Journal of an Arcane Outcast

[Enlayne]

Some days later, Shadowmoon valley.

“Very little could have prepared me for what I would find in Shadowmoon Valley. It was obvious that the general’s letter was several months old already; when I arrived at the ‘outpost’, I found instead a fortress so well built and organized that it may well have stood there for years already. The speed with which the laborers must have worked is astounding. I suspect the use of magic, though I found no traces of that in the constructions.

Perhaps the most interesting structure there is the Mage tower. The few arcanists present there informed me that it had only recently been finished, and they had been working in a tent prior to its completion. The new-built tower is well equipped for the field work required here, and I feel confident that I can even further my studies in other areas with these facilities…”

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A slight knock distracted Enlayne from her thoughts and writing. She looked up at the door, and bade entry. The door opened to reveal a tall Draenei. Her body shape indicated she was female, but she was clad in an armored robe, and her face was hidden by an exotic hooded helmet. Her livery betrayed she was a paladin of the Naaru, and she seemed to radiate a light from within, even though no such source was visible.
But it was not her appearance that impressed Enlayne. She felt awed by the powerful magical aura that surrounded the woman. She instantly recognized its unique resonance even before the door had opened, but she had not known it to be this powerful.
Enlayne stood up, bowed, and straightened her robe.

“I’m glad you could finally make it, Enlayne. Welcome to Lunarfall.”
- “General.” Enlayne nodded.
The Draenei smiled and took off her helmet.
“You know I dislike titles. Especially with those who do not fall within the hierarchy. Call me Taeriella.”
- “Ofcourse, milady. I merely upheld your rank in front of your men.”
Enlayne glanced past the woman at the two guards posted just outside the door, their backs turned to her and their general. Like all soldiers in the fortress, they wore Stormwind tabards.
Taeriella closed the door, set herself on a chair, and bade Enlayne to sit as well. Enlayne had very little interest in small-talk, but she knew all too well that the paladin would try her anyway. She always did, and such conversations often ended up in deep discussions about some moral topic or other. Enlayne had come to appreciate the opinions of this Draenei, even though she did not always agree. She smiled faintly – a rare commodity – and sat down as well…

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Journal entry, continued.

Lady Taeriella has told me a lot about the mission in Draenor, since its arrival at the portal. There is a lot to process and think about. A lot more I would like to see and investigate. Karabor, the Arakkoa, Auchindoun, Highmaul – to name a few.

And I simply MUST speak to the Archmage, Kadghar.