sick. I just… I don’t have the courage to venture out.
(Tears dot the rest of the entry, making the rest illegible)
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 20, ???? Hours
I’m frustrated by my weakness.
Both Lyleath and Daeco have been standing at my side to comfort and reassure me. I’ve been barely eating. Fear has taken hold of my senses, and I add to this journal in my moments of sanity. They’ve been teaching me how to fight back against the voices.
They speak in half-truths or outright lies. They are not your friend. They drown out your own mental voice. Your own mind must be louder than them. I’ve been trying to fight back, but this feels like an uphill battle.
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 21, ???? Hours
Magister Umbric and Alleria looked enraged today as a report came in. There have been assaults against those who have ventured outward for Stormwind, solidifying my fears. Some of us were beaten badly. The rest, turned away from the establishments they visited. My new brethren are angry and scared.
Anasterian, Ann’da, Minn’da, I need strength. I must make the trip soon. I know I can’t keep staying in the Rift forever. I have a family. Lyleath knows of my past as her brother’s protege. I need work, and I need to keep my head down. She suggested a place named Stormwind University: A school like the ones Ann’da sent me to.
I need courage. I am a wall on which both the Scourge and Amani break. I must be strong.
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 22, ???? Hours
A letter arrived today for all of us. We… We couldn’t believe it when we broke the wax seals.
The King himself sent us each a personal letter, giving us all courage and reassurance. I cried when I read it. I will keep it here on this page to give me strength:
(Enclosed is a letter penned in a cursive font. The Stormwind Royal stamp is pressed into the corner of the page):
"Welcome, Miss Strifetamer,
I am King Anduin Wrynn. As a new member of the Alliance, I wished to greet you personally. The Void Elves may be a recent addition to our ranks, but Alleria Windrunner is one of our greatest heroes. Under her tutelage, the powers you wield will aid our cause.
These are troubled times for Azeroth. In the days to come, you will face many trials... fight many foes. Know that you are never alone against the darkness, for the Alliance stands with you. I look forward to hearing of your progress. Something tells me I'll hear about them soon.
Safe travels, Miss Strifetamer,
Though you walk among the shadows, you are a beacon of hope to us all."
Lor’themar is no longer my king. It appears Anduin has taken that seat. I am a beacon. I am a wall.
I am Ren’dorei, and I will be strong.
2815th year of Anasterian’s Reign, Day 23, ???? Hours
With a shaky hand and nervousness clouding my mind, I penned my application to hopefully a new workplace. I don’t know what Evanon would say if he saw me now, but this ‘university’ gives me a chance to continue his legacy.
I hope that they don’t turn away Ren’dorei. I’m not sure if I could join the Alliance military or guardsmen.
But I am Ren’dorei; I am a survivor. I have endured the Amani. I have endured the Scourge. I will endure this. I am strong.
I will deal with whatever happens.