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…