That's entertainment
Since kken needs some LJ entertainment, I will regale him with tales from the World of Warcraft.
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Great Horde leader Thrall called upon my skills. I am but a young undead rogue, just 29 seasons into my service. What could the great Thrall have me do? Thrall asked that I report to the front in a battle against the Alliance. We needed to take and secure Warsong Gulch as it was rich in resources and these would be valuable in our war against the softskinned Alliance. It was only my second stint on the front, and this is one of the more memorable fights of that day.
Once the battle started, my comrades began their assault on the Alliance defenses. In true rogue form, I stayed hidden in the shadows and made my way across the gulch to the entrance of the Alliance fortress. The Alliance soldiers were busy elsewhere, so the mouth of the cavernous opening was left unguarded. A long gnome mage poked his bald head out. He ambled his way toward the cottage in front, I suppose to find himself some treasure to grant him special gifts of magicks. Still unseen, I sneaked behind him and introduced him to the business end of my poisoned blades. The feeble mage tried to retaliate with his dark arts. His futile attempts to stay my hand were humorous. I watched with grim enjoyment as the light of life extinguished from his eyes and he dropped to the cold, hard ground. I laughed to myself and searched his body for anything of significance. I took his insignia from him, to prove to my superiors that another lapdog of the Alliance had fallen before me. I turned toward the entrance of the fortress once again, hoping to make my way to explore its interior. And hope was all I had.
I had taken but two steps when out of the corner of my eye, I spied a dark elf druid. He was 10 paces away from me, and unbeknownst to me, had been watching me kill his compatriot. He was probably too shocked to save his friend at the time, but courage must have built up in him so that he could strike. Once I saw him, my stomach sank. He had caught me unawares and I was ill-prepared to face another opponent so soon. I turned toward him, knowing that there was no escape. I attempted to advance, but my feet refused to move. I looked down and I was tangled in brambles that sprouted from the ground. The vile druid had unleashed his wicked magicks upon me, attacking from a distance. I was unable to counter with my blades. Once I was able to kick away the vegetation, I would get a few more steps before more weeds were conjured about, denying my movement. I could see the sneer on the druid's face, as he in his mind has already won.
With any other man, rage and frustration would have built up in them until their eventual death. Not I. I knew I had to get away from this druid. I needed to remain calm. I had lost the advantage to this druid because of my arrogance in my blades. But my poisons were doing me no good if I couldn't get them into my target. Once the ground released me once again, I released from a hidden pouch a batch of flash powder. Instantly I was gone, becoming again one with the shadows. The druid panicked. He was confused and frightened about my disappearance. I crept closter to him with revenge the only thing on my mind. I could feel his hard breathing. He was scared, but that wouldn't last long. My aim was to put him out of his misery as soon as possible.
I leapt from the shadows, bringing my blades squarely upon his skull. The force of the blow stunned him and I unleased a fury if attacks upon his body. I saw this dark elf's purple skin turn green and he shook as my poisons began taking hold. The glint of steel flashed in a whirlwind of light. I would make this druid regret taking me on. As blow upon blow connected with his body, the druid couldn't gather himselF long enough to summon nature to come to his aid. He lasted no longer than the mage once I was within killing distance. As the druid took his final breath, I made sure he saw the twinkle in my eye as I yanked his insignia from him.
I rejoined the assault on the Alliance fortress, leaving 40 humans, gnomes, dwarves and dark elves in my wake. The Horde razed their pitiful defenses and took Warsong Gulch for our own.
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Great Horde leader Thrall called upon my skills. I am but a young undead rogue, just 29 seasons into my service. What could the great Thrall have me do? Thrall asked that I report to the front in a battle against the Alliance. We needed to take and secure Warsong Gulch as it was rich in resources and these would be valuable in our war against the softskinned Alliance. It was only my second stint on the front, and this is one of the more memorable fights of that day.
Once the battle started, my comrades began their assault on the Alliance defenses. In true rogue form, I stayed hidden in the shadows and made my way across the gulch to the entrance of the Alliance fortress. The Alliance soldiers were busy elsewhere, so the mouth of the cavernous opening was left unguarded. A long gnome mage poked his bald head out. He ambled his way toward the cottage in front, I suppose to find himself some treasure to grant him special gifts of magicks. Still unseen, I sneaked behind him and introduced him to the business end of my poisoned blades. The feeble mage tried to retaliate with his dark arts. His futile attempts to stay my hand were humorous. I watched with grim enjoyment as the light of life extinguished from his eyes and he dropped to the cold, hard ground. I laughed to myself and searched his body for anything of significance. I took his insignia from him, to prove to my superiors that another lapdog of the Alliance had fallen before me. I turned toward the entrance of the fortress once again, hoping to make my way to explore its interior. And hope was all I had.
I had taken but two steps when out of the corner of my eye, I spied a dark elf druid. He was 10 paces away from me, and unbeknownst to me, had been watching me kill his compatriot. He was probably too shocked to save his friend at the time, but courage must have built up in him so that he could strike. Once I saw him, my stomach sank. He had caught me unawares and I was ill-prepared to face another opponent so soon. I turned toward him, knowing that there was no escape. I attempted to advance, but my feet refused to move. I looked down and I was tangled in brambles that sprouted from the ground. The vile druid had unleashed his wicked magicks upon me, attacking from a distance. I was unable to counter with my blades. Once I was able to kick away the vegetation, I would get a few more steps before more weeds were conjured about, denying my movement. I could see the sneer on the druid's face, as he in his mind has already won.
With any other man, rage and frustration would have built up in them until their eventual death. Not I. I knew I had to get away from this druid. I needed to remain calm. I had lost the advantage to this druid because of my arrogance in my blades. But my poisons were doing me no good if I couldn't get them into my target. Once the ground released me once again, I released from a hidden pouch a batch of flash powder. Instantly I was gone, becoming again one with the shadows. The druid panicked. He was confused and frightened about my disappearance. I crept closter to him with revenge the only thing on my mind. I could feel his hard breathing. He was scared, but that wouldn't last long. My aim was to put him out of his misery as soon as possible.
I leapt from the shadows, bringing my blades squarely upon his skull. The force of the blow stunned him and I unleased a fury if attacks upon his body. I saw this dark elf's purple skin turn green and he shook as my poisons began taking hold. The glint of steel flashed in a whirlwind of light. I would make this druid regret taking me on. As blow upon blow connected with his body, the druid couldn't gather himselF long enough to summon nature to come to his aid. He lasted no longer than the mage once I was within killing distance. As the druid took his final breath, I made sure he saw the twinkle in my eye as I yanked his insignia from him.
I rejoined the assault on the Alliance fortress, leaving 40 humans, gnomes, dwarves and dark elves in my wake. The Horde razed their pitiful defenses and took Warsong Gulch for our own.