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How had he gotten here? He swung his great sword at the masses of undead swarming him. A large lumbering patchwork monster, an abomination, chortled as it towered over him. He swung and his sword sliced deep into its gut with a horrid squelching noise. He raised a hand and spoke a holy word, and stopped in horror. Nothing happened and he felt it then. The almost crippling feeling of with drawl and he felt as weak as a kitten. He tugged on the sword weakly, heart racing with panic. He was going to die out here. Snow started to fall as he looked around for escape. He was thankful his plate boots had some spikes on them for traction as he danced around the abomination trying to get his sword free, and trying not to throw up from mana with drawl. He climbed up the abomination, his adrenaline giving him enough boost to haul himself up while still in plate. The monster chortled again in a cruel stupid mirth as it was swarmed by smaller ghouls and gheists. He gasped in pain as he almost doubled over the agony of his body screaming for magic overwhelming him. A ghoul grabbed at him and he kicked it in the face. The crunch of bones and the sick gooey squelch gave him another wave of nausea. He grit his teeth and managed to rip the sickle sword from the abomination’s third arm. He hacked at the monsters as the gore from them splashed over him and the abomination twisted and turned trying to get him. A bony blue arm grabbed him and smiled up at him with alarming serenity as a large rotting tauren corpse grabbed his other arm. He looked down at the tauren and screamed. It was his mother, and the draenei beckoned to him. Behind them he recognized rotting faces. His sister was there, half her skull exposed and blackened. His real parents behind her and behind them even more people he had known and cared about.
“Come with us Jabbers, it only hurts for a little bit.” He screamed again in pure terror as the skin slid off the taurens face, her bare skull shining and slick as her amber eyes stared up into his eyes with the most serene expression. He opened his mouth to scream as they yanked him down and the hordes clawed at him. His eyes flew open as he woke up drenched in sweat. Jabbers fell out of his hammock and managed to scramble to a chamber pot as he puked. He was so cold and unpleasantly damp as he shook like a leaf. He heard a slight noise and looked up in shame even as his stomach rolled again trying to turn itself inside out. The tauren in the doorway was quiet as she set down a steaming cup and spoke softly in taurahe. Her dog padded into the room as she walked away an ancient hyena following her stiffly.