The morning peace of Azuremyst was broken up by the sounds of beasts, and the quiet groans of a blood elf. He should not have trailed so close to where the ravagers had been set loose. Now Aeishelis lay in a pool of his own blood, yards away from where the wretched things ran around and screeched at each other. They were large, he could see, as he was on his side facing them. The crystals must have irradiated them further, from his last time here. His stomach clenched, he sat up, and he threw up the small meal he had had this morning; tensing up knowing the poison was going through his body. How ironic to die here, the hunter thought, collecting herbs for someone he had almost killed with his own ravager.
He did not know how much time had passed, trying to keep from passing out. He knew it would be his last time winking into the darkness. He had made it almost to the road, crawling a while, but he did not look back at the smear of blood across the grass he had left. A few ravager corpses lay around him, but he was out of arrows and his legs had lost nearly all feeling in addition to his arms. He wondered where his pet had run off to; he had not seen his core hound since the attack on his camp began. He fought against the dusk around his eyes that mirrored the sky, and glanced over feeling a dull ache on his leg. Aeishelis screamed. A ravager was eating him alive. He finally passed out; leaving his body for dead as his mind barely registered another shape behind the ravager.