On blood and life
Yesterday evening was eventful. It began very noisy, very bloody. It ended just the opposite.
I was hunting fel orcs with Qye in an attempt to collect samples of their blood, which we were to boil, and then return to Albreck, the apothecary posted at Spinebreaker. When we reached Zeth'gor, we found a night elf and her companions already killing the orcs. As in the past, we expected them to leave us alone, as we would them.
This was not to be. While in combat, the night elf assumed the form of a panther, unbeknownest to us. By attacking us without warning, the druid and her priest friend were able to defeat us. After reclaiming our bodies, we exacted just revenge upon the priest, but by this time the dishonorable druid had returned, with more Alliance friends.
Needless to say, the conflict escalated. After several deaths, Aeyris and Charisma came to assist us, but by the time they arrived, the cowards had fled. Not ones to desert, our two guildmates remained until we had gathered enough blood. I will refrain from mentioning the ordeal with the scarabs, as that is a memory I'd rather avoid.
* * *
Later, our charge led us to Void Ridge, a desolate place on the fringes of Hellfire Peninsula, bordered on one side by looming mountains, and on the other by the vast and endless expanse. As we destroyed the voidwalkers that shuffled through this area in silent procession, my eyes were continually drawn to the emptiness just over the land's end.
To fall eternally...one must wonder what it is like. Or would you simply float after a time? If you floated, would you be able to cast spells? Would I be able to astrally recall and transport myself back, or would I be doomed to a lifetime of nothingness? I shudder to think on it for too long.
But then, despite all the howling and dark magic, despite the voidwalker's shrieks and the crackling strips of lightning around us, we came upon a lone, softly glowing tuft of felweed. It had somehow managed to thrive in this place. For life to flourish, even here. I was overcome with thought.
"At the edge of the world," Qye said.
I have long respected the ability nature has to persevere even through the harshest of conditions. Though we plucked that felweed and brought it home with us, the reminder it served -- that in the earthmother, all things are possible -- is worth far more than any potion it will help to brew.
I was hunting fel orcs with Qye in an attempt to collect samples of their blood, which we were to boil, and then return to Albreck, the apothecary posted at Spinebreaker. When we reached Zeth'gor, we found a night elf and her companions already killing the orcs. As in the past, we expected them to leave us alone, as we would them.
This was not to be. While in combat, the night elf assumed the form of a panther, unbeknownest to us. By attacking us without warning, the druid and her priest friend were able to defeat us. After reclaiming our bodies, we exacted just revenge upon the priest, but by this time the dishonorable druid had returned, with more Alliance friends.
Needless to say, the conflict escalated. After several deaths, Aeyris and Charisma came to assist us, but by the time they arrived, the cowards had fled. Not ones to desert, our two guildmates remained until we had gathered enough blood. I will refrain from mentioning the ordeal with the scarabs, as that is a memory I'd rather avoid.
* * *
Later, our charge led us to Void Ridge, a desolate place on the fringes of Hellfire Peninsula, bordered on one side by looming mountains, and on the other by the vast and endless expanse. As we destroyed the voidwalkers that shuffled through this area in silent procession, my eyes were continually drawn to the emptiness just over the land's end.
To fall eternally...one must wonder what it is like. Or would you simply float after a time? If you floated, would you be able to cast spells? Would I be able to astrally recall and transport myself back, or would I be doomed to a lifetime of nothingness? I shudder to think on it for too long.
But then, despite all the howling and dark magic, despite the voidwalker's shrieks and the crackling strips of lightning around us, we came upon a lone, softly glowing tuft of felweed. It had somehow managed to thrive in this place. For life to flourish, even here. I was overcome with thought.
"At the edge of the world," Qye said.
I have long respected the ability nature has to persevere even through the harshest of conditions. Though we plucked that felweed and brought it home with us, the reminder it served -- that in the earthmother, all things are possible -- is worth far more than any potion it will help to brew.