Day 32
I awoke to the screams of the Townfolk. Dragonmaw had raided or so it seemed from the sounds. Far beyond my ability to help. I vowed to come back and help them one day when I could. For now I needed to head onward to Dun Morogh and Ironforge.
First I decided to check out the stories for myself. I had to see a Murloc, they say fish-men is an apt description. I think it doesn’t do them justice. They hardly look like a man at all. Sure they have arms and legs, walk upright as well, that’s about as man as they get though; they are all fish. Their warcry… if that’s what it is “mrrglrlrlrmgrrr” or something like that. Frightening when you first hear it. I stayed far enough back to just catch a glimpse as other Adventurers took them on.
Just as I turned to leave, it happened. Pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before then numbness everywhere. My back cracked under the power of the Crocolisk’s jaws, I died shortly after. I started to follow the light that appeared when Elune came to me. She told me I had to go on it was not my time yet and dropped me off by one of her “Spirit healers”, she called them, in Wetlands. Rather than return to my corpse I decided to resurrect at the spirit healer and carry on with my journey. Fatigue had set in and I felt weak. I was less prepared for this than I first imagined.
I didn’t get very far before I saw another crocolisk. I was doing all I could to avoid it, it must’ve smelled me though cause it came running quick. I don’t think I ever ran as fast in my life as I did that day. I narrowly escaped that one with my life. I stuck to the road for the most part. As much as I wanted to adventure I was still very weak and inexperienced. In a land that was inhospitable to someone of my skill-set.
I saw what I would assume was the Dragonmaw encampment as I ran past. Also a cave that I would later come to know as Thelgen Rock, but that is a story for another time. As I passed the cave, I again was running for my life. This time from a spider and some ooze or slime blob thing. Don’t think being warned about them would even prepare to see one. Much like the tales of the Murlocs.
Finally with much trepidation I made it to Dun Algaz, the pass into Loch Modan. I was safe… or so I thought. Through one tunnel, upward around the mountain, through another tunnel. As I came out the other end I heard it, a loud warcry followed by two arrows to the back of my ribs. I couldn’t breathe and as much as I wanted to go on I knew I was done for.
A light encompassed me, bright and shiny; the pain dissipated and I bathed again in holy light, feeling replenished. A Dwarf Paladin had come to my rescue. He bubbled me, healed me and then slayed my attackers.
I stood in awe. I had never seen a Dwarf, stout indeed. Then I realized he had been talking to me. I quickly explained myself and introduced myself. His name was Daramin, a kind Dwarf with a large red beard. He gave me a blessing, and offered to be my guide the rest of the way. I stammered out a quick acceptance and giddily headed into the last tunnel. The final tunnel into Loch Modan.
We journeyed from the northern end of Loch Modan to Thelsamar. Daramin encouraged me to continue onward. I wanted to continue onward and planned to as well. I couldn’t though. The near death experiences and the death itself, as well as learning that I was in fact immortal, was too much. Fatigue had set in and I needed some rest. I said my goodbyes to Daramin and purchased a room at the Inn.
The final leg of my journey to Dun Morogh will be concluded tomorrow.