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You Can't Go Home Again [Open]
Karis could tell she was going to hate this place. But exploration and pointed questions had brought her to the Sensoriums. After some experimentation (and some explanation from the weird ship construct), she'd grasped the purpose of it. And she'd started poking at it. She'd summoned up half-remembered battlefields and the cold reaches of Northrend. She'd wandered the halls of the Undercity for a time, rebuilt from inside of her head and out of her memories.
It was extremely disconcerting to think that it was gone forever. She knew nothing lasted, after all, but she'd never imagined it to be gone within her lifetime (so to speak), wiped out by something she'd never had a chance to fight, the world gone with a whimper instead of with a blazing last stand against the forces of the Legion. She'd wandered through the eerily empty roads of Loraderon - no familiar patrols, no Forsaken hurrying to the Undercity on business, no Blood Elf diplomats. Nothing.
And then she'd settled on one memory. A dilapidated farm house, falling apart, windows smashed in. The fields outside overgrown with weeds and other plants. The barn nothing but a scorched ruin, burned out long ago. A fine mist covers everything, making it all damp. Karis stands at the edge of the field, leaning on her poleaxe, immobile, as she looks at the house across the way.
This too was gone.
It was extremely disconcerting to think that it was gone forever. She knew nothing lasted, after all, but she'd never imagined it to be gone within her lifetime (so to speak), wiped out by something she'd never had a chance to fight, the world gone with a whimper instead of with a blazing last stand against the forces of the Legion. She'd wandered through the eerily empty roads of Loraderon - no familiar patrols, no Forsaken hurrying to the Undercity on business, no Blood Elf diplomats. Nothing.
And then she'd settled on one memory. A dilapidated farm house, falling apart, windows smashed in. The fields outside overgrown with weeds and other plants. The barn nothing but a scorched ruin, burned out long ago. A fine mist covers everything, making it all damp. Karis stands at the edge of the field, leaning on her poleaxe, immobile, as she looks at the house across the way.
This too was gone.
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