The rituals of death vary greatly between religions, races, and even regions. Most bury their deceased, whether alone where they fell, or in a large plot among their forefathers. Often they are accompanied with accoutrements of life: weapons, offerings of food and drink, clothing, or provisions. Some are mummified, dried by sand and sun. Others are entombed in sometimes massive mausolea with deep catacombs beneath.

Once or twice a year, most races hold some sort of festival or holiday in honor of the dead. Whether to encourage those passed on to stay content in the afterlife, with gifts of flowers, myrrh, cleaned tombs, and song … or simply to remember those we were forced to leave behind, what is important and often forgotten is that we all remember. A tauren mother will cry over the loss of a young son just as much as a draenei will weep for the loss of his mate.

The Horde and Alliance are not so different, after the final bell tolls.

(Various racial starting zones), Azeroth


Many places have I traveled. Many meals did I share, and many lives did I touch upon, if only for a day. Many allies, and many enemies, did I collect, and many tales could I tell of their bravery, or their betrayal.

I try not to cast judgment. I try to remember that in most cases, even those who would do me harm had good intentions, or had families to support, duties to honor. Surely most had friends, brethren, loved ones … who perhaps do not even know of their passing.

All of us fight, and eventually all of us will cease fighting, willingly or not. New leaders with new ideas may lead us to an era with fewer among us rushing headlong into bloody battles. Mayhap there will come a time when I may spend more than a day with a new ally, and collect instead, a new companion.

To those I missed such an opportunity with, to those I had to bury or to burn, I kneel, and silently vow that when the time is right, to lay down my weapon in memory of you.



star wars + iconic lines

Ser Bronn of The Blackwater. Anointed by the king himself.

O Smaug, the stupendous.

There are fights no sword can win

Make a Tolkien fan cry with just two words:


1. Five
2. Armies

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