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Day One, 20th Hour
I, the young Commander Hawkeye has been assigned to my first job! After weeks of traveling and days of setting up, my temporary camp is complete. There is a tall, spiked, wooden fence that surrounds the camp. There are forges that shine bright as the sun, on top of the orange sand in Thousand Needles. The sand is coarse and reminds me of the sand in Durotar. The sand burns my green feet, so I wear leather sandals, even when I go to sleep. Most of my unit are Orcs, but there is a fair share of Trolls. There are four Tauren here, three of them have leather cloths on, they are here to help out setting up the fence, but the other one is very different. He carries a staff, bright green, with feathers coming out, and it seems to give off a light blue glow from the top. He is dressed in purple, with strange crescent-moon symbols on his kilt and gloves. He wears a strange hat too, like a bird's head; he looks like he has two pairs of eyes with that hat. He was sent here because he can enchant the ore we obtain. My commander also sent three Forsaken with me, but I don't know their purpose. I don't know their names either. They are dressed in all black, and are covered from head to toe in a thin cloth. I have a feeling that the Undead with us are for defense, because they don't work, they stay in a single tent inside the camp, and mutter complete gibberish to each other. I don't see any weapons on them, and at night, like a night tonight, their eyes give off a light, the kind of light you see in nightmares. I don't like them, but they won't know that, because I'm the only one that will read this journal!
Day Two, 12th Hour
First day of work. This morning I put on my armor my commander gave me. It is all rock solid, and the shoulders are painted red with spikes coming from it, almost like the shoulders the Grunts in Orgrimmar have. I think the spikes are for intimidating the enemy. I carry my long-sword wherever I go, incase we run into a pack of hyenas. I watch my unit mine and I think they are doing a great job. So far, so good.
Day 12, 8th Hour
It is pretty early in the morning. Things have got very dull, until now. Everything has been going smooth, but I have a strange feeling inside of me. I don't know what it is, something like danger is breathing on the back of my neck. This wouldn't worry me, but I think others sense it too. My unit is on alert, and the three Forsaken walk away for a day at a time, coming back empty handed. I don't dare to ask them what's going on; they probably wouldn't even understand me. The feeling seems to go away most of the day, but when I look deep into the East, the opposite direction of where we came, I feel it, and that's where the Undead always head to…
Day 14, 15th Hour
Something is going on, and I don't like it. Mining is great, and we have obtained so many valuable gems that we could probably pack up and go home now. But that feeling is stronger now, and when I close my eyes, images dance in my mind, but I can't make them out. Maybe it's the Undead in my unit. Wherever they walk, the small green shrubs that grow from the cracks in the earth seem to bend over and die. An aura of death surrounds them. Other than that, Daclat, the Tauren dressed in purple, tells me that enemy forces come near, and we should start going back. I told him I would think about it, but I won't. If I go back now, they might think I'm a coward for coming back early, because I had a "bad feeling." No way am I going back until the month is over, or at least a sign of Alliance forces.
Day 16, 10th Hour
I awoke this morning to find one of my miners wounded badly. He came into the camp with deep cuts. We bandaged him, and Daclat cast a beam of green light at him, and he felt better. Never have I seen magic demonstrated like that, but this is the farthest I have been from home. Rakk, the miner says he was attacked by someone with two large swords. He wandered out of the camp by himself to get some fresh air from the forges, when he was ambushed. He ran back as fast as he could, and the enemy stopped chasing him. Rakk said his attacked came from the shadows.
Day 20, 3rd Hour
More attacks. Can't write too much, Daclat says we should go, Alliance spies are getting closer to the camp and might be planning an attack! I won't withdraw until I see them. No casualties.
Day 22, 7th Hour
I spotted a spy, creeping towards me from the shadows. I clutched my blade and swung, but I only hit solid rock…I think I'm imagining things. The three Forsaken left the camp for the entire day, returning at night. I have decided to stop mining and catch these villains. When I come home, I won't only bring valuable ore, but I will bring enemies of the Horde, and I will gain their trust! Archers have been posted, the Tauren are armed with giant maces, the Trolls with spears, the Undead with, nothing. They don't seem like they can put up a fight. Rakk agrees with me, but Daclat tells me not to underestimate them. He thinks they were put here for this very reason, to defend us.
Day 24, 2nd Hour
It is very early in the morning. The torches that surround the camp let us see outside for miles. But if there is Alliance out there, they know where we are. I can't sleep. I brought out my map of the area. Thousand Needles is well protected, only way here is through the Barrens, or, you can go through Feralas, a place I never want to be. An Elf forest, where the sun can never reach the bottom. It lies to the East…
Day 25, 7th Hour
The aura of battle is strong now. Humans found our camp. Today we fought them off, shooting arrows through the air. I could hear the whistle the arrows made. The Tauren did a good job making the fence, none breached our perimeter. But we didn't get any of them either, they wore thick plate armor.
Day 26, 18th Hour
Another strike happened today. I am now realizing we might be in trouble here. I don't know how many soldiers they have. We don't have any, they are all workers, but they can shoot a bow. I'm a warrior though! Trained long enough, I can call myself that. I've killed the boars outside of Orgrimmar plenty of times. From what I hear, these Alliance, they are weak. Easy kill, easier than the pigs. I charged outside with a couple of Trolls, but they retreated. They managed to shoot an arrow at one of the Trolls, but Daclat healed him well, and he was fine.
Day 27, 10th Hour
Today was the real thing. One-third of my miners…gone. Swept away by the evil Alliance. Our camp, torn. Most of our ore is gone. Daclat shot spells at the Alliance and they retreated for the night. Rakk survived but again suffered bad wounds. I think we should run away, grab some water and bread and return to Orgrimmar, mission failed. I was not trained for this! And those Forsaken, they were gone when those Humans attacked, those humans in silver and red plate armor. They are warriors, my men are not, we cannot win…mission failed.
Day 28, 3rd Hour
They attacked us again. This only lasted 15 minutes. A couple of them came in, took some ore and ran. They came here to win. This would be their last assault. I know their plan was to come in and slay us all, take our loot, burn this camp to the ground. But the Undead in the tent….they were here this time. Never have I seen something so powerful as them. Out of their dead hands came flying sparks of colors and auras of light engulfed the camp. They vaporized our enemies, well, more than they got us. Those balls of light seem that they were 10 ton boulders when they hit their enemy. They flew back and died instantly. There was some Night Elves there I believe, I recognized their ears, but they shot a few arrows and left. A warrior in golden armor came in first. He knocked one of our gates down with his gold flash of light and came through, wielding a gold hammer. He did not fall; he retreated when everyone else did. The Forsaken targeted him first, but a sphere of holy light seemed to protect him front the bright pink energy that the Undead had. Daclat was on the side, "healing" my unit. One second, one of my soldiers, (I think they have earned that title), would seem wounded, but a flash of green light by Daclat made him as good as new. I would have rushed out into the darkness, but if I, Hawkeye fell, their leader, they might panic and not know what to do. I will fight in the bright of day when I can see what I'm doing…I just wish our attackers would do the same. After tonight, I'm not sure if they will attack again, after what the Undead did to them.
Day 29, 7th Hour
My back is to a rock as I write this entry. The 29 days we worked were for nothing. We had to abandon our camp. The Alliance attacked and they hit us hard. All my Orcish workers -- dead, except for one that is keeping watch now. The Tauren have died except for Daclat, which is here now too. Two Trolls survived, and the two of the Undead survived. The fight was a blur, if you could call it a fight. Spies hit us from inside and opened the bulky Tauren gates and the rest of the Alliance poured in. They outnumbered us, and they were much better equipped. My miners, they were armed with mining picks, the Alliance, with swords, sharper and stronger than mine. The Undead managed to do great damage with their spells. The one that didn't make it conjured some sort of monster out of nowhere. It was big and it gave off a faint glow of green. It smashed the Alliance soldiers like twigs, but it was not invincible, and when it fell, the Warlock did too. Seven out of thirty-five of us survived. All for some gems and ore. The Alliance are cowards, and I will never for get that. It is dark and I'm not sure if we have evaded them, but it's been hours since the fight. I have no map, and I only have the stars to navigate by. I wish we left at the first sign of trouble. I wouldn't care if I never got to lead anything again, at least everyone would still be alive. I'm so sorry to all of the camp, if they will ever know that. I'm not sure if we will make it home.
End of Journal
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