It’s Thursday. I’m in the Shattrath Bank. Again. Rearranging and organizing things. Again.
Fortunately Idara showed up in the nick of time to save me from boredom. She had just finished polishing her shield and said she wanted to try out some new fighting moves, was I interested in joining her into a dungeon? Sure. One of the really hard ones, without the weakening spell on, she insisted. Fine by me.
So she looked up Masque and Malignant and told them both that we were going (she seldom leave room for other people to protest) and that was that. Of course seeing as we were going to venture into one of the tougher dungeons, we would need another person to join us. With Idara tanking and Malignant healing her, we had Masque and me killing off the minions. We needed another person to help out with the killing.
Masque insisted that we go down to the Underbog and kill the Black Stalker, the creature that dwells in the utter depths of the dungeon. Apparently Griftah the troll had told him that the magic of this creature was such that one can use one of its tendrils as a weapon of great power. Masque wanted it.
So we asked around and got told that there was a rogue looking to go to the same place. Are you a good at sneaking around? Yes he was. Good, you’re hired. And off we went.
As usual we had no trouble getting through the creatures that live in the Underbog. The only creatures that gave us some trouble were the two Underbog Lords guarding Hungerfen. They have this nasty ability of growing in size and strenght disturbingly fast. After discussing it we decided on letting Masque distract one of them and lure it away, while the rest of us took care of the other one. We lost Masque in the process, which made him quite grumpy. You’d think with him being an undead and all, he’d be used to it by now… But apart from Masque there were no other casualties.
The great thing about the Underbog is that it is the perfect climate for a very rare flower. It doesn’t grow anywhere but there and it is very highly treasured by the Sporeggar Tribe. It also smells divine.
Dear Diary,
Today Masque gave me a [Sanguine Hibiscus]. Oh my…
We got through the rest of the dungeon without any major problems. We even freed that poor druid again. Seriously, he has to be masochistic. Why would he otherwise let himself get caught by that hunter over and over again. If i was him, I’d move to Azeroth, maybe Hillsbrand Foothills, get me a nice cottage by the Lake and forget all about that hunter, instead of falling into the same selfdistructive relashionship pattern.
After freeing the druid we had to dispatch of two more Underbog Lords and then we found him: the Black Stalker. Tactics were discussed. Idara would rush at it and keep it’s attention while the rogue would sneak up from behind. Masque would attack from the left and me from the right, with Malignant standing between us in case he needed protection.
The fight was short. The creature turned out to be no match for us and after slaying it, Malignant went over to start skinning it. Boy did that ever tick Masque off! He went off screaming on the top of his lungs WAIT! I need to get a tendril first! Don’t skin it yet! Fortunately for him, Malignant had started with the head, so they both got what they wanted.
Turns out that was quite the wand, that Masque acquired. After seeing my disappointment at not getting one as well, he offered to go talk to Griftah again and see if we could find another Black Stalker somewhere to get me the wand.
Dear Diary,
I’m not into the whole date-an-undead thing, but I have to admit Masque’s quite cute. Noone can handle a wand quite like him and that shadowform of his is absolutley delicious.
Voodoo Ventures 