Kinarra leaned forward to stretch before settling back against the tree. She glanced around, taking in the view that always seemed bathed in the blue glow of twilight. This was the one place in all of the Shadowlands where she could find something that seemed at least familiar, Ardenweald. As she watched giant moths dance amongst the trees, she let her mind wander.
Much had happened to the Chieftain in the past several years. Foremost, was what she felt was her failure to lead the Tribe. She had refused council, and even allies, while she stubbornly waited for the Skyfather to intervene. This had destroyed her tribe and nearly cost the lives of some of her kin. After that, Kinarra had turned her back on her beliefs. She had lost her way and her kin had suffered.
The Chieftain had seen much since then. The events in Azeroth had tested her faith but they had also taught her much about the different people that lived there. The time to live in isolation had passed. It was a new world. The past was to be remembered and honored, but it was time to move forward into the future. Just as children leave home, perhaps it was time that people stood on their own feet and stopped relying on the gods. She would leave those thoughts for the philosophers and theologians. The realms were in danger, and her duty was to the people of Azeroth.
An Elder had reminded her that the root of her problem was a question of balance. There is a balance of things in this world, and in this balance is the cycle of life and death. Kinarra had learned that all beings are tied to this cycle, even the gods. Because for all their might and power, they are mortal. They are finite beings. Here in this most peaceful and beautiful of settings, she had found where they go when they die. Where they return to the cycle and await rebirth. And here, in this place they were in danger. For all she knew the Skyfather had been sleeping in a grove, which had now been sacrificed to save others, and he was lost forever. The cycle had been broken.
Kinarra now understood Greatmother Moon’s visions of weaving on a loom and everything being slowly unravelled. The very threads that hold the cycle together were being unwoven. Just as the recent crisis in Azeroth had threatened all life there, these new events threatened life in all the worlds. The Chieftain could sit quietly no longer, her path was now clear. It was time for the Whitehorn Tribe to rise once more and answer the call.
The Whitehorn Tribe is recruiting! Are you a filth casual who likes to RP and do a bit of PVE on the side? Then we might be the guild for you.