Lost in Outland

Diary of a Lonely Paladin

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Staring over the gap between Blade’s Edge and Netherstorm, I had a moment of clarity.
It pains me to admit, but Caeli is right. There are no answers in this place. It is time to move forward, and stop dwelling on a past that cannot be changed.

Staring over the gap between Blade’s Edge and Netherstorm, I had a moment of clarity.

It pains me to admit, but Caeli is right. There are no answers in this place. It is time to move forward, and stop dwelling on a past that cannot be changed.

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On to Blade’s Edge

I have been lingering in Nagrand as long as I can. It is such a stunningly beautiful place, so full of life on this frequently bleak planet. But I have accomplished all that I can here, and it is time to move on.

On my way out, I took a leisurely pass through Zangarmarsh, beautiful in it’s own way. But I have done all I can in this place, as well.

From here, it is time to head to the Blade’s Edge Mountains. I do not look forward to this leg of my journey. I have heard it to be infested with Ogres, hardly my favorite beings to deal with. The view of it’s jagged edges, seen from near Orebor Harborage, does not particularly increase my desire to go.

But go I must. I believe my first stop will be the gnomish enclave of Toshley’s Station. Once I’ve settled in there, I will need to remember to send notes to Caelista and Maelianna, lest I receive further (well meaning) lectures on sisterly worry.

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