Thursday, September 17, 2009

Elemental Focus

It has been a very long time since I tried to do one thing for more than sixty seconds at a time. That's part of why I'm so fond of Twitter. I don't have to sit down and put my thoughts in order, I can just yell them at the netherweb as they come to me.

My position is powerful, but not exactly enviable. I get to shout orders, but it seems the more important they are, the less likely they'll be followed. I am respected and revered to my face, and doubted and looked down on behind my back. And I haven't had a solid eight hours of sleep since the first time I left Durnholde.

I've been told many times, by the older orcs who knew him, that I am in every way possible my father's son. I know from personal experience that the same can be said for Garrosh. Yet Grom and my father, while peers who greatly respected one another, were never particularly close. Perhaps it's best, then, that I didn't know Grom until he was much older, and had learned some degree of temperance to go along with his infamous fury. I find it hard to grasp that my old confidant could ever have been so petulant and contrary; even when he disagreed with me, he always managed to do it with more respect than his son has been able to muster.

And yet the rash confidence, the thirst for glory and victory without thought of consequence, that causes me so much distress in Garrosh is what led Grom to drink from the cursed chalice and seal our people's descent into slavery. My best friend was Hellscream the elder, the leader, the chieftain. The brash young orc arguing so loudly with Varok in the next room is young Hellscream, the warrior, desperate to prove himself to the world. There's no doubt that Grom in his youthful prime would have been much the same.

One can only hope, then, that time and experience will temper Garrosh's rage, that he will learn of the strength in resisting violent impulse. And that he learns it soon enough to benefit the Horde -- because right now his impudence is within a couple of blows of starting a war that we haven't got the resources or manpower to fight. I enjoy taking on too many opponents at once as much as any trained gladiator would, but it's much easier to take risks with your own life than the innocents and elderly of your entire race and all your closest allies.

"Warrior spirit of the Horde," indeed. We shall see.