Realm of Death

I thought I was stronger, better, more in tuned to mind and body working together, overcoming fear. Right up until I forgot my training and allowed two Grimtotem Tauren Destroyers to bash my brains in with their heavy maces. My fault really. I could have planned my attack better, watched the distance between them closer, healed myself faster. Any one of those single acts would have made a difference. I am not even sure if I attempted to heal myself at all. My memories of that moment are vague. Though healed now, my head is still sore and my thoughts scattered.

Call it rash, but with this head injury, I agreed to go to battle against the Horde at Arathi Basin. Up to now, my contact with them has been minimum. I should have volunteered my services before now. The first surge met with utter defeat, so soundly, that I spent much time in that ghostly realm with the spirit healer. To describe it...like a dream you don't want to leave...but your comrades are fighting on, dying...one cannot stay in this peaceful place. After regrouping, we surged again, multiple times and won, though the spirit healer had much to do keeping us going. I fought more aggressively than I ever have, the adrenaline of such a heady feeling. I am ready to go back again.

After this, my head was screaming with pain so I retreated to Stormwind, hoping I might have a chance to speak to my paladin friend face to face. He was there and he even escorted me into the stockade to kill a hardened criminal I had missed with my first assassination assignments in that horrible place. To watch him fight...well...I had such...I do not know. I will have to think on this.

I must rest.