Embracing the Hour of Twilight

by Hinote Kirase

The title of this alone is undoubtedly going to get me some sharp looks and narrowed eyes, but I get enough of those already, so whatever. I don’t care. Nevertheless, I’ll preface this by saying it isn’t what you think; I’m not writing in defense of the Twilight’s Hammer, Deathwing, their goals, their motives, or the end of the world. I think by this point even the deepest of Twilight’s Hammer sleeper agents have revealed themselves, because their final goal, the Hour of Twilight – the end of Azeroth – is at hand. The chips are all down, we know who the bad guys are and who the good guys are, and everyone’s going all in. If you’re getting the impression that I’m trying to hard to convince you that I’m on your side, it’s because previous events have left me with little faith left in the wisdom and judgment of the masses.

But that’s another story.
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Chelody Chimes In: Our Fishy Friends

Enslaved murlocs in the Red Reaches

Enslaved murlocs in the Red Reaches

by Chelody Smallwing

There is a tragedy happening on shores across the world.

No matter what race you might be, there is one thing we all have in common. A desire to be free. From Night Elf to Forsaken, none among us wish to be enslaved to another’s will and we have fought back many a would be conqueror in order to preserve our freedom. Yet as you read this the murlocs of the Red Reaches and Greengill coast still live in chains, made to work for their scaly naga overlords.

It pains this writer to imagine what life must be like for the youngest of the murlocs. Baby tadpoles fresh from the water forced to join their parents as soon as they have legs, never understanding what it is like to swim free from the chains of servitude. That is a fate no child should suffer.
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Shedding Some Light on the Dark Arts

by Hinote Kirase

Close your windows, shut your door, turn out the lights, and sit for a few moments by yourself. Count how long it takes for you to feel uncomfortable. For most people it doesn’t take long. You know why that is? Because you don’t know anything about your surroundings any more. Perhaps for a few seconds you’ll remember what your room looks like, but that picture will quickly fade to black, leaving your mind to run wild with all sorts of outlandish theories as to what’s there. Most of them probably won’t be accurate, but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about it, does it? We, as people, love to formulate our own stories about things when we know nothing about the thing in question. We do it every day. I suppose it’s no surprise, then, that there’s a great deal of misinformation about “dark” magic users, known more colloquially as warlocks. Why is that? There are a lot of reasons. Some skepticism is, of course, warranted; warlocks don’t exactly have a very sunny history. But let’s take a look, and perhaps shed some light on a few common misconceptions.
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Ten Reasons Joining the Twilight’s Hammer is a Bad Idea

by Hinote Kirase

You’d think it would go without explanation that signing up to a cult whose express purpose is not only the end of the world, but the end of all existence in general was a poor decision. Most people you ask will probably say so. But here we are today, a few months after the Cataclysm, and their numbers are continuing to go up at least as fast as they go down; which, I will assure you, is a considerably fast rate. So, since there are apparently people out there in need of persuasion on this, here’s a short list of reasons why you should endeavor not to find yourself in the Twilight’s Hammer’s ranks.
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Editorial: How Hard Can It Be?

by Betria Eilyn Tallrock

First, a little story:

A couple weeks ago, I was invited back to the Explorers’ League after a successful run as a diplomat for Ironforge. Some would consider that a step down, but I leaped at the opportunity. Personally, I’d much rather dig up for artifacts and teach archaeology classes than try to negotiate for hours with hardheaded and/or conniving leaders just to get a minor trade deal. That’s no work for a dwarf!

I now earn slightly less money, but I’m not bouncing all over Azeroth and beyond every day. I also rediscovered the concept of “free time”. After so many months teleporting all over the place, being able to simply sit down and do nothing was fun! Well, at first. I needed something productive to do, beyond tinkering, cracking the secrets of the arcane (long story) and occasionally joining groups of heroes to destroy all-powerful evil forces (even longer story). Inspiration struck me as I was flipping through an old copy of the Daily Blink I had kicking around the workshop. Sure, it was stained with oil and half-burnt after my latest tweak to the ol’ flying machine (long story…), but that was something I could do: write journal articles!

Sure, no journals I could find needed writers at the time. So, I decided to ask the question dwarven sages have been asking since time immemorial: “how hard can it be?”, and start my own journal! In hindsight, dwarven sages who asked that question usually ended up mauled, on fire, or stuck in a ditch. “Usually” is still good odds for a dwarf, though.

Of course, I quickly hit the slight hitch that I’m only one dwarf, and not a particularly productive one when it comes to writing. So I presented my idea to my guild: The Order of the Rose, leading philanthropic organization, creators of the yearly Rose Ball and all-around great people. Got myself some good writers, assembled the required machinery for a printing studio (100% gnomish engineering there), then everybody started working! This wasn’t just my little pet project anymore, the Rose would have its very own news publication!

Finally, we’re here! You have our journal in your hands! All high-quality paper and ink, plus high-quality content! We all hope you enjoy what we have to offer!

Betria Tallrock, Editor
~Betria Eilyn Tallrock, Editor, Explorers’ League scholar and proud member of the Order of the Rose

PS: why “The Bloomin’ Paper”? Well… let’s say I ran out of patience trying to come up with a good name, shouted “what are we gonna call this bloomin’ paper!”, and the exclamation of frustration stuck…