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As a Draenei of the lost clan of Seer Walkers, (possibly insert name here), Devamoon's family was lost in the exodus from Argus. During their travels to many various worlds, she found that diplomacy was the best course for the various races that her people encountered. It was this search for peace and empathy that made the loss of so many worlds hard on the Draenei, and even more personally painful to her.

After crash landing on Draenor, Devamoon and various other Draenei quickly worked to establish peace with the native Orcs, and ensure that they meant no harm. The young, tribal race had always remained sceptical of these beings, whose legs bent backwards and ended in hooves, but for the longest time, the Draenei enjoyed the years of peace, so much that it would have been easier to simply stop counting. Devamoon herself would frequently visit the Orc clans, offering exotic drinks and leaving before nightfall so that they might enjoy their social gatherings in peace, and accordance with their customs.

When Draenor was lost and they once again fled, landing on Azeroth was a unique, alien experience for her. For the longest time she preferred a simple life of peace, diplomacy, and knowledge. As the humans might say, "Hindsight is 20/20", and she has been around for a long time. Learning from the best Shamanistic teachers she could find, Devamoon knew that even if she could not bring herself to use the elements for self defense, she could always lend a hand of healing to the injured and sick of these frequent wars.

With so much that has happened in the past ten or so years, it is pleasant to find a short moment of peace. Now, she is able to roam the world, searching for the answers to any question she finds intruiging enough to answer, and ensuring that the elements of her new home are content in their balance.



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As a Draenei of the lost clan of Seer Walkers, (possibly insert name here), my family was lost in the exodus from Argus. During our travels to many various worlds, I found that diplomacy was the best course for the various races that my people encountered. It was this search for peace and empathy that made the loss of so many worlds hard on the Draenei, and even more personally painful to me.

After crash landing on Draenor, myself and various other Draenei quickly worked to establish peace with the native Orcs, and ensure that we meant no harm. The young, tribal race had always remained sceptical of the strang beings we appear as to them, our legs bent backwards and ending in hooves, but for the longest time, we truly enjoyed the years of peace, so much that it would have been easier to simply stop counting. I myself would frequently visit the Orc clans, offering exotic drinks and leaving before nightfall so that they might enjoy their social gatherings in peace, and accordance with their customs.

When Draenor was lost and we once again fled, landing on Azeroth was a unique, alien experience for us. For the longest time I preferred a simple life of peace, diplomacy, and knowledge. As the humans might say, "Hindsight is 20/20", and I have been around for a long time. Learning from the best Shamanistic teachers I could find, I knew that even if I could not bring myself to use the elements for self defense, I could always lend a hand of healing to the injured and sick of these frequent wars.

With so much that has happened in the past ten or so years, it is pleasant to find a short moment of peace. Now, I am able to roam the world, searching for the answers to any question I find intruiging enough to answer, and ensuring that the elements of my new home are content in their balance.