#silithid

When I saw it first I couldn’t believe it none. Bigger than any mountain in the vicinity, glowin’ a real eerie red. Folk said it destroyed everything in the area, people and creatures included. From my time there I discovered fast like that there were still some bastions of folk, new outposts for the Alliance and Horde, and a bit o’ them Twilight Cultists fuckin’ about like they owned the place.

Been sharin’ my lodgin’ in Orgrimmar with Camsaen and Voxxine. I hope Voxx ain’t seen this, really, hope she never has to - it’d kill her wee lil gob heart, y’know? She’s the nicest lil’ gob I’ve lain eyes on and she cares for the planet more than most of her ilk do, I know this would break her heart. She told me when this happened, when Sargeras drove his fuckin’ blade into our planet, that she felt it - and that it hurt more than anything else. I’m inclined to believe her.

I ain’t the magic type, ain’t even the nature type. I’m the type that uses blades and uses ‘em well as far as I’m concerned, but, when I was near that place ... I swear I felt somethin’, before the champions came with they real fancy weapons and drained the power outta that blade -- it was like it was talkin’. Maybe I’m just losin’ my head.

Went there ‘round the first of this month, a bit sooner for scoutin’. Had some contracts to deal with some Twilight Cultist worshippin’ ogres and some real fucked up silithid. Found Cheese there, he’s a good fella. Lil’ dude ain’t gonna grow big like his big ole silithid brethren, so I put him in my pack an’ decided to let him be a pal. Voxx told me that he was stunted or somethin’, like a hormone activated too fast for the poor guy. He ain’t that smart, either, compared to most silithid. Was gonna name him somethin’ neat like “Bones”, but he answered to Cheese of all things. I don’t even think he likes cheese.

Been in and outta Silithus for the last week or so. Tension is brewin’ among the Horde and Alliance, and I was intendin’ to stay outta it. However, lotta gold to be made stabbin’ folk that people think deserve it, and I could always use the coin. Sounds like somethin’ might be goin’ down in Kalimdor, soon - judgin’ rumors. Alliance gettin’ all uppity with the so-called “Azerite” minin’. Dunno what the fuck sorta name Azerite is, but I’m assumin’ it’s the glowin’ stuff those gobs were haulin’ outta there.

Ain’t seen this Azerite in person, truly, just the veins them gobs been minin’. No touchin’, they says, no touchin’. Rumors that when ya touch it ya get clarity, like all ya doubts and troubles go away. Sounds like it’d make a hell of a potion, but I don’t think I’d want to kill our planet for it. I saw Argus, I saw Draenor - I ain’t want none of that for my life time, or any life times to come, really. Seen enough of that shit, you feel me?

Anyways, I’m due to check for contracts soon. Ain’t real sure about this whole journal business but, man, anything to help me sleep. I think shit is aboutta go down, y’know? One war into another, that sorta thing. Kinda wish I could just manage to fuck off somewhere and live with my dogs but, don’t wanna leave anyone. I promised I wouldn’t leave.

Either way, I’ll write in this thing later. I made the cover for it myself.

Chirping and clacking, their mandibles chitter Fiends of the desert, blight of the sands In labyrinthian hives they plot as they skitter The Qiraji will soon again rule these lands