Old Friends, Enemies and Places
Azeroth is likely being destroyed by an angry dragon, with fire bursting from his core. But since all the residents of Azeroth are stuck in a comotose state, I’ll daydream about yesterday instead of worrying about today.
First, I said goodbye to Dalaran. It’s time to move on.
I said goodbye to my dear friend Applebough. I will always remember him as my favorite vendor.
Then I packed my things and stepped through the Dalaran portals for the last time. Everyone is returning home – the war is over. The wizards of Dalaran have decided that there is no need to waste magical energy keeping them open. I’m glad I was prepared enough to leave before they closed them. It would be a shame to get stuck taking the long ship ride back to Azeroth.
I took a quick tour around Stormwind. I went for a stroll in the Park, and wandered around the gates area, gazing at the grand statues.
Then I went to hunt the enemies that haunted my beginnings as a hero. It was time to make them suffer.
The first dangerous foe was Hogger. He didn’t have a chance this time…
Or did he? I’ve heard rumors that he may have respawned and been captured by the Stormwind Guard.
I also said hello to a few friends on my journey. Old Blanchy was always kind to me. He even gave me his old feed sack when I most needed bag space.
The Defias Messenger was wandering around Westfall. I gave him a parting blow with my dagger.
Klaven is no longer useful to the world. I will forever be greatful to him for allowing me to learn my poison skills. I thanked him with a swift death.
The Blackrock Grunts hid behind a tree in Redridge, just waiting for their moment to strike. I showed them what it was like to be surprised from behind.
Mor’Ladim had a very sad story, but he also had a tendency to sneak up on unsuspecting low-level characters and annhilate them. I paid him a visit to set things straight.
Stalvan was a very odd man, with one of those epically long quest chains that sent you scrambling around Azeroth. I ended his sad existence as an undead revenant.
The Ogres in Loch Modan have a massive cave complex that is full of treacherous turns and twists. I cleared the area. I’ve heard they’ll come back stronger than ever, but at least I made them hurt.
I took the opportunity to pause and look out over the dam. It is such an such an epic work of engineering… it’s too bad Deathwing had to crash into it.
Sadly, I said goodbye to Muradin Bronzebeard. Such a strong, proud dwarf – a wonderful leader. He will be greatly missed. I hope that someday we can free him from his earthen entanglement.
Murlocs are fun to kill, even if they aren’t ever going to leave Azeroth.
I stole Araj the Summoner’s phylactery for the last time.
I was never quite able to figure out that outhouse…
The entire zone of Desolace was my enemy. A barren wasteland full of nothing friendly.
Linken has always been one of my heroes. I keep his boomerang and sword safe in my bank should I ever need them.
I hung out for awhile with the ghosts of Azshara. I have a feeling they wont be lonely any more.
Finally, I watched the sun set over Darkshore.