The Journey - Entry One

Entry one
I have decided not to date or time these entries in the event they are discovered, and subsequently used to track us. As such, I will also not be listing locations in this text. That can wait until verbal reports become apparent.
I’ve become quite proficient in pulling my body through the Twisting Nether to places I need to be, which is good. It will allow me to continue doing my duty to Dagger and Totem and to the Horde while still remaining with my mate, now in hiding. Sergeant Watrus has also kindly agreed to help us out, her pathfinding and hunting skills are invaluable to this personal mission, as we will be living somewhat off the radar for quite some time now.
We aim to make ourselves scarce from anywhere the Twilights may have a hold, and so our eventual goal will be *scribbled out* somewhere they’re not likely to be.
Watrus is currently finding us something to eat. Probably bear, wolf or spider meat. A lot of people seem to balk at the idea of eating spider meat, but it’s white and slightly crisp and tastes a lot like some sea creatures, only more salty. There’s also the added pain of having to clean it thoroughly, to make sure the poison glands haven’t added any of their special sauce to it. I didn’t even know what a poison gland was until just the other morning, but I suppose it makes sense.
Ursala is sound asleep, curled up next to me, where she belongs. I don’t care what anyone says, she’s not going back to the Twilights. There she faces a steep chance of either being murdered, or being forced to participate in atrocities against her people. I won’t sit idly by and allow this to happen. I won’t allow her to become a war criminal against the Horde, I simply can’t do that. I will have to apologise profusely to the Chieftain, but that’s the way it is. I’ve already threatened to cripple her if she attempts to leave to re-join them again. Funny. When our relationship started she would never blindly follow orders like this. It makes me fret and worry as to what they’ve done to her, and I hope and pray to the Elements that it can be reversed.
When I think of the Twilights I was always angry, but I didn’t have a focus for that anger. It was dull and mild. I would, of course, slay any lawbreaking Twilight who crossed my path, but I wouldn’t make any especial effort to uproot their organisation and destroy them down to the last wild eyed youngster dabbling in things they didn’t understand. Now, I feel I might pluck a Twilight child from its mothers arms and dash its head against the ground, such is the rumbling of my rage. Better to die in service to the Elements and to the Horde than to spend your days following whatever unspeakable evil the Twilight Cult serve.
I heard stories, as I grew as a Shaman and as an Orc, of a powerful Elemental Lord known as Ragnaros within the molten core of Blackrock Mountain. Some claimed that he was driven insane by something unspeakable, but I heard only campfire stories and not solid facts. I need more knowledge and most importantly I need more facts. Who and what exactly are the Twilights? Even the Earthen Ring members I’ve spoken to, admittedly lower members, have not really been gifted with the truth of all things and so could not provide me with much more than tidbits of information. It didn’t seem important then, but it’s pressingly important now.
She keeps having dreams, my mate, of horrible things occurring. I think the Twilights are looking to strike out once more, and so I prepare my body for war. My head is shorn of excess hair and I am in the process of making myself a new suit of heavy mail armour. My weapons will be re-forged or freshly made as soon as I can catch up with Ciite, or another of the Clan’s skilled smiths.
I need to speak with the Clan, and the other Sergeants. We need to be on high alert. War is coming, we’ve seen the smoke and where there’s smoke… there’s fire.
Tomorrow we’ve decided to move on south, through that dreaded path. I think it is called *scribbled out furiously* .. this is harder than I had first imagined. No wonder the Daggers are kept separate from the rest of us. Either way, it’s apparently got spiders the size of the ones milling about in the mossy ground out here, only they’ll be hidden in nooks and crannies, down potholes and on the ceilings. The whole tunnel will likely be filled with spiderwebs, making it extremely perilous even for the three of us. One foul move, one stumble, one pothole and you’ll end up stuck in there alerting the whole nest. That’s if they do nest. I don’t know, really. I’ll ask Watrus when she gets back.
Alternatively I could see if fire fancies giving me a hand up there, spiders don’t like fire much.
Watrus is coming back with a bit of bear for dinner it looks like, so I’ll leave this here and get to waking up the mate.
Signed 
Gulgrim,
Sergeant of Dagger and Totem
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