Roshanar's Journal: Page 1
(The first page of a new journal)
I am unused to writing down my thoughts.
It is not something that our father ever did, to my knowledge - “Things worth remembering should be remembered” is something I remember him saying with some regularity. Besides, before Cairne's vision of Thunder Bluff as a permanent settlement, writing down one's thoughts would have created an unnecessary burden to carry as our people travelled.
But things have changed.
Heh, change. The elders say that things have been changing in this generation far faster than ever before. Ever since the coming of the orcs, things have been ever fluid, ever moving, as though life itself has decided that the pace of past generations is no longer sufficient.
But now, it seems that pace - the one so lamented by the elders - was as a snail to a plainstrider when compared to what has happened in but a few short months.
And so, here I sit, putting pen to paper. Not to pen a message to someone far away, but instead to write my thoughts to myself, to try to find some comprehension of all that has occurred. And yet, with all that has happened, I find it difficult to begin. There is just... so much.
(A blotch of ink appears here, as though the pen rested on the page for a length)
Cairne's dream is over. The hero of our people, the visionary of the future of the Shu'halo, is dead. Struck down by that damned idiot of an orc, Garrosh Hellscream, and the cowardly scheming of that slime Magatha Grimtotem. Garrosh is a child, and totally unfit to lead a hunt, let alone the Horde. Cairne was right to challenge him, and the Horde would be infinitely better off if Garrosh were dead, and Cairne leading us all. But Magatha...
I will see Magatha howl in pain for all she has done, if it costs me my dying breath. I will make her feel the pain that she has inflicted on me. On all of us. I will find the thing she loves the most, and destroy it utterly in front of her. I will make her beg for mercy, and I will deny her. She is the cause of suffering in my life, more than any other.
If it were not for Magatha, the tribe would not have become the cancerous blight that it has grown into. She has fooled the simple-minded into believing her “ideals” of self-sufficiency, of “preservation,” and the power-hungry were all too willing to go along with her.
If not for Magatha, our Chieftain would still lead us, and all the Horde would gain from his counsel.
If not for Magatha, the Skychasers would not still be burying their murdered kin.
If not for Magatha, my brother would not have disowned me.
If not for Magatha, my father would still be alive.
Baine's pardon be damned. I will see her pay, and all who follow her. They will not survive to betray us again.