Tahoma's Log

''This small book was once used to record long strings of numbers alongside the names of various staple plants, but later pages have been repurposed. It is written in Draenei and is generally kept in one of the cases on Tahoma's toolbelt.''

Chant of Mending (Day 18 after Landfall)

 * Find the lost,
 * Heal the hurt,
 * Mourn the dead.


 * The lost hold our hopes,
 * The hurt bear our future,
 * The dead light our memories like stars.

This is the first space I've had to write. There has been so much to do, and so many tragedies, but I know every day that we are blessed to have so many still alive. We find new survivors every day, and some escape pods were buried deeply so there are more out there. It is just a matter of finding the missing pods before their crystals dwindle too far to sustain life. The pods are densest around the crash site but some were scattered far and wide with the wreckage.

I have been awake for six days but have spent most of that time channeling as much of the Light as I could. Many times now I have wished I sought ordainment; my connection to the Light is not such that I can heal boundlessly, and there are so many who need its touch.

Ioannis and Vali not yet been found, but I have strong hopes that they are still alive. They are so near in my prayers.

Heartbeat (Day 20 after Landfall)
Today they found Vali. By the grace of the naaru he lives, but he is not yet out of danger. We have taken him to the Exodar where there are still working pods. He must sleep while he mends. I write this while listening to the reassuring beat of his heart, quarter-time and faint but usually steady. I channel as much of the Light to him as I can. He is so full of life. He will live. I have all faith in him.

Sung to a Son (Day 22 after Landfall)

 * Youngling,
 * Sleep like a seed in the ground,
 * Learning to uncurl into the light.
 * Hear my voice in your dreams;
 * My thoughts will never leave you.
 * I dream of your drumming hooves,
 * Your laughing songs,
 * Your small hand in mine.

He is stable, a word which cannot contain one iota of the joy I feel, but there is so much need for energy and healers that he must be kept in suspension until our need is less dire. He is too fragile, too precious, to risk in the world while we are all so occupied rebuilding, and he will heal better if left undisturbed. I want nothing more but to hold him again, no pod or support system, but find it hard to argue when we so direly need every able hand. They need me as well and it makes only sense that they are concentrating on adults first and keeping the young safe within the Exodar.

But he will mend along with us, of that I am certain.

There is no sighting of Ioannis, though I've circulated his description at the Exodar. There are so many missing that everything is in confusion. But when I am near sleep and close my eyes it is as if I can hear him somewhere nearby, or feel his touch.

I have always been the quiet one, reacting rather than acting, but now I wonder to myself what he would do in my place. He would rise to the occasion, even make jokes to gladden everyone's hearts, all the while he found the most serious ills to mend. He would be in the thick of anything that needed doing. He always brings the best out of me, and so he must do it still, even from far away.

Star Children (Local Reckoning: February 15, 621)

 * Does a word mean to you what it does to me?
 * Does a hand that draws signs upon the air?
 * Do we see each other's faces?
 * Do we both dance? Do we sing?

I have only seen a few of them, and spoken to only two, but we have made contact with the indigenes. They are known as Kal'dorei, a compound word which I have some trouble pronouncing, but I am told that in their own tongue it means "Star Children." They worship local gods, the major among them being a goddess of the white moon. I am told they are led by a pair of religious leaders, one speaking on behalf of the goddess and the other speaking on behalf of the forces of nature.

They are quite unusual looking, sometimes with pink skins. Their hair comes in some lovely shades that I would prize in inlay or gemstones, and they have no head plates, horns, or tendrils. They have long, pointed ears and their feet are like those of orcs, though longer and narrower. Like orcs, they have rudimentary fingers on their feet. They have no tails. They are supposed to be somehow related to the Blood Elves who sabotaged our vessel, but they are larger and not so strangely colored, and they also seem to be far more peaceable and willing to negotiate.

We are quite close to their lands, and it is a very good thing that we managed to avoid them as well as we did. There was a great deal of damage to these islands that I am glad to have spared a heavily populated area. As it is we will be cleaning up here for a very long time.

Some of the Star Children seem to fear us because of our resemblence to the wrong ones. This world has suffered incredibly at their hands. Steady work and good deeds are the only cure I can see for such suspicion. We must prove that we exiles are here in good faith.