Blade's Edge
A Drifter's Tale: More Memories and the Curious Child
Continued from this Drifter's tale.
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The boy had proven to be an engaged and ardent spectator, and as the sun set over Sunstrider Isle, the Ranger-Lord Elaeryn Stardrifter concluded his marksmanship demonstration and settled in for a shared supper over a campfire.
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As I coaxed the fire into being, the flames willingly blossoming under my hands, he piped up again with his questions. “I want to know more about how you came to be able to handle animals.”
I regarded him thoughtfully. “You’re quite fond of beasts, aren’t you.”
He swallowed nervously, but held my gaze. “Well, I’d be lying if I said that the animals weren’t what tipped my interest more from the Knights to the Farstriders. And, well, you told me never to lie.”
Escaping
Outland made the perfect getaway from the blood feud of elves.
Rather, the lands not involved in the feud, at any rate.
The most peaceful land fresh in Kevkaln's mind offered far too much sport for one so keen on the thrill of hunting. The marshlands reeked of Draenei, both the diluted kind and the preaching kind. Terokkar, a variant on the forests he knew all his life, seemed fit, until one was ambushed by a pack of orcs or blood elves. There's little purpose in listing the reasons not to stay in the ruined lands home to the Dark Portal...
Blade's Edge Mountains, however, had an appropriate semblance. Yes, there was the looming shadow of ogre all over, and more than once Kevkaln had seen a blazing Gnome illuminating the night sky. The presence of Kaldorei, however, gave the land a home-like feeling that Kevkaln had not felt since being home.
Thirty Seconds Over Forge Camp: Wrath
Nestled among the bladelike formations that gave the mountain range its name, the Plateau of Enlightenment was a waterless desert of compacted sand and bare rock. This particular patch of wasteland, however, was distinguished by the forest of faintly humming crystal shards scattered across the landscape. Some, half-buried in the lifeless soil, seemed to reach for the alien sky with gigantic outstretched fingers. Smaller specimens grew from the joints of the local wildlife like bone spurs, making the beasts even more intimidating than their bretheren in the canyons below.
It was oddly beautiful, in a desolate sort of way... until one noticed the dark stain spreading from the north and a greenish haze on the horizon.
