Mishawee's blog

I met Coyotl today, the first member of Wolfsong I've encountered after all these years, and I hardly recognized her. It was awkward at first; speaking to her stirred feelings of pain and loss. Moreso for her than me, I guess; she is recovering from the loss of her mother. I showed her my album, which seemed to brighten her spirits, if only for a little while.

A few days ago I found myself meditating in the plains of Mulgore. When I opened my eyes, Thunder Bluff was spread out before me, clouds arrayed above the central rise as though it were burning, sending smoke signals into the sky. I sat watching it, thunderstruck for a long moment before I recalled my camera. Here is the image I captured.

I feel guilt for expressing this, but I must admit that the loss of the Wolfsong tribe has brought unexpected blessings. Being freed of my shamanistic responsibilities has allowed me the opportunity to travel the world and experience its myriad denizens. The strength of friendship bonds I've encountered far outshines the imperfections, dishonesty, and villainy. This has at least in part restored my faith in this world. Here there is something worth fighting for and protecting.

Here are some pictures I've taken of many Azerothians over the course of my travels.

The blighted castle of Kharazan is now a tomb, a silent looming reminder of what happens when we enlist demons to do our dirty work.

Here are a few pictures from my ventures into its crumbling heights.

It's been many months since I set hoof on the alien landscapes beyond the Dark Portal, yet I think the sights I've seen there will be forever burned into my mind. In no other place have I witnessed such a cacophony of chaotic energies. This is what would become of Azeroth if we continue to allow warlocks, death knights, and blood elves to practice their craft unchecked.

Here are a few photographs from the time I spent there.

After two years and hundreds of gold in translators' fees, I've finally got it: the gift of sight. Wide rimmed goggles with custom-fitted warped lenses, an achievement made possible by the fine craftsmanship of the Gnomes. Now I can see everything with unspeakable clarity, even mountains in the far distance. The instant I put them on was a revelation, a sight of such clarity that I had only experienced in visions and dreams.