Invasion of Gilneas, Entry 3 continued
I'm in Greymane's Court now, which is opposite of Merchant's Square… This night is lasting forever and I'm starting to slip. The bite isn't helping either. News about Avery has spread through the remaining survivors like wildfire, everyone is completely wound up, so much so that I saw a few survivors being carted off screaming that they weren't bit, they weren't infected… The screams stopped after a few shots were fired. No, no I… I don't think I'll be telling anyone anytime soon…
If I can just slip away.
Yes, I think that's what I'll do. Second I get the chance I'm out of here.
I said that I'd write later. Right.
So I accepted Lorna's quest of sniffing out the hidden worgen and, surprisingly, I found that it wasn't too difficult to complete. Am I going to read further into that? Nope. Instead I'm going to thank the adorable mastiff that she lent me and continue on with the story.
Continuing…
By that time, I had returned to Genn, telling him about Lorna's intervention and, I quote, "It's time, Riendeau. We'll take it from here. Tell King Greymane that my father's arsenal will be at his disposal. There's more than enough firepower to blow the worgen from here to the North Sea."
Then Greymane asked me to take another quest.
In all honesty I just wanted to slink away before I turned. Is that too much to ask, O Great Gods Who Find It Hilarious to Fuck with my Life?
Whatever, what's done is done.
But he continued talking, unaware what was going through my mind at that moment, "… We can't open fire just yet, there is a civilian trapped on the other side of the prison. Not just any civilian, either. Krennan Aranas is one of the most brilliant alchemists this world has known. One of his potions saved my daughter, Tess, from dying soon after being born. Take my horse and rescue him. Krennan must live."
Oh, that asshole…
Not that he's actually an asshole, very sweet, he looks like the overly-enthusiastic grandpa-type. Which is hella adorable. I think I zoned out at some point because I was sure that there was more to that speech than well, what he told me…
But I remember this one bit from the game… Only because it pissed me off. I remember rolling my first druid, Yitora, and trying to find out where he was for the final battle bit, you know, before all the cursed and non-cursed citizens bum rush the city in order to take it back? And you have to buff them or something? Yeah that bit. Well I wondered around like a class A dipshit for, God had to have been over an hour, trying to find him to start the damn quest. Found him later after I had died several times from wondering the city in a little shit-shack by the bridge ready to go… Fuck sake…
Anyways, so I was sent off to rescue Aranas, which, for those of you who don't know, involves a horse and saving the poor bastard whose hanging from a tree in his knickers.
In game is stupid simple, you don't even control the horse and when you find Aranas you simply press a key and he hops off the branch he was hanging on behind you on the horse. Then you ride off, still not controlling the horse, hop over the barricade and back to Greymane.
Oh no.
Nope.
Never that easy because unlike the game this is real life and in real life you, or I, in this case have to… steer? Turn? You have to control the damn horse is what I'm trying to say. And you have to dodge worgen –Those little fuckers are fast let me tell you, one almost bit my head clean off! —and get Aranas onto the scared-as-all-shit horse –without him becoming minced meat mind you- and then ride back to safety while dodging even more worgen…
Gods only know how I managed that one.
But I did.
And just in the nick of time too, as soon as Greymane's mount cleared the barricade I could hear Godfrey bellow, "We've got Aranas! Fire at will!" only seconds before the thunderous sounds of a cannon and the death screeches of worgen are reverberating through the air. Again and again the cannons are fired and each time less and less worgen are eager to attempt trying to overrun the barricade.
"We've done all we can here." Said Godfrey, pulling me aside before I got to far. "Let King Greymane know we've bought some time. I've a feeling it won't be long till the worgen are back in force. We'll need to fall back to Greymane Court to the west, if that's the case. It's the last place we can hold out without being trapped like fish in a barrel."
Why the hell am I the one everyone's going to for help? I-I don't even know anymore. Is it because I'm here and it's convenient? Or, oh Gods, am I the only trainee left? Is it because I'm the only one left to get help from? Come to think of it… I haven't seen any of the other trainees since I got to Greymane's Court…
So we went west, towards Greymane's Court, where I'm writing now. On our way we passed a horde of worgen being held off by some of the city's remaining guard but they… Honestly I can't believe that I'm only just realizing it, they were citizens… Their clothes, although torn to shreds, still resembled what myself and others around me were wearing. A hundred feet later and we were safe, I nearly collapsted in a dead heap. I was so tired. Scratch that I still am tired, but at least I'm able to eat and drink something, all the while sitting within earshot of Greymane, his son, Crowley and Godfrey.
"If we can make it past the gates into Duskhaven," Began Greymane. "We'll be safe. The eastern mountains are virtually impassable."
Crowley nodded in agreement but brought up a crucial point: "We need to keep the worgen's attention in the city, Genn. It's the only shot we have for the survivors to make it to Duskhaven."
That's when Prince Liam piped up, "I'll stay behind with the Royal Guard, father. It is my duty to Gilneas." It feels like a life time ago when he first told me to evacuate the rest of Merchant's Square. He actually smiled when he saw me scuttle into camp before turning his attention back to matters at hand.
Crowley snorted, glancing sidelong at his Highness, "Not a chance, boy. Gilneas is going to need its king's undivided attention. Can't have your father wondering whether his child is alive or not." He shifted his gaze back to Greymane, a deep frown and a furrowed brow marring his face. "My men and I will hole up inside the Light's Dawn Cathedral. I've already given the order and the cannons are on their way. Lead our people well, Genn."
"We were fools to take up arms against each other, Darius." He sighed. "The worgen would've never stood a chance."
The bite wound is getting worse. You don't feel so good…