Morician_Blackborne has joined the game.
The death knight groaned, shielding his eyes from the harsh sun as he staggered to his feet. A quick self-examination revealed no broken bones or missing limbs, and his armor was still intact. Much to his horror though, his runeblade was missing. A minute of panic quickly ensued, before he realized that he no longer felt wracking pains or a need to kill. In fact, he felt very much alive.
Feeling a little more at ease, he swept his gaze around the immediate area, trying to get his bearings. He was in the middle of a grassy field speckled with various wildflowers, with a small flock of sheep contentedly grazing nearby. A stream babbled lazily through the field, with what seemed to be a vast forest of birch and oak on the other side. Thick puffy clouds floated by overhead, occasionally obscuring the sun. It almost looked like Elwynn forest, save for the fact that the trees weren’t quite big enough.
Where is everyone? he puzzled, wading across the stream and venturing deeper into the forest. At first, he had thought it nothing more than a dream, given his return to life, but the surroundings felt different than in a dream. More…real, if one could even properly describe how real felt. The water was very wet and soaked through the fabric portions of his attire, while the grass had that soft squishy crunch as it was trodden underfoot.
The trees grew taller and wider as he ventured deeper–the thick canopy overhead veiling the forest in a sort of dim twilight. This felt more like the wilder parts of Elwynn, save for the gigantic mushrooms sprinkled here and there among the trees. Maybe it’s Ashenvale? Or…what was that druid place…Moonglade? he mused to himself, pausing a moment before the mouth of a cave. While druids did like plants, he hadn’t known them to be particularly fond of caves, and this was one of several caves he had seen on his short walk. So not Moonglade then…
He was about to continue on when a flicker of movement in the depths of the cave caught his eye. Squinting, he crept closer to the entrance, peering in confusion at the strange creature within. What in the Light’s name is that thing?
The entity in question, although odd looking, didn’t appear to be hostile. It was about the size of a large dog, perhaps, with a very upright body supported by four stumpy clawed legs. Its head resembled a murloc’s, with big frog-like eyes and tiny little teeth poking out of a comically sad mouth. Its body was covered in a patchwork of green and brown scales. Unlike a murloc though, it didn’t make a sound, simply staring at him for a moment before wandering forward.
“Awwwww, hey little fella,” Morician ventured, holding out a cautious hand to show the creature he was no threat. The thing was kinda cute, in its own weird way, and if he could get it back home someone could probably identify it. “C’mon–I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Shoot, maybe it’s a whole new kind of critter nobody’s ever found before!
The creature crept forward; its eyes unblinking. It came to a stop next to Morician, emitting a loud hiss. Morician frowned as the creature began to rattle, its body rapidly swelling. “What in the–” His exclamation was cut short by a loud BOOM as the creature exploded.
Morician_Blackborne was blown up by Creeper.
The death knight groaned, shielding his eyes from the harsh sun as he staggered to his feet, the sight of a grassy field and vast forest greeting him…