Tensions in Dalaran

For the past few weeks I have been exploring Northrend. I realized that as I was entering things in my journal next to weekly I may have missed out on a few things along the way. The Vrykul, for example, while I first stumbled upon them in the Howling Fjord, have made a massive comeback in Icecrown. As undead minions. Yes, I have now officially been to every place in Northrend and I will begin to write some entries that contain some good information on the history and current events that are the most important.

With the Wrathgate behind us, the Alliance and the Horde have intensified hostilities and have, as they are able, been fighting tooth and nail. It's nearly impossible to find a suitable place to settle down. I tend to find it most comfortable spending the night in a tree as a raven. Which doesn't allow for writing very well. However, Dalaran, the Kirin Tor and Rhonin have been very... inviting. Of course, they don't know that I am Medivh, and I hide out mainly in the underbelly of the city to avoid detection. That is where I am now. Trying to keep my laptop away from the view of these mangy goblins... Up on the surface, tension seems palpable. Memories of ancient struggles and current strife swim through the minds of Horde and Alliance alike and although they have been welcomed into the same city, they glare at each other like caged dogs glare at a cat. Deep inside they know they fight for the same thing. But at the drop of a hat, they would kill each other where they stand with no regard for the impact on their fight for Icecrown.

The one place of which I have not seen much is Wintergrasp, though I have heard tales. It saddens me that the Horde and Alliance find it necessary to fight over a piece of land while in the middle of their struggle the Lich King gathers more and more power and Malygos grows more and more insane. It is my intention to explore this area further and report what I find. Until then, I hang my head in shame for my fellowmen. I have been friend to both Orc and Human. I have been the catalyst to their warfare, have worked to see them united and have lived (so to speak) to see them break out again in all-out warfare. Is it not enough that we have a common foe? Will there ever be true peace?

But I have brought down the tone of this note. The fact is, with every grim defeat against the Lich King we have an equal or greater victory thanks to adventurers who fight on each side. I have hope for Icecrown. We shall see about Azeroth as a whole, but I believe we shall see the defeat of the Lich King soon enough.

A goblin is eying me in quite a peculiar way. I believe I shall end this entry now. Expect a new entry when I have had time to explore Wintergrasp.