Diary: Page Six

[shosen]

I’d arrived at the Undercity to see the bones of the fallen, and the small sphere of light that were all that remained of the slaughtered spectral citizens. I’d waved good-bye to Sakti as she went to investigate the alarm bells from Orgimmar. I’d stood in shock and horror, watching the Deathguards attempt to subdue an insane orc who was rampaging through the city, slaughtering the citizens. When I arrived at the Crossroads to find a handful of strong fighters attacking the unprepared, I couldn’t just watch any longer, though I was as unprepared as the rest of them.

I sent Pagtuk, at first. I’m no fighter, and I never will be. He did his best, but he can only stray so far from my side, can only do so much. Not that it mattered: they brought the fight inside the gates, and I fell to the blade of a dwarf. When I managed to stand again, I knew I had a choice, watch and fall, or fight and fall. I fought, Darneth at my side this time, her whip more fearsome than Pagtuk’s fireballs. Curses and spells, such simple things, helped me defend the outpost of my friends and allies.

And when it was over, I remained standing. There were more of us by then, the stronger Horde defenders having answered the call for help, but I had not fallen again.