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Months later, my mind keeps returning to that skirmish through time. Not because I am fascinated with the infinite dragonflight or even the fate of Nozdormu. It is because I was there fighting by my own side, and my future self was exactly the same as I am now. From my humble beginnings in Coldridge Valley, my journey has been about progression. Has this frozen wasteland brought that progression to a halt? So it seems.
I have long since left Wyrmrest Temple behind, first pressing eastward to Wintergarde Keep, where I assisted in the rescue of some poor trapped villagers. This was where I met face to face with the scourge. These vile undead creatures wreaked havoc on the city, and despite my efforts among countless other heros, the plague spread.
After fighting through the woodlands of the Grizzly Hills, I then moved north to the Storm Peaks. My primary focus here was to learn more about my people. With the help of the Explorer’s League, and the assistance of an adventurous dwarf named Brann, I eventually fought my way into the Inventor’s Library, where I assisted in the collection of data from numerous glowing objects scattered throughout the landscape. Unfortunately, the information gathered will take an eternity to decipher.
It is because I was there fighting by my own side, and my future self was exactly the same as I am now.
Finally, I made it to Icecrown, ready to take down Arthas once and for all, but this brings me to the state I am in. Arthas was defeated before my arrival. Once again, I was too late. Heros from all around Azeroth stormed Icecrown Citadel, with their impenetrable armor and flawless weapons and took down the Lich King in a glorious battle. The scourge have been decreasing in numbers steadily since his defeat.
So, here I am. Spending my days caught up in the goings on of Dalaran. This floating palace is filled with adventurers going about their business, teaming up and fighting through the darkest dungeons and empires, soaking up all that is left of this recovering continent. My adventures, it appears have caught up with me and I am left with little will to continue my journey.
That is, until I received a letter from King Mekkatorque himself. It has been a long, long time since I’ve been to Gnomeregan. As I was fighting through Northrend, he was gathering an army to take it back! It is undeniably clear. My place is with my people. Not as they were, but as they are at this very moment. It is time to go home!
