AN: Welcome to my inane ramblings! Affectionately shorted to Iroo, this story is based around short journal entries. As such, multiple days may find their way to a single page or skipped do to the character being busy and recalled during a later days writing. It is something of an experiment so I hope you enjoy. Stick around today for the shorter chapters two and three because I meant to release this days ago :D

Day 1

I don't recall ever writing in a journal before, but I know it helps with recalling events. I suppose I need it considering the events of today though I'll go into those in order. Seriously, even as I write this I am still in shock. Having to get used to this piece of charcoal with much larger hands is awkward but it's a plentiful resource and the parchment is far more important.

The first major event of the day was honestly just waking up. I'd dozed off after a night of reading and while winding up back in bed wasn't uncommon I certainly never woke with a faceful of warm sand. My confusion only increased when I tried to lift myself from the sand and felt the heat of the sun beating down on me along with a rush of physical power. The oddly green skin, muscles, and tusks were an experience to see as well.

I'll admit I wasted several minutes staring at my new body and surroundings. A desert beach, ever with mountains in the background, was far from my usual style. A tower off in the distance made my stomach flip and when I stumbled my way to the water I found an orc staring back at me wearing simple pants and a brown shirt.

It only took me a moment to turn towards the tower in search of food. And a weapon. I easily recognized the orc staring back at me as belong to Azeroth and things here would want to kill me. A lot.

I could make out the original gates of Orgrimmar in the distance by the time I approached the tower, which put the timeline questions I was feeling a little more at ease. No invasions from the afterlife for me, thank you. The pair of orcs manning the tower were at least helpful enough to scratch their heads and point me to the city when I explained I had woken on the beach and didn't know my name. They said something about a shaman helping me but honestly even though I found it weird that I could understand them, they couldn't speak very well.

Discovering just how strong I now am came as one of the biggest shocks so far. A boar, roughly half my size, decided that I was an easy target to gore. I grabbed the fat little thing by the tusks before throwing it to the side. Round two ended with me kicking it a good ten feet before it decided that was enough and left.

The great gate that separated Orgrimmar from Durotar was awe inspiring and if I had a camera I'd have taken many cheesy photos. The guards and people didn't even blink as I walked through gaping like an idiot. Though, that one blood elf I passed gave me an odd look when I thought I had discreetely looked at her. She was absolutely gorgeous of course, but I was more interested in her glowing eyes. Green is my favorite color.

The Valley of Strength was a massive cultural shock to a sheltered nerd like me, but while I took the chance to stare around in nostalgia I needed out from under the sun. I also needed money so I started hitting up shopkeepers in search for a job. Keep in mind this is Azeroth, they aren't hiring me to man the shop, they sent me on petty errands for most of today and my legs REALLY ache! Sorry, I needed to get that out there.

My search eventually ended when the Orgrimmar General Store, yes they had an official brand, offered me a job as a delivery boy as their previous one had run off to war in Outland. They had actually been the first I'd asked, and declined to hire me, but I guess Shimra saw my continuing failure that morning and took pity on me. The sob story about the beach and amnesia definitely helped my case I think.

They also gave me a bit of dried meat to tide me over while I made my deliveries, so off I went to my deliveries and exploration of the city. Thankfully Shimra gave good directions. Orgrimmar was just so much more than I think I can explain. Like how the bank is indeed one of the first things you see when you enter the city, out across a gathering area from the gate and surrounded by houses and shops of all sorts.

The store currently resided (Yes journal, I'm aware of the relocation) against the cliffs Southwest from the bank, to the left of you as you enter the city. They had a great location and clear sight of most of the Valley of Strength considering their position near the main roads. No buildings blocked the way from them to the bank and the massive tower overlooking the valley. Every so often a flying beast would come or go from the tower, wyverns being in the vast majority.

Homes stretched along the canyon wall to the Northwest and the East while in the distance I could barely make out the entrace of The Drag, mostly by the numerous hides or whatever stretched out above it. The largest structure along the East side of the valley was easily the auction house, and a steady stream of figures wandered in and out of the building.

My first few stops were just random items other shops needed and while I tried to remember them all it got confusing after a while. I perked up when they had something to deliver to a smith in the Valley of Honor and I must say, I adored the cooler air of The Drag on my way through, even if the rogues made me want to punch them. Those dirty smirks as if they were hot shit, bah!

I only allowed myself a quick look over at the Hall of the Brave before I rushed off to finish my delivery. I'd almost forgotten what the older structure looked like but I remember countless runs up that hill from another time. At least the rest of the valley was interesting to look at, if more cluttered with buildings than I was expecting.

I would definitely have to come for a closer look but my time there was short, I delivered the items and rushed back to the store in hope they had more work for me. Sadly, they did not but directed me to the Kodohide Leatherworkers in the Drag where I met an orc named Morgum. He didn't seem to like me much but he let me run a couple of errands before sending me on my way.

Free from my obligations and with enough copper to feed myself, I spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering around Orgrimmar after buying parchment at The Mighty Pen. I also caught sight of the Mannoroth tree and spent several minutes in a daze as I stared. I'm not sure I could see something like that on a battlefield and not run, it was so massive and terrifying in size.

Securing a bunk at an inn wasn't too expensive so I used what little of my money remained to pay for a night and tried to think of what to do tomorrow. There were always things to do around Azeroth but never much inside the cities if you didn't have money, seriously. Unfortunately I also didn't have any weapons or training I could rely on so the outside world sucked.

I also learned that what I thought was English was interpreted as Common so bonus, I now speak TWO languages! I'm half tempted to find the military recruiters and ask if they want a translator. Remembering the Twilight Highlands definitely put me off the path of a diplomat but a military translator would at least get arms and training, right?

Oh who am I kidding, I'd never do something that crazy. Accepting the random name of Borgin that Trak'gen gave to me back in the store was pretty wild to me. I usually want to know what things mean but whatever. Farewell journal, I'll think things over while I rest.

-Borgin