A few days ago a new orc shaman joined our little guild. I have not spent much time with him yet, but he seems like an interesting individual. We share certain things in common and it is my hope I can prevent him from repeating my mistakes.

I am worried about our leader though. He left his clan when the warlocks rose to power and always assumed that his clan was destroyed. With the arrival of this new orc, he learned that his tribe still existed and had suffered for the lack of their shaman, our leader Donkar.

I was there when the new orc, called Maorkin, told Donkar the truth. He left soon after and I fear that hearing the news was too much for him. I am anxious to speak with him. I cannot imagine what it is like to learn that your tribe still lives, after you thought they had perished.

All that remains of my tribe is a young woman who works as a baker in Bloodhoof Village. I know beyond all doubt that my entire tribe, save Jhawna, has joined the ancestors. I was there to see their charred bodies strewn among the remains of the camp. The Earthmother smiled upon Jhawna that day. She should not have survived the massacre.

It seems that both Donkar and Maorkin fled their responsibilities to their clan, leaving their people to survive without a shaman to guide them. In Donkar’s case, he feared what his people were becoming and left. In Maorkin’s case, he did not want the responsibility. Neither action is worthy of praise, but I understand why they both acted in such a fashion, particularly Maorkin. It is a daunting responsibility, being a shaman. It is not always easy to shoulder the burdens that come with the calling.

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