It’s been an interesting few days in Dech’s world.
Most of the reasons I haven’t posted have nothing to do with Wow, and as such won’t be included here. One thing that has been occupying a good chunk of my time lately though is all about Wow.
More specifically about one of my characters.
Drupadi the Death Knugget had spent months doing a whole lot of nothing. Well, nothing but her daily jewelcrafting quest and crafting glyphs to help team Dechion with its overarching goal of owning more gold than they need. Somehow she dosen’t think she’ll ever see that though, Dechion simply is not ruthless enough.
Silly priest, always seeing the good in people, always trying to help others.
That way lies madness.
Oh well, at least he keeps the bar tab paid.
Months she sat in Dalaran, content to enjoy her 74′th season. Nearly retired, she even had thoughts of shipping off to Ironforge and taking up a new career as a banker. If it werent for the voices she would have found a nice tavern there to move into, hanging up her sword forever.
Then, rumors started to surface. Rumors coming out of the area near Icecrown.
Travelers through the tavern in Dalaran told of a flaw in Icecrown’s defenses. A small thing, not enough for an army, but for just a few perhaps. One grizzled old Dwarf particularly deep in the cups even talked about putting together a strike team. A group slated to go deep in the bowels of the citadel and kill Arthas where he would least expect it.
Where he lives.
Diashan got up from her table, tossed a heavy pouch to the barkeep, and headed out the door.
The voices had been particularly nasty of late, she needed to tell someone to shut the hell up.
She had let herself get into miserable shape. Her gear was a random hodgpodge of things she had found on the bodies of those that had fallen to her blade. She had even cleaned most of their blood off before taking it as her own. She needed some exercise, and a new suit of armor.
After all, one does not simply walk into Icecrown.
Two weeks later…
Now as she has been training she began putting a few odds and ends into the bank towards the day she might be called upon to do some tanking duties. A bit of armor here and a mace there, the occasional trinket or gem. All towards eventually heading into Icecrown and telling Arthas to shut the hell up to his face.
She will likely just get killed for her efforts, then again it’s not like it would be the first time.