This weekend turned out to be quite enjoyable. I spent Friday down in the Slave Pens with Idara, Malignant, Masque and one of my Puppets called Rothen. There are quite a few Coilfang Slavemasters down there who are just too obnoxious! You are slacking off too soon! I’ll rip off your arms and beat you with them, wretched slaves! Get back too work! What can I say, the yelling and screaming accompanied by the sound of whip-cracks was never ending. I wouldn’t have minded leaving those wretched Broken Ones to their fate for all eternity, but the Slavemasters’ yelling was annoying me to no ends, so we slew them without further ado.
Once down in the caves, Masque revealed his true reasons for joining us: deep down in the utter depths of the Slave Pens dwells a creature known by the name of Quagmirran. It turns out that Griftah the troll had told Masque about this creature too. Its magic was of such nature that if one was to carve out it’s left eye with a silver bladed dagger, the eye could be used as a trinket to improve a spell casters power. The promise of such treasures made us press on and in the end we reached the creature Quagmirran. After having freed the night elf explorer (who seems to be using the same therapist as the druid down in the Underbog) we went after the bog giant. The fight was not that hard and we all waited in suspense as Masque carved out its left eye. He gave it to me, seeing as he had taken the tendril from the Black Stalked just the other day and I was thrilled to have it.
As we approached the creature that dwells furthest inside the Slave Pens, Masque told us how he had had another chat with Griftah the troll. The troll had apparently told Masque that this was another creature of great magic and that if one was to carve out it’s left eye with a silver-bladed dagger, it could be used as a trinket of greate power by any spell caster. Heartened by the promise of great treasures, we charged into battle and slayed the beast known as Quagmirran.
The joy was sadly not long-lasting. Closer inspection and a quick Detect Magic spell showed it not only worthless as a trinket, but utterly deprived of magic. It was a squishy bog giant eyeball. Nothing more. Yuck! This did not seem strange at all once Masque reluctantly admitted that Griftah was actually the one who sold him the silver bladed dagger. You’d think Masque would have caught on to the scam, seeing as the troll is widely renown as a seller of many useless trinkets. By the look on his face, we was going to go have a very intense talk with Griftah as soon as possible.
Apart from the slight disapointment about the squishy bog giant eyeball, it was not a bad day. I went over to the Cenarion Expedition’s Quarters in Zangarmarsh adn they were happy to hear about our the freed slaves. I think that if we keep fighting the Nagas down in the Coilfang reservoir for another week or so, I should be able to gain the Expeditions utter trust.
Saturday was a big day for me as a Horde fighter. I went over to the Warcrier in Shattrath and enquired about where we were most needed again. Alterac Valley he said, so I went. The Alterac air felt good in my lungs, as did the cries of battle as we charged the Alliance. They were chanceless. We smothered their futile attempts to attack us over and over and after having spent half the day in the snowy valley, we had not lost one single battle agains them. Wolf-sister Maka, the Alterac Valley Battlemaster looked pleased.
I went over to Shattrath around lunch for a quick change of clothes and a hot meal, with the intention of returning to the battlegrounds straight after. But once in Shattrath, I stumbled upon a Crier who welcomed us over to the World’s End Tavern for a good laugh. Seeing as I needed a meal and didn’t mind a good laugh after all the slaughtering I went along.
It turns out they had some human by the named of Perry Gatner perform some stand up comedy for us. He wasn’t all that, though I quite enjoyed his impersonation of a gnome. His blood elf impersonation was horrible to say the least, but I enjoyed his gnome material. The food wasn’t bad either, so I will probably stop by the tavern again.
I spent the rest of the day in various battlegrounds. The Battlemasters are starting to recognize me and I’m quite pleased with that. By the end of the day I got a nod and a smile of a pat on the back from them all and Mordok even greeted me by name. He sent me over to Ogrimmar again to that tauren lady to pick up an item he had asked to have made for me, so of course I went. So I am now the proud owner of a …. It’s not exactly a Harris Pilton, but it’s thick and it will keep me warm when fighting in Alterac again. Another day well spent.
Having been so hard at work both Friday and Saturday, I decided to take the day off on Sunday. I had … send word over to the Shattered Sun people and let them know they’d have to do without me for one day, packed my bag light for once and headed over to Stranglethorn. There’s this gorgeous beach down there that is always sunny and I spent the entire day sunbathing and enjoying the salty taste of the air and the methodical sound of the waves splashing against the beach.
The perfect end to a perfect weekend.
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