What have I done?

I have done     I acciden     Something awful happened today. I haven’t slept because of it, and I worry about what tomorrow morning may bring. Askashia and I… we went to the ramparts in hellfire today. There is a well known orc problem there and we took it upon ourselves to thin their numbers. We fought together well, but it seemed that we were no match for Watchkeeper Gargolmar. We cut our losses and flew to the very top of the Citadel and decided to rest there. After a bit of small talk about the funeral, I decided that the ledge below us was a nice place to jump to. There were some boxes down there that bore the mark of the orcs, though they seemed long forgotten, and they peaked my curiosity. Without a second thought I ran and jumped to it, landing with a soft ‘pffth’. My training had taught me that. I looked up at Askashia and asked her to jump down as well. She looked down and saw I made it, smiled, and jumped. Halfway down I realized that she had no training in jumping down such a long way, but it was too late. She slammed into the boxes, and I hoped they cushioned her fall. Helping her up, she only grunted in pain and smiled. She assured me she was fine, and I decided that maybe we should just leave the Citadel altogether.

The flight to the far off mountain we agreed to go to was quiet. Very quiet. I didn’t realize… You see, when we arrived at the mountain Aska looked at me with her face scrunched in pain. Immediately next to her, I asked her if she was ok. She mentioned something about the fall, and said she was. When she said this I noticed she had something on her face. I leaned in to look and I was horrified. Blood. Before I could say anything, she coughed and more blood came up. I tried to keep a cool head and looked around. There we were, nine hundred feet in the air and Aska was coughing up blood. I didn’t know what to do. I told Aska we needed to get her to the ground and somewhere to be cared for. She nodded, but her eyes looked glazed and unfocused. I cried out her name, trying to keep her attention, but she slumped to the side of her saddle and fell.

I kicked my Griffon, Bruce, hard. We flew down at the same speed she was falling and I reached out and grabbed her. Slowly Bruce leveled of, so as not to jolt her. I motioned for Bruce to head for Shattrath and cradled Aska in my arms. She looked at me… her eyes so… afraid. My heart lurched. I told her I was sorry as we flew, that I would fix this. I told her she was going to be alright, and that I would never let her go so easily.

All she did was grip my shoulderpads tighter and cough. Through her tears, she said she was scared.

I called for my mistsaber as soon as we landed, racing through the portal to Darnassus. People stopped on the bridge to watch me race by with Aska in my arms, making it harder to get to the house. I gingerly put her on the bed there, and called for Arillion to come quickly. Aska curled up into a ball and coughed again, staining the bedsheets. I pulled off my mask and took a knee next to her. I grabbed her hand, told her everthing I already had, and tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Arillion arrived and took over. There was little I could do now. I stood back and watched.

Aska was always so strong. But now… she looked so vulnerable. Looking down at my armor and tabard, I realized it was covered in Aska’s tears and blood from her coughing while I was clutching her so close. I removed most of it just in time for Arillion to say he could do nothing more. Casyl and Ernaad both came to try, but it looked like she was flinching every time it was attempted. That when I noticed the barb in her leg. Pulling it out, it suddenly dawned on me that those crate were filled with poison. This particular poison appeared to stop and even reverse healing effects. I pulled out almost 14 barbs. With so much of that poison in her system all we could do was wait.

Other people came, including Ellassar. I couldn’t even look them in the eye while they were there. Aska…. I hurt her, asking her to follow. How could I forget my training in landing? She… is the second person my actions could have saved… So here I am, writing instead of sleeping. If she doesn’t make it…

… I guess I’ll leave the guild quietly.

TO WAR!… to lose.

Undercity is a foul place. As soon as you walk in you reek of death. Of course that is only fuel for the flame of hatred against the undead.

Today a small group of Sterling composed of Garnil, Askashia, Avatarak, Byysyy, Kelandros, and myself merged with groups from all over Azeroth to form an army. A small army, but a powerful one. Better to take a few good men, than to take a hundred strong. Small groups move more efficiently at any rate. As the small fellowships met in Southshore, it was announced we were moving against the Undercity. Bold words, but to know that you were considered among the best suited to push the initial attack gave a sense of pride.

and so we mounted up. We tried to keep loosely together so we could support one another, however as soon as we hit the sewers the army became a wave. A tsunami. Guards tried to halt our advance but they were like straw huts in a hurricane. We ripped through all in our path without loosing stride. At this point I have lost sight of the others, and all I can think about is charging forward. The group hung a left into the royal quarter (which I recognized from Bjorke’s report) and ran over the guards. Ahead of us at this point were 8 guards, meant to halt our advance, but I felt invincible. I charged, but I didn’t get halfway there before a mixture of arrow, bullets, shadow bolts, and fire soared overhead and annihilated them all. Impressive, to say the least. The company ground to a halt, looking the banshee queen dead in the face. She turned to us, her eyes darkened.

It was at this point I believe the whole group felt this was a mistake. Maybe it was the look of pleasure on her face. Maybe it was the twelve foot demon standing by her side. Maybe it was the twenty or so guardians the twelve foot demon summoned. Or maybe it was how ten of our own dropped within the first two seconds of Sylvanis Windrunner’s defensive push. We fought valiantly, but we were disheartened. I remember holding my own against one or two, until i felt two arrows bury themselves in my side. My strength faded, and I was hit over the head. The last thing I remember seeing was Aska laying on the ground wounded next to me with Garnil standing over her body fighting a losing battle . I blacked out.

A wash of warmth swept over me. I remembered the feeling instantly as being pulled back from near death. I have had my share of that. I tried to sit up, and then the warmth dissapeared and was replaced by a sharp cutting pain in my side. Apparently the arrows had been left in, but considering the number of people this healer was trying to save I did not get angry. Bracing myself, I pulled them out one at a time, biting down on a bit of my tunic for pain. Aska was next to me already awake and still recuperating, as was Avatarak. Farther away was Garnil and over the guild channel I found out that Kel and Byysyy had made it out as well.

This marks the second time I have failed to protect since I have completed my training…

A different fighting style

I have become so wrapped up in my training that I started to wonder on my fighting approach. Fighting how I had was a traditional “come out swinging strong and hope your enemy falls before you” type of rogue style. But continuous attacking and being attacked had put into my mind that I could perfect my style to a more calm and precise type of fighting. I sat down on the steps of the cathedral in Stormwind pondering all my ideas and then it hit me: I needed a different type of weapon.

I went to the weapons dealer and begun holding different blades of different sorts. First a sword. I had been known to wield swords before, but never with my stabbing hand. It just made proper ’stabbing’ impossible. Putting that down I saw a mace. I had never used one before, so I picked one up and swung it a few times. I decided no, it was far too top heavy. It would throw me off balance when I was trying to be as hard to connect to as possible. Way off of my base of weapons. How does Mabon fight with these things? I think it would take all the grace out of my fighting. Slightly scowling, I set down the mace. On the far left of the counter, there was a peculiar looking handle with two long and pointy blades coming off of the top of it. I picked up two and attacked the dummy in the corner. These weapons were definitely not for stabbing, and the fighting was much more personal and in-your-face. But what drew me in was the precision of the weapons. Much easier to attack specific parts of a body and even better was the control. Fighting for a while I learned how to pull my wrists inward mid-slice, almost tearing at my assailant. Using these weapons made my hands lighter and myself quicker. I was in love…

Alterac

    I have become quite adept at the battles that seem to continuously rage in the alterac valley. Stormpike asks for any and all alliance members to assist him in claiming the lands that before had been horde territory. I decided to volunteer to improve my prowess in fighting the horde, though I do feel that they are slightly in the right here. Then again, Stormpike never wished to fight. He was here for mining and archeology studies. The horde reacted rashly and that is the reason the valley is a war zone. At any rate it’s too late now.

Today I have performed my best in combat. I used to just fling myself into battle with the rest of the troops, but I have come to realize that as a rogue charging is not my forte. I hide in trees, behind stumps, and even bury myself in snow to surprise my unlucky straggler.

But back to today. Today the horde pushed us all the way to Stormpike’s bunker before the offense decided to move out. That first thirty minutes when the group split was horrible. We were hopelessly out numbered but we continued to wait for our brothers in arms to challenge the horde base. This would surprise them and force them to split they’re force as well and it was our only chance for taking the valley this day. The horde stood on one side of the bridge and us on the other. We 12 were all that kept those 30 or more horde from Stormpike. I took a quick look at my map and realized that our offense was still about two minutes away from Drek (the horde general) and in that time we would be wiped completely. Catching movement in the corner of my eye, I jumped from my tree and stabbed at the druid trying to sneak by our defenses. As soon as he fell, four undead rogues popped out of nowhere and assaulted us. Huang the hunter was by far the most expirienced of us all and he mowed down at least two horde as they charged across the bridge to assist their rogues. My brothers flew to meet the assaut and I hung back until I spotted a season 56 blood elf mage among the charge. I focused on him, closed my eyes, and felt my weight leave me and the earth disappear beneath my feet. I waited for my feet to feel solid ground again and opened my eyes. Now that I was behind the mage I ambushed him, stabbing deftly toward his back with my dagger. Connection and he hit the ground. I looked up and saw two of the Alliance fighting a pally and i sprinted toward him, lept into the air and cut him across his back, landing in front of him. Mayem all was all around me. Wizzing arrows flew in all directions, fireballs and ice spikes. I could hear Huang shouting orders, though I couldn’t see him. Smoke was everywhere. A dwarf ran towards me and fell at my feet dead. I looked up just as his attacker had just caught four of Huang’s arrows and instantly regretted his decision to chase the dwarf into range. A flash of light appeared over him and suddenly he looked refreshed. Instantly I knew it was a priest. That was bad news. The way the Tauren was revitalized meant it was a holy priest capable of some monster heals. I threw my flash powder to the ground, starting my stealth, and moved to a hill to look for the priest. I saw him. Huang had attacked the bastard and was being killed. The priest was half dead and Huang was working on dying as well, so I ran suicidally towards the priest. Area spells we going off everywhere and I was clipped by one. It didn’t hurt bad, but it broke my stealth and I happened to be right in the middle of the horde army. I shrugged off the 2 arrows that found my shoulder as soon as I was visible and pushed by a shaman. Something hit me in the back and I hit the ground hard, but stumbled up and kept running. A warrior stepped between me and the priest so I threw some powder in his eyes and ran up his hammer and jumped off his back in one move. I came crashing down on the priest and delivered the final blow to his fragile body. Despite the incredible pain I was in I smiled. Looking up at Huang, I was finished off by a warlocks curse. Lying there I heard a horn sound. Someone had summoned the Ram Riders to battle, effectively pushing the horde back over the bridge and down the main road. Ressel revived me and we looked out at the horde turning tail. That was good, but even better was the fact that Aegwyn had attacked Drek, effectively taking the pressure off of the defense. We all sighed in relief and bandaged up, waiting for the next push.

Damn we were good today.

Ambushed

Just getting back from a meeting with Bjorke, Ernaad, and Xisa I was heading off to the bank. I was tired, and needed to sort some things out in my inbox as well. I shoved through the crowd to the fountain and just then there was a sharp, blunt pain on my head. Disoriented and angry, I swung around just in time to see an iron clad blood elf swing a large hammer into the right side of my head. It connected with a sound ‘clack’ and I fell to my knees. I couldn’t understand why there was a blood elf in Stormwind, but I knew he was going to kill me. My hand went to my dagger and I lunged at him. He reacted quickly to my wobbly and obviously disoriented attack by bringing the butt of his hammer into my chest before swinging the hammer upwards into my chin. I flew backwards and hit the floor. Through the blurry vision and blood I saw my fellow Alliance brothers jumping on him, stabbing and blasting away. Then I saw Xisa. She was obviously outclassed in this fight, but she turned into a panther and clawed the paladin as well, trying desperately to get the attention off of me. I wiped the blood from my eyes just as the paladin looked at me in the eyes, and I felt suddenly more afraid of him than the probability of my death. He took my breath with a crushing swing to my chest before somehow vanishing completely. I must have blacked out then because I just don’t know how he did it. My newfound allies went after him, and Xisa knelt over my bleeding body. Feeling coldness creeping into my muscles made me realize that I was close to death, and I shouted out for Ernaad. I knew the priest was in town, and Xisa ran quickly to get him. When they arrived, some men had already moved me to the nearby inn, after a paladin had muttered some prayers over me. He told me to rest for awhile, and I’d be fine.

Bjorke, Ernaad, and Xisa ran in the room and asked if Iwas ok. I nodded, trying to ignore the pain that now came with nodding. Told them i was in need of rest, so they said their worrying words over me, and left. I lay down and realized that I am not as strong as I though I was. Time to hit my training hard again.

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