Showdown
Well, everyone, I went to Dreadmist Peak. I begged. I pleaded. I argued. I diatribed and filibustered. I infernaled and rain-of-fired. I haven't been so persuasive since I was trying to convince Zannypoo not to leave me when I got pregnant. I yanked on skirts and kicked on shins. I had Mirantia out, killing Burning Blade acolytes and even the avatar of Rathorian himself with a single flick of her whip.
Nada.
I tried taunting Azi & Baji - or the demony thing possessing Azi & Baji - into fighting me, in hopes that I could drain their souls and purge the demon within. It worked with Karandan! Or at least get them knocked out enough that I could figure out what to do next. As such, I was wholly unprepared for what happened next.
Those of you who know me know that I don't like fighting the Horde. I think they are swell. I think orcs are terribly sexy and Taurens are too darn cute, and trolls aren't so bad either. Undead - eh, the rotting flesh thing is kinda creepy, but they haven't eaten the brains of anyone I know, so I don't bear them any ill will. In short, I think the Horde are swell! And I think Battlegrounds are silly for anything but honing our skills against our REAL enemies: The Burning Legion. The Qiraji. The Scourge.
So when demon-possessed Azi announced that the Horde and Alliance would fight each other for posession of the cave, I was stunned. Actually, I was stunned because the rogue behind me had me sapped before I knew what was gone. I tried to run out of the cave, tried to shout "NO, YOU FOOLS!", tried to summon my infernal, but I was hosed. Like, rubber hosed. I awoke to find that the Horde had won and Baji was free and Azi was still trapped and I was cursed.
As I rode away on Snookums, Mirantia jogging after me, I was thinking. And you know what? Nuts. Nuts to this. If I can't even cure one little demon posession, I must be doing something wrong as a warlock. I don't know exactly how I'm cursed, but I don't really care to find out. I've already lost one child, I'll be damned if I lose another. And I didn't travel around the world and get betrayed by Menara and strung up by Strahad to be stunlocked by a rogue and cursed for eternity.
So, if you need me, you'll find me in the first house on your left just south of the Mystic Ward. I'm gonig to raise my daughter and live to watch her reach adulthood. I've got my piggeh, and even though he's pretty stupid compared to Ziltal, he'll learn, eventually, how to wake me up. I'll tell you stories. I'll sew you clothes. I'll enchant your stuff. I'll help you birth your babies. But if you want demons? Sorry. I'm so done.Labels: the lust
Well, everyone, I went to Dreadmist Peak. I begged. I pleaded. I argued. I diatribed and filibustered. I infernaled and rain-of-fired. I haven't been so persuasive since I was trying to convince Zannypoo not to leave me when I got pregnant. I yanked on skirts and kicked on shins. I had Mirantia out, killing Burning Blade acolytes and even the avatar of Rathorian himself with a single flick of her whip.
Nada.
I tried taunting Azi & Baji - or the demony thing possessing Azi & Baji - into fighting me, in hopes that I could drain their souls and purge the demon within. It worked with Karandan! Or at least get them knocked out enough that I could figure out what to do next. As such, I was wholly unprepared for what happened next.
Those of you who know me know that I don't like fighting the Horde. I think they are swell. I think orcs are terribly sexy and Taurens are too darn cute, and trolls aren't so bad either. Undead - eh, the rotting flesh thing is kinda creepy, but they haven't eaten the brains of anyone I know, so I don't bear them any ill will. In short, I think the Horde are swell! And I think Battlegrounds are silly for anything but honing our skills against our REAL enemies: The Burning Legion. The Qiraji. The Scourge.
So when demon-possessed Azi announced that the Horde and Alliance would fight each other for posession of the cave, I was stunned. Actually, I was stunned because the rogue behind me had me sapped before I knew what was gone. I tried to run out of the cave, tried to shout "NO, YOU FOOLS!", tried to summon my infernal, but I was hosed. Like, rubber hosed. I awoke to find that the Horde had won and Baji was free and Azi was still trapped and I was cursed.
As I rode away on Snookums, Mirantia jogging after me, I was thinking. And you know what? Nuts. Nuts to this. If I can't even cure one little demon posession, I must be doing something wrong as a warlock. I don't know exactly how I'm cursed, but I don't really care to find out. I've already lost one child, I'll be damned if I lose another. And I didn't travel around the world and get betrayed by Menara and strung up by Strahad to be stunlocked by a rogue and cursed for eternity.
So, if you need me, you'll find me in the first house on your left just south of the Mystic Ward. I'm gonig to raise my daughter and live to watch her reach adulthood. I've got my piggeh, and even though he's pretty stupid compared to Ziltal, he'll learn, eventually, how to wake me up. I'll tell you stories. I'll sew you clothes. I'll enchant your stuff. I'll help you birth your babies. But if you want demons? Sorry. I'm so done.
Labels: the lust
