What did I do in a Past Life to Piss Off the Universe This Much?
Battle for Gilneas, Entry 1
Remember when I had mentioned that nagging feeling that didn't want to go away?
Well it finally decided to show itself… In the form of the Forsaken Navy.
The day had started out normal enough, wake up, train with Shand'do, wash, eat breakfast and then take some of Aranas' medicine soon after. Only problem was that he had run out of the main ingredient for the medicine some time ago and had failed to mention it until that morning. Which wasn't as big of a deal as you would think.
Turns out the regular dosages were for the newly turned. It was to make sure that they didn't go postal inside town and that I had finished my allotted observation period without so much as a sideways glance. So I was off the hook for taking my meds (at least, until tomorrow), but that didn't mean others didn't need it, so Aranas asked me if I would go fetch some.
Naturally I agreed to do so.
"I will need mandrake essence to brew another batch of my serum for you. You will find a crate stashed beneath a shed southwest of town." He had said, I knew where he was talking about. It's a relatively open area, perfect for the warriors to spar and for Shand'do and I to go a few rounds in our cat forms.
So I meandered on over to where the crate should have been, seeing as how I was in no great rush, only to be greeted by the sickly-sweet sent of death and smashed vials of the putrid mandrake essence that Aranas had us drink.
I knew right away that the Watchman was dead. Collin. Collin Kenelm.
I knew right away that Collin was dead.
No heartbeat. No breath.
Perks of being a Worgen I guess…
But those heightened senses are what saved my life.
The quiet drawing of diggers alerted me first, the screech of "Gilneas will soon belong to the Forsaken!" had me firing off Wrath faster that I thought possible.
It had burned a large, gaping hole in her chest and one of her arms off before I finished her. A quick slash to the throat silenced any other cries.
The Forsaken.
It was strange to see one of them up close. Stranger still seeing three of their armada off the coast.
I had gone back to Duskhaven soon after, my trip cut short in my panic to warn Gwen and the rest of the survivors.
The warriors and the Watchmen are with Prince Liam right now, driving back the first wave of Forsaken. Shand'do and I are helping to set up traps and barricades and move citizens around, to make it harder for the Forsaken to gain entry to the town, should they overwhelm our warriors.
I'll be joining them in a moment though.