Defender of the Light

Can the two co-exist, even when they seem to conflict?  I hope so.

After talking with Duessel and Kate, I spoke with Drimmer about joining his order, called Legion.  They are, in Drimmer’s words, the “last word” of the Stormwind military, that which is sent in to a situation when everything else fails, and to keep the main arms of Stormwind’s military at home.  I told him that I do not believe that fighting is ever the first, or best, solution, though I do like to consider myself an adept combatant, when the need arises.  He seemed to understand, and accept it.

We talked about what Legion was and wasn’t, and eventually he told me that I could be a guardian, of sorts, though of souls–making sure no one forgets mercy, kindness, leniency.  The traits of the Light so few people seem to remember.  I accepted this, officially signed on, and am now a Colonel in his ranks.  I–don’t know how to feel about this, but by and large I do enjoy it.  I feel allegience to him, to the others.  I owe some of them so much, all of them at least my friendship.  I hope I’m worthy of my duties.

I hope I have the courage for this.  I think I do.  I had the courage to finally talk with Kate about–my feelings toward her.  I haven’t fallen madly in love with her or anything, but–I find her beautiful, charming, intelligent, relaxing.  All the things I could want.  We talked and–it was the expected “things are so hectic right now”, “not wanting to add another distraction”, and so on.  It was, again, expected, and rather disappointing but–she is my friend, and I hope she stays that way.  We certainly both seem to want that, so that’s the important thing.

What else?  Well, I’ve been assembling mechanical squirrels as fast as I can, though some necessary parts are hard to come by.  The malachite works well as both lenses for the optical intake devices and as focuses for the communication equipment I’ve installed, but the stones aren’t as easy to come by.  They need to be of a certain purity, and that seems to be rare.  Not as rare as it could be, but still.

The squirrels, aside from being charming and even cute, can also help facilitate communication on the battlefield.  I still haven’t figured out how to open a channel to more than one person at a time, however.  I’m thinking that the radial charge capacitor can be modified to induce a differential flux state in the transitional array, but I’d need to test further, first, and I’m not sure where I can get my hands on an ovoid transducer.  If I’m right, I’d need one, but if I’m wrong, I’ll have wasted it, and they are rare enough to make malachite seem like it falls from the sky.

My mind wanders so much tonight.  Been–a very long day.  This afternoon, after “the talk” with Kate, she and I decided to help quell the latest prisoner riot in the Stockades.  They rebel now and then, and after having been down there, I can see why.  The conditions down there are horrid, and I don’t know who to blame.  Yes, the prisoners may defile their own cells–but why?  Out of simple piggish nature, or out of contempt?  After all, prisoners don’t tie themselves to racks or put themselves in Iron Maidens.

As I was telling a new Legionairre tonight, it’s one of those situations where blame is not easily placed.  The prisoners may have done the most despicable of things–but surely they don’t deserve torture.  If–if–what they did deserved death, then kill them.  I don’t know if I particularly agree, but even that is better than being stretched on a rack, or flogged until unconscious.

We worked our way through the cell-lined halls, and General Drimmer joined us, after speaking to me through Fizz, my squirrel.  Together, the three of us made it all the way to Dextren Ward–but his reinforcements proved too much for us.  We barely managed to get out of there with our lives.  I don’t know about Kate and Drimmer, but I vowed to return there, and soon.  I don’t really want to kill the man, but he can’t be allowed to continue.  I don’t think he’s necessarily orchestrating the riots, but he’s at least enabling them to some degree.  He must be stopped.  I can only hope he will listen to reason.

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