Invasion of Gilneas, Entry 5

Tobias left a few minutes ago to see what's up, I think he thinks that if the coast is clear everyone else could make a break for it.

Were in the Light's Dawn Cathedral and it's unnervingly quiet. We've just finished dispatching the last of the worgen inside and are currently milling about… I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. We've been fighting for so long (at least, it feels like a long time, really it couldn't have been more than a few days at most) that the silence is oppressive.

The natural amount of paranoia that I just have isn't helping either, neither is the fact that my gut is screaming that something God awful is going to happen soon.

What besides me turning into a worgen? No idea.

I've been trying to remember what happens after and I just… What's the point I guess. If I'm going to die that is.

I should have said something sooner.

Would it have stopped all of this from happening? Probably not. But I could have saved so many more people by just giving them a fucking warning.

But what do I do instead? I pretend. I pretend that I'm, in fact, not from another world, that I didn't know what was going to happen, that I haven't played these scenarios before. I pretended that I was just like everyone else here, that the only remarkable thing about me was that I washed up on Gilneain shores with "no memory" of how I got there or where I came from.

These people open up their arms to me and welcomed me as one of their own. And if anyone at home knows their lore, they'd know that Gilneains (read: Genn) are a rather distrusting bunch.

And what do I do?

I fuck 'em all over.

This is my punishment. I get it now. For whatever reason I was brought here to warn Gilneas about the worgen. About Sylvanas and her Forsaken. But I ballsed it up and now I'm going to turn into a mindless killing machine.

That seems fair. Now that I think about it.

Become something even more mindless than I already am.

Yup.

I'm going to hind this under the bookshelf that I'm siting against, hopefully no one finds it.

But Just in case someone does…

Dear Jack,

Thank you for pushing me to become a druid, you were right to say that someday the only person that I could rely on was myself and when the time came I ripped a whole bunch of worgen a new one. I hope you're safe, and alive. Alive and safe.

And I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I really was. There is no excuse that I lied to you and I hope that you can, someday, forgive me.

Riendeau

Dear Shand'do,

Thank you for training me. Thank you for encouraging me. Thank you for protecting me and being the mother that I so sorely miss.

Thank you for comforting me, when we had to hunt down those rabid bears and kill them, you knew that I had never killed anything before and said that it was okay. Thank you for respecting and commending my belief that all life is sacred, but that, at the same time, understood that I understood that some things must be done.

I'm sorry that our last words were just me lying to you. I wanted so, so badly to go with you. Or slink away. One of the two… But I… I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you or any of the other survivors.

So if I live, feel free to sit on me…

I'm sorry.

Riendeau

Dear Crowley,

I know you won't get a chance to read this but, thank you for trusting me, even though I was bit. Thank you for being a father, even though you need a solider more. Thank you for giving me a chance to do a little more good in the world, even though I don't deserve it.

I don't expect you to forgive me, in fact I'm sure you'll hate me. So I won't as for your forgiveness. Instead, all I can do is apologize.

I'm sorry I'm not the hero I could have been.

Riendeau

Dear Your Majesty,

You put your faith in me, you trusted me and I was not totally honest with you. I have written this rather quickly and have passed it on to Crowley, since I do not know what fate has in store for me.

If you are reading this and I am not present, either because I'm running around as some mindless monster or that I'm dead, but please, know that I am sorry.

I knew that the cures was coming, when specifically I did not know, but I knew. And that is inexcusable.

The truth is that I'm from another world.

Impossible I know but it's the truth.

And in this world I have seen what happens next.

After the curse Sylvanas and her Forsaken will come seeking to take control of Gilneas and there is very little that can be done to stop it.

She will instruct one of her generals to continue production of The Plauge, something even Garrosh himself forbids. Oh, right, Garrosh Hellscream becomes Warchief after Thrall leaves to save Azeroth. The Night Elves come and help us. They take us across the sea to Teldrassil, where your people remain until moving to take back Gilneas. When that is I do not know.

A summit will be held for you and your people's readmission into the Alliance.

Varian is very butthurt about this. But later becomes less butthurt and allows for your people to rejoin the Alliance.

Some Highborne are murdered. Maiev Shadowsong is the one responsible for this and tries to kill Malfurion Stormrage as well. Do not trust her.

Also Garrosh uses Proto-Drakes and Magnataur taken from Northrend. They use them to take Silverwing outpost. Priestess Tyrande goes to investigate and almost gets assassinated, but lives.

One last thing: Watch Garrosh. An island is discovered cal—