The Iron Horde

October 26, 2014

It has begun.

When we thought the world had come into a time of peace. The dream is shattered.

For two years I lay away from the battle field, tired of the relentless fighting, but now it is my time to once again walk upon the blood stained ground under fallen allies and foes.

The Portal has been opened. The past rearranged. The Iron Horde threatens to devour our world, and I will not stand for it. We, the people of Azeroth, will not stand for it. We will defend our home until our dying breath.

The former warlord of the Horde will not prevail. He will try, and he will fall. His reign of terror will end.


August 30th

August 31, 2011

Many months have passed since The Destroyer came through our city, demolishing nearly half of it in his wake. We hardly slept for weeks afterwards. To this day, nothing has been the same. Over the city seems to hang a cloud of despair. One that looms heavily over every one of the citizens. It weighs heavily on each of our hearts.

Though even in these very dark and dismal times seems to shine a ray of hope for better days to come. In the darkness there is always light. I have found my own light.

He gives me hope. He brings me peace. A single shining light in what I thought would always be a grey world for me.

I had given up hope that such things were possible for me. My past experiences with… love… Well, the earlier entries of this journal speak enough of those trials. But, I had given up hope. I was content to continue my work with the Order. I had even briefly considered retirement, but I knew I would never be happy unless I was still involved. I could have lived a mediocre existence with out love. It was not something I was particularly striving to find. During that time, it found me.

Older and wiser. He has seen much in his day. His grey-blue eyes tell the stories of his life, but he does that well enough on his own. How I enjoy hearing him recall the days of his youth over morning tea. We sit each morning together speaking of our pasts, our present endeavors, and what may lie ahead for us in the future. We are hardly with out things to speak of. Life has become so pleasant since he has entered it. I believe he feels the same.

I have found happiness. I pray it does not slip through my fingers as it has before.


November 15, 2010

Anger. It resides in all of us. Some are better able to restrain this feeling than others. We are taught to with hold that feeling. Never to embrace it. Anger only led to self destruction and pain. Instead, we are taught to show compassion. To love all of the races, even those who might wish harm upon us. We are the beacons of hope and Light for our people. We are the cornerstone. The ones who are brave even when faced with death.

Yet, even with all of our training and the nagging voices of our mentors in our minds, the feelings that are forbidden still find a way to creep into our hearts. It begins slowly. A warming sensation in the center of our beings. It is easy enough to ignore when the flame is so dim. But as time goes on, this flame begins to grow. It begins to consume you. No longer so easy to ignore. The feeling burns hot all around you, under your skin. Soon, the hate, the anger, the frustration is all you are able to feel. All you are able to think of. All that you have worked to over come is now the only part of you that others can see. No longer the symbol of strength and devotion.

Is this what I have become? A shell of my former self? Upon looking into a mirror I hardly recognize my own reflection. I have changed so much. I fear that I will no longer be the same. I will no longer be a bastion of Light, a Knight for my people. I am a citizen. A citizen of the city. A citizen with a life that is no longer hers.


July 5, 2010

His hand brushed hers. Her fingers unknowingly curled outward to reach for his touch. The contact of his skin on hers made her shiver and bristle with a strange excitement. She hated how he always had that power over her. No matter how strong she attempted to be, he could always crumble her defenses. Her kneels would shake. Her breath would hasten, her heart pounding in her ears. She could only wonder if he knew the effect he had on her. When they were together he was the only one she saw.

His lips brushed delicately against hers. Such a teasing action. She thanked the gods for all her training for it was the only thing that held her together. She felt as though she would fall apart in front of him. How she wanted to return his light, loving affections, but thoughts brought her back to the reality of the situation. Thoughts of another and the past that still lingered in her heart.

She remembered the grief he had put her through. The rumors still buzzed in her ears. The sight of him in another one’s arms still seared into her memories. Looking at him, she could almost still see the slight framed priestess over his shoulder smiling at her with that wicked smile. That woman had lied to her and so had he. She battled with the thought of forgiveness for the past transgressions. They had taught her forgiveness in her training. All her life, the teachings of the Light were to show compassion to those who might trespass against you. To not seek divine retribution for those who had hurt you, but to offer humility. To forgive. She wondered if she could ever do such a thing.

His words blew across the back of her neck, the hairs on her skin standing up and causing her to nearly quake with a secret passion for this man. How he ignited her. She hoped that he could not see the torment he was putting her through. Every muscle in her body was tense from restraining herself. So easy it would be to give into her urges, to fall into his arms, to love him as she always wanted to. She knew that would be a terrible idea. There was too much that had been left unsaid, and too much that had been said. She knew too much and remembered more than she cared to. It was in these moments that she had secretly wished her memory never returned. Perhaps all of this might have been easier. To know this man as someone completely knew. To never have remembered the hurt and disappointment. Oh but his touch… the way his eyes sparkled as they looked at her. Gentle fingertips brushing away her ruddy locks from her emerald eyes. Watching his own deep brown pools travel over her features and along the outlines of her frame. She knew his thoughts from the windows of his eyes.

How stupid could I be. A simpleton could see that you are no good for me, but you are the only one I see.

A ghost from the past

July 1, 2010

She had not noticed him enter the quiet tavern. Her attention was far too focused on the dark-haired man standing near her and the conversations of her friends who were all gathered by the fireplace. It was turning out to be a lovely evening. Then suddenly everything changed.

As soon as Tamsyn said his name, Kamillia’s heart sank. That name had not been said in months. Months was not enough time. It was almost a year since he had disappeared from her life. Since he had disappeared from her thoughts and her heart. That was a lie. She never had completely pushed him away from her. There was still some part of him that lingered in her. That lingered in her heart and on her mind.

She met his quiet eyes. Those eyes that she had stared into so lovingly not so long ago. The eyes she looked into on their wedding day. The ring she still kept in a small jewelry box on her dresser, along with the necklace he had given her. The necklace that was given to her in Nagrand. All of that seemed so long ago now. But every past moment came back to her in a rush that was almost powerful enough to knock her over.

Out of the tavern she ran, nearly tripping over her feet as she passed the threshold. In the rain she sat and wept silently. Once again she would shed tears for this man. Kamillia was certain that her tears for him had dried up long ago, yet there they were once again. Behind her she heard footfalls of heavy boots. She thought it him, but it was only Reven. A kind man. He asked why she sat in the rain. What was she to say? Then a second set of heavy footsteps moved to stop next to him.

She did not have to turn to know who it was that now stood behind her. And like the great romances of books and stories, they stood in the rain together. He embraced her, and she allowed it. What would become of them now? So much time had passed, and so much had happened. He had returned from the dead, like a ghost to haunt her. A ghost of her past.

Artists wanted

June 10, 2010

Hey guys! I’m looking to have a rather large piece of art commissioned, and I need the name of capable artists who won’t charge me an arm and a leg for it to be done. I would really appreciate the help and the suggestions. Thanks in advanced!


June 2, 2010

Recently my thoughts have taken me back to him.

The sound of his voice as he spoke softly to me. The ring of his laugh in my ears. How his scent would fill my home. The feel of his skin against mine. Gently sparkling eyes as they gazed back into mine. So deeply rooted was his love in that stare.  My heart would skip a beat each time he looked at me, even in passing glances. He never knew any of that. I never dared tell him. I kept my emotions for him locked away deep inside my heart. Now I wish I had told him. He will never know…

February 20th

February 20, 2010

It has been months since I last looked at this journal. Months since I even thought of it. Why I choose to write in it now? I cannot say. Perhaps I feel as though the pages of this book deserve such. What is a book if its pages are empty? What is the paper if it is not filled with words? They mean little when not given that which they are destined for.

Ah so much to say, and so little space. I could fill this entire book with all that has happened since the last time I wrote in it. So much has come to pass. So little has been gained, yet so much as been lost. Saying good-bye is never easy, especially when you are not ready in your heart.

Small stains dot the page to smear the ink

Looking for the other Kam?

January 12, 2010

Hi there! Stumbled across this by accident? Looking for a different Kamillia? The one from Aion? No worries. This was Kamillia in her World of Warcraft form. Same player! is the link you want. ^.^

The end of an era…

December 18, 2009

With the end of an era comes sorrow and regret.

This will be the final entry for this blog.

As some of you may already know, I’ve finally committed myself to leaving World of Warcraft. Is it for good? Or just temporary? I can’t answer those questions yet. All I know is that I require a much needed break from the game. I’m enjoying other things such as life, the holidays, family, and *gasp!* another game. I feel like I’ve been cheating on a boyfriend for about three months and finally severing the ties from that boyfriend for the new love(s) in my life.

I just want to thank all of you, my readers, for all the support you’ve shown for this blog. It just started as something fun to do and then developed into something that was an extension of Kamillia and of myself. It was more than a creative outlet, it was almost a journal for my own feelings and thoughts. Who knew someone could relate so closely to their own make-believe character? But that’s exactly what happened. Kamillia has become such a part of my life now that she lives on in my new game. I just couldn’t quit her. (No Brokeback Mountain jokes please 😛 )

So here’s a final and fond farewell to the Kamillia I’ve known for so long and a game that was as much of my life as anything else the past four years. Who knows, maybe I’ll be back for the expansion, but for now… it’s a bittersweet goodbye.

I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and for those of you who aren’t christian a very Happy Holiday(s). Thank you again for all you’re loving support. I won’t forget about anyone, because I’ll still be reading all of your blogs. But until next time…

Lucia signing out.