Home

Home.
Whatever race you are, it is a word, a concept, that makes the heart swell with longing.
Home can be ancient ancestral lands, or a new place that one has made one's own.
Home can even be found in the eyes of the beloved.
But we all need it, yearn for it, know that without a home of some sort we are incomplete.

For many years, each clan had its own home.
Its own sacred lands, its own spirits of earth, air, water, fire, and spirit of the wilds.
The uprooting began and continued, each more shattering then the last, until we came to Kalimdor.
Here, i found a home for a wandering people.
A place of rest and sanctuary, where we could regroup and rebuild.

Home, for me, is now named for my father: the land of Durotar.