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| - It is over. Finally, it is over. Yet, perhaps a wiser assessment is that is just beginning. For the past month I have been in the Blasted Lands, following my instincts about the Dark Portal. When I arrived, the Portal was fairly inactive; in fact, it was closed. I turned my efforts to seeing if Nethergarde Keep needed aid, or had some information about the Portal. The only information that I could find was that of books written about the Portal; specifically, the events that surrounded it during the Second War. However, many at the Keep shared my instincts, sensing the calm before the storm. With the inactive Portal mocking my instincts about it, I turned my attention to hunting down the demons that infested the area until something turned up that could justify my instincts. "Something"
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| - It is over. Finally, it is over. Yet, perhaps a wiser assessment is that is just beginning. For the past month I have been in the Blasted Lands, following my instincts about the Dark Portal. When I arrived, the Portal was fairly inactive; in fact, it was closed. I turned my efforts to seeing if Nethergarde Keep needed aid, or had some information about the Portal. The only information that I could find was that of books written about the Portal; specifically, the events that surrounded it during the Second War. However, many at the Keep shared my instincts, sensing the calm before the storm. With the inactive Portal mocking my instincts about it, I turned my attention to hunting down the demons that infested the area until something turned up that could justify my instincts. "Something" came. I know not how, but the Portal was opened; apparently by the demon lord Kazzak. What followed was bloody battle that was greater than any I have ever faced, even the battle against the silithid at Cenarion Hold one year ago (practically to the day according to the date in my journal on that entry). The silithid are at least finite in their threat. When you kill a silithid, it stays dead. When you kill a demon, it merely travels back to the Nether and awaits rebirth. And so it was when legions of demons poured out of the Portal, bolstered by their Dreadknight commanders. When one demon fell, more came through to take its place. I do not know for how long that battle raged on, my thoughts were focused on surviving to kill more demons, not on time. What I do know is that we were not pushed back. Not once. The fortifications of the Argent Dawn were the first and last thing any of those demons saw upon coming through to our world. And now, they have ceased their march. The Portal is once again quiet. This time however it is still open. Many have used this opportunity to take the fighting to the Legion. For years I have fought the Legion's presence on Azeroth, often times with no one other than Kodrak or Shadow to watch my back. Yet for all of my efforts, my effect on the Legion has been minimal; I am merely an annoying insect that refuses to be swatted. Now that has changed. The enemy I have hunted these past years lies beyond that Portal. Now my arrows can strike deeper. Now Azeroth can finally take the offensive. Indeed, it is only just the beginning. -Bronil Nightwind Sitting in her chair, Celesst finally closed the journal having read the last entry more times than any other. Part of her always wanted to stop her brother from leaving -- to protect him as he so desperately tries to protect her. The other part wanted him to leave because she knew it was what he had to do; what he was meant to do. But that second part of her was not so strong this time. This time was different. Bronil was not merely leaving home. He was leaving this world and entering a more dangerous one where she could not follow. A nudge against her forearm took her out of her deep thought, and reminded her that her brother would not be alone. She smiled and patted Kodrak. "You be sure to look out for him, Kodrak". "He always does. Even when I tell him not to." Bronil interrupted with a smirk, thinking back to all of the times he had unsuccessfully told Kodrak to retreat while he remained in battle. Celesst shared his smirk, or at least tried to. It might have been easier if her brother had not entered the room in his armor. "Time for you to leave?" she inqured. Bronil nodded solemnly in response. As much as she wanted not to, she handed his journal back to him, and hugged him tight. "Don't --". "I know, I know. Don't get in over my head. Come back safe." he finished for her in his usual reassuring smile. That smile always brought comfort to her somehow. Even now when her brother was fully intent on facing the Legion head-on, that smile brought comfort. She could only smile in return. "You try so much to be like father," she shook her head slightly at drawing the comparison. He truly did remind her of their father, always looking out for his family before himself. "Ande'thoras-ethil, brother." With that, Bronil and Kodrak walked out of the room and then out of the house. Celesst watched him ride off towards Darnassus mounted on Wind with Kodrak keeping pace alongside him. She ignored the idea that this might be the last she would ever see of him, and conjured up the mental image of his smile. As added support, Tyron placed his arm around her. "Do not worry, my love, he will return once more. I have lived many hundreds of years and have seen many trials and those who would face them. Bronil carries himself the same way as the warriors of old, I can see it in his eyes. The Legion has much to fear."
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