It seems that our escape from Outland has succeeded. The war our forces made upon the Tempest Keep and it's acursed inhabitants, the vile Blood Elfs succeeded to such a degree that we indeed where able to capture at least one of the four stallites and evict the majority of us survivors from the face of the realm.
What exactly happened I do not know, all I remember is that I awoke. Luckily unscarred with but a few painfull bruises and a hellish headache I would only wish upon my worst foes. But now in retrospect it seems I was one of the most lucky. As I opened my eyes I saw the cracked glass of my stasispod and tuftst of white steam rising up above it.
The following hours I strudded through the valley, going from one piece of wreckage to the next in search of survivors, awakening those still in stasis and helping other drag away the deceased or wounded. Action had to be taken, immediatly. One able bodied scout confirmed that the remainder of the Exoddar was still more or less intact and that is crashed into a range of hills to the west.
As some formed parties to scout the lands beyond the valley in hopes of finding more survivors I stayed with a group in the valley, salvaging what could be salvaged. Both because most of the wounded survivors lay here and my Light given powers of healing where sufficient for the basics of their ailments, but also because I cherished the hope to find my brother and guardians alive. I lost my parents when I was little and I did not intend to lose more relatives today!
The hours grew late, the day grew dark, but all of us ventrued on. Some recorvering technology, others finding shelter, others caring for the sick and some finding and hunting for food. And there in the cold night of this alien planet I recognized them, alive and mostly unharmed my family made it! Tears welled up inside me and still do when I think of that moment, we where together again. At least one of the uncertanties was lifted...
In the meantime scouts reported back after several hours claiming to have found the Exoddar and astonishingly found out the land we crashed in to was in fact an island. The scouts they met from the Exoddar confirmed that our great leader and most of his rueling consort was alive. Velen had made it as well. This boosed our morale and had it not been for the dire circumstances a feast would have been held... but alas...
And now I sit here, in a makeshift refuge of debris what once was a chamber for holding our stasispods, writing these words in a blank booklet I found in the forest. The murmur of conversation around me, storytelling, sharing their thought with one and other. But not for me, it is time I lay my weary bones to rest and pray that all this is just a nightmare...
They have found strange ruins, ancient monoliths and walls left behind by a bygone civilisation, but the artifacts they retrieved is nothing we haven't seen before...
