Bucksan's Journal

''Bucksan carries this journal with him at all times. He records tales of his adventures, quests, meetings and discoveries on its pages.''

February 27th, 28.

 * When confusion clouds an already overburdened mind, revenge is often what comes up.

Today I awoke from my pod. A year I’ve been trapped. My best friend Ranvahl and the sweet innocent Tamani are nowhere to be found. My mother has been left behind as the horde of Fel Orcs ravaged Lower City.

I feel lonely. I feel sick. I feel angry. Bloodlust. Revenge.

The Naaru and the Light have abandoned us. We are but a little flicker of nothing, unable to stand our ground when the enemy comes. BUT NO MORE! I will rise up, be born again and reach the Exodar! There, Velen the omnipotent will guide me on my path. He will tell me what I have to do to make things right.

I heard of Nobundo, a Broken that spoke to the Wind and stands besides Velen as an equal. What happened to our fellow Exiled in Shattrath cannot be forgotten. We CANNOT and WILL NOT shove them aside like vulgar beggars. Every Broken walking Azeroth and what remains of Draenor was once a proud Draenei. Should my mother be still alive, she is probably one of them!

I must reach the Exodar and speak to Velen and Nobundo. Only they can help me make sense of this…of this downfall of our once proud civilisation.

Oh how I wish I was born during the Argus days…