Invasion of Gilneas, Entry 2

Oh my God ohmygodohmygodohmygod I- I'm shaking. This can't be happening. Maybe it won't effect me? Maybe- Oh my god it looks awful!

Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!

CALM DOWN

OH MY GOD I GOT BIT!

STOP! BREATH!

Okay... I'm okay. Sort of, okay not really. I think I'm going to cry.

okay, okay, okay gotta back it up.

I had left off at the edge of the Military District and Merchant's Square, did some quests and fought for my life. Okay. Good. And then I had wrote that we were packing up camp to met up with the King. So I guess that I'll start from just after that point in time.

It was a rather short walk to King Greymane and his group but with the weight of the injured and the paranoia of an imminent worgen attack made the walk feel so much longer. It's... It's different than the game. I mean, there are emotional attachments, sure but this? This is a war zone. No. Not a war zone. A blood bath.

And I-I'm caught in the middle of it all. Oh god oh god what if I die here? What if I never get home? I wanna go home. I wanna go home.

Okay. Sorry. I just... I had to put my journal down for a minute. I'm okay... I'm okay.

So... Where was I?

Right.

I spoke to Greymane. He asked me to speak to Captain Broderick and to find out where Crowley is inside the prison. He also asked me to assist Crowley in anyway I could. "Lord Darius Crowley has been called many things." He told me. "Rebel. Traitor. Terrorist. Before the civil war I called him... friend. I never blamed him for leading an insurrection against me. His land and people were separated from Gilneas by a stone wall... but we had no choice. Regardless... Crowley is exactly the type of person we need now. Enter Stoneward Prison and ask Captain Broderick about Crowley's whereabouts. I'd send my own men, but there's still bad blood."

I get it I suppose. So I agreed. I was just about to leave when Lord Godfry pulled me aside. "Aside" being a relative term seeing as he was still mounted on his horse looking down on me.

Jerk.

Anyways he asked (read: ordered) me to kill some worgen, stating that it was "Fine by me if King Greymane wants you to risk your life to rescue a known traitor. Do me a favor and do something useful while you're out there and kill these cursed fleabags." What am I? Your personal hit-man or something? Although I think Genn heard him, not that he was quiet mind you, and give Godfry a hilarious pissed-off-dead-pan face. It was great.

So off I went, ganking worgen and trying not to die.

I think Godfry is trying to kill me though. Either it's because I'm a druid or it's the fact that my face gives away how done I am with him. Or maybe it's because I'm a woman and I have bigger cojones then him. Hard to know. I'm thinking it's a little of all three...

So I made my way to the Captain, relaying my orders from the King. I already know Crowley'll be upstairs, just like in the game but the Captain seemed keen to add his two coppers to the Crowley bashing party as well, "I don't understand why the king wants to waste time saving his hide, but if you want to risk your life, then be my guest. Crowley and his men are holed up upstairs, probably plotting against the king as we speak" 'Kay. Thanks for that. I'm just going to do my job now. Well, I guess it's good to know for sure.

So I made my way upstairs and dispatched any and all worgen that got in my way, which weren't to many thankfully. I found Crowley and his crew quickly enough, seeing as they were the only living things on the roof, and made my way over. There were four men in total. One of them seemed to be seriously injured while another, an older gentleman, tended to him. The other two were holding off any worgen that got too close, one of them had a wooden floor board(?) as a weapon while the other only had his fists. The one with the wood plank stopped me from getting any closer.

"Stop! Who are you?" Different from the game, oh well. I just went with it.

"Uh... Hello there. My name is Riendeau Whitman... I was asked to speak with Lord Crowley?"

"By who's authority?" Asked the weaponless man.

"The King's."

The weaponless man seemed surprised with my statement, if the shocked, "Genn sent you?!" was anything to go by.

"Am I right to assume that you are the Lord Darius Crowley?" Had to make sure. You know, seeing as how real life is much more complicated than game life.

He extended his hand for me to shake, "I lost my Noble status when I rebelled against the King," He explained. "So please, call me Crowley." He turned to the three other men beside him, "This," he motioned towards the man with floor board. "Is Tobias Mistmantle. Our injured is Sean Dempsey and the good man tending to him is Vincent Hersham."

I shook his hand briefly before we turned our gaze to watching the roofs around us. "Pleasure to finally meet you... Crowley... And all of you."

Tobias only grunted, most of his focus going into watching the rooftops around us. Hersham was to busy tending to Dempsey to answer and Dempsey was, well, unconscious.

"Likewise Miss Riendeau. So what flattering things have I been called so far, hmm?"

I felt my lips twitch into a small smile. This man's sarcasm, I like it. "Oh you know," I said casually. "The usual: Traitor. Rebel scum. A 'waste of time' and a 'lost cause' were tossed around..." I sighed, sobering. "But His Majesty asked me to speak with you about allying our peoples. The worgen outbreak is too much for any one faction to fight against."

Crowley was quiet for some time, thinking over the offer's pros and cons no doubt.

Needless to say I was a little startled when Crowley spoke again, "Greymane's right. These beasts do not care what our political affiliations are. Gilneas needs to stand together. I accept your offer Riendeau but one of those mangy fleabags got Dempsey real good. We cannot move him until we stabilize his bleeding."

"How long will that take? Perhaps I can help?"

The older gentleman shook his head, stating that it shouldn't take him long but "Thank you for the offer druid."

It was kinda nice up on that roof. The sounds of battle were muted all the way up here... But peace never lasts. The sound of a ferocious howl drew our attention to the cathedral across the canal, there had to be dozens of worgen up there... And they were coming straight for us.

"Give us a hand holding back these mongrels. A couple of minutes is all we need, sister!"

"You've got that hand Crowley!" I said, I felt Wrath forming in my hands and as the first worgen touched down I blackened it on the spot. "I am so fucking done with these fucking worgen!"

It felt like eternity, Tobias kept braining any worgen that got to close to Hersham and Dempsey, while Crowley and I took on the brunt of the attack. The worgen soon learned that fighting a pissed off druid was not the best approach and soon directed their attention to Crowley. But little did they know that, even without a weapon, Crowley was just as dangerous. Little by little less worgen were attacking and Crowley and I pressed our advantage. By the end of the battle we were waist deep in corpses, sweat and gore covering our bodies and the stench of burnt flesh invading our noses. We were alive.

I felt a hand clamp down onto my shoulder, it was Crowley. "We did it, Riendeau. Thanks to you a good man has survived."

I breathed out a rather shaky laugh and grinned. I had no words. We were alive.

But Crowley continued, "Listen, Riendeau. For the first time since the civil war I agree with Greymane. Now is the time to put aside our quarrel. It sure doesn't look like these beasts much care whether you're a rebel or a royal. Send word back to Greymane, my men will join his. There's a safe house not far from here, in Josiah's cellar. My lads stashed some heavy artillery there. Tell our king that my arsenals are now at his disposal."

I nodded in agreement, but not without giving a questioning look towards Dempsey.

The former lord seemed to know what I was asking, which I was thankful for, since I my words would likely fail me. "Don't worry," He said. "We'll be right behind you but you need to get back to Greymane."

With another nod from me I trudged off, back towards the entrance of the prison where, thankfully, none of the worgen took much notice of me.

When I got back I told Godfry I completed his task and if I wasn't so tired I would have laughed at the face he was making. It looked like he was sucking a lemon. When I went over to Greymane I was greeted by a mildly disturbed version of Godfry-the-lemon-sucker and realized I probably looked like a mass murder... Well... I mean...

"Crowley asked me to tell you that his men will join yours," I began. "There is a safe house not far from here, a man by the name of Josiah is keeping some heavy artillery for Crowley, which is now in your disposal."

Oh look, Godfry's shared some lemons with Greymane.

"Rebel arsenals? In my own city? What in the bloody hell was Crowley up to?" Pretty sure that that was a rhetorical question but I just kinda shrugged in response anyways. "Never mind that," Continued Greymane. "The arsenal Crowley speaks of is in the cellar of a building just west of here. It is unnerving that artillery was smuggled inside the city by my enemies, yet it might end up saving Gilnean lives today. Find Josiah Avery and requisition the rebel artillery. We will put the weapons to good use. But first speak with Olivia Wilder for a change of clothes."

Once again I could only nod as I wandered over to Olivia... I'm pretty sure she was just an NPC in game because I don't remember anyone by that name. But, anyways, one change of clothes and some food later I was ready to go find this "Josiah Avery".

I didn't really remember much from the game, especially when I first started Yitora all those months ago, so needless to say I was a little shocked when I found that basement Greymane told me about. Since... You know... You get bit by Avery and become a worgen... S-so to make the long story short... I got bit. In the same manner as the game would have for the players...

You were bitten by a worgen, the wound looks minor... maybe it'll go away with time?