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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Owakeri's Autobiography - Entry 10

So uh, I -may- have lost some important experiences when I missed out on actually raising my own children (except for Nasnani). My family is in danger and it's really pissing me off, I'm too old to do anything effective. Too damn old. I think people forget that, I'm in great shape fairly good shape for an old man, I've got a fantastic attitude and great stamina, it's enough for people to think I'm much younger than I am.

But, you know, I'm feeling it. I was tired before I even reached Dire Maul... why the fel Lindiwe was at Dire Maul is beyond me... I tripped over my own hooves and took a header, right into a dark pit. Next thing I knew some creature straight out of the Nightmare was on top of me. Have cat, half.... something, with a healthy dose of "plant" thrown in there for the sake of confusion. Despite being distracted with my entire life flashing before my eyes (it took a while) I couldn't help but notice the creature didn't act like the mindless undirected "thing" it appeared to be.

Yeah, I know sounds crazy... maybe I should add that to my list of ailments. If it wasn't for the wound I might have thought I'd drifted off to the big green sleep myself. Truth be told I sometimes wonder if what I'm seeing is real... I mean what if I'm dreaming and my dream is manifesting around me making it feel more real? You'd think I would dream of nice rolling plains and a fabulous meal and not abusive and moody children. But this begs the question... if I think I might be crazy, that means I'm not, right? Maybe it's the same with the dream... if I think I might be dreaming, I'm not. Right? Bah! you're a BOOK, you can't answer me.

The most remarkable thing, I mean about this attack, is that it didn't kill me. I don't know if something scared it off or what, but I broke my arm and my horn in the fall, that means the beast only got me in the side. Once the well-meaning freaks of the Faire got it cleaned out I could easily see it was only a flesh wound! Mind you, if I hadn't gotten back to Dalaran and contacted Stravos I'm sure the taint would have spread, that would have been a slow and painfu-
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