The War-Shaman

On a bright day such as this, it has become all to easy for the illusionists to pull their veil over our heads. Deceit flourishes in this new Horde, encouraged by those that know too little to object. I am writing of shaman. Now, please don’t stare in disbelief, for I know some still retain an ounce of honor, but there is a new breed of shaman. These are the fighters that wield the powers of nature only to slay their sworn enemies, the Alliance. In fact, the title of shaman is taken as lightly as that of a scout, ranger, warrior, or assasin! When I informed a troll earlier today of my shamanic status, he laughed in disbelief. He asked for proof, for me to call down lightning. I was dismayed, of course, for I know there is more to shaman than cheap parlor tricks. The troll himself was a combat shaman, when asked when he last communed with his ancestors, replied only with a blank stare. These shaman keep peace with the elements, I suppose, but are without contact with there ancestors. At what cost does your killing efficiency come? Gah! I will write more when I have cooled down a bit.