Jul. 3rd, 2015

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[ It has been a month's time spent within Allaidh Darach and so far all Jaina's managed to do besides travel is catch up on recent news. There's centuries worth of tales here--many which have been lost due to the destruction of various sources--so there's no end to the stories that fall from the lips of others. Admittedly it's kept her mind off of the loss of one of her allies, as questionable as it may be to call Garrosh Hellscream that, so by time she settles in at a tavern in Daonna she's decided that she's had enough with the distractions. Now is the time for action, but where does she begin?

An introduction is what she's decided on. Having skipped out on the feast due to her own (overwhelming) feelings and to chase after the back of someone familiar, she missed the opportunity to make some new connections of her own. Truly it was her own fault for sticking with fellowship she's known instead of reaching out to new individuals, but she won't allow her decision to breed contempt. Her finger gently circles the locket before she manages to sort out the magic behind it and in turn, the visual catches her delight before her expression hardens into something more fit for a public introduction.
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Greetings my fellow Shardholders. [ She fidgets a bit in place, unsure of whether or not her full image is being captured by the locket. ] I am Jaina Proudmoore, a sorceress from the land of Azeroth though it appears as if that no longer matters as we all must play the role we have been assigned. War is a burden I cannot bear--will not bear--so an alternative is what I seek.

Peace has been my life's work. [ It's a phrase she hasn't had to repeat in a while as the two warring factions of her world came together briefly to take down even greater threats. ] From what I have gathered, diplomacy of that nature has been attempted to no avail and the monarchs will provide no succor to those who go against their command. If I must, so be it, but I will do aught peacefully if such a path is available to me. In remembering all that we have lost, we are reminded of what we still have.

The power of free will is not so easily discarded. [ What a bold and rebellious debut. ]