Chronicles Part 12

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I woke up, gasping for air. Immediately, pain seared through my arm, and my vision flashed red. I transformed that arm into bark, and used it to help me stand. I looked around the area, and I was hit with memories. I was in Shadowglen, staring back up at Aldrassil. I looked around, and saw so many familiar faces. I took a step, and I fell over on my arm, and pain roared throughout my body. I called to Aldrassil, and its energy flowed through me, mending my arm. I stood back up, and ran to the nearest person I saw. It was my old druid trainer, and I started to cry. He had died in the fire, and I had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to him.

I ran to him and hugged him, and he said he was surprised to see me and laughed. I now realized that the time distortions in the desert had sent me back to before the War began. I tried to tell him about the War, and Teldrassil burning, and to warn Malfurion, yet my mouth filled with sand. Choking, I spat out the sand, and looked at him sadly. I couldn’t even tell anyone that they would all die, and I left Shadowglen and flew to Darnassus.

Once there, I made my way into the Temple of the Moon, and ran up the marble ramp to where I knew Malfurion and Tyrande would be. I rounded the corner, and there was nobody there. I was too late. Twilight fell, and I flew out to Darkshore to see if I could help. Time slowed as I flew, and the landscape changed rapidly in front of me. Night turned to day, and day turned to night yet again. The Horde army rampaged through the forests, just as I was making it to shore. I stepped on a shell, and I was frozen in place. I lost track of all time, until I heard that dreaded voice.

“Burn it. I said, burn it!”

The trap melted away and I sank to my knees as I rewatched Teldrassil being burnt. I turned to rush towards Sylvanas, and time speed up. She turned towards me just as I was ripped from the past, inyo the Twisting Nether. I floated for unmeasurable amounts of time, endlessly held in a void. Eventually, the sands returned and washed me away from my prison, and I woke up, in the dusty dunes of Tanaris.

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I think my eyes are casting Downpour :sob:

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When a tree try’ta git at’cha, chop it like it’s hooot~

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Hmm?

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oh no, she’s still trapped from #11! we must form a raid and complete the quest in finding cari!

this was one of the chronicles i could see being played out in the game. someone ought to hire you!

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Yeah!

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send in your resume, and use the chronicles as reference :stuck_out_tongue:

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I should do that once I reach 100

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100th chronicle? that seems so far away. why not…25th? 50th at the least

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100 is a nice odd number.

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oh, fine. that’s gonna take a while and i’m impatient!

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but it’s even

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It’s ok.

It’s got a one and two zeroes. 1 is odd and 0 isn’t anything really so it’s an odd.

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If you ever get hired as a writer at Blizzard you must bring good ol’ Jaquestiney along. Because trust me, I make top quality stories.

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Ok, you got it.

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i wish druids could get a spell that speeds the concept of time :stuck_out_tongue:

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Mages are hogging it

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we know arcane, we should be able to alter time

not those silly humans in robes

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I agree, down with the mages!

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yeah! no more silly arcane intelligence! we’ll do fine being melee and healers!

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