Monday, March 30, 2009

The Great Beast Onyxia

A Tale of Armorage a Level 80 Death Knight trying to keep the evil of Northrend from spilling over the whole of Azeroth.

As a member of the Alliance I frequently am called upon to patrol the other continents. Our main forces are focused on the Lich King and this gives other evils a chance to fester and grow corrupting our people. The swamplands outside of the proud city of Theramore are ripe for this kind of activity. A large increase of activity from the drakes in the area tipped us off to some kind of major offensive. I took a small party of seasoned warriors down into the swamplands to investigate. In our party was a great druid healer Animorph. I have mentioned him before in these logs as his heroic deeds are many. We took with us two green horns another druid and a death knight as myself.

As we reached the southern end of the swamp we had to fight through large groups of dragon kind. Mostly just whelplings and dragon sorcerers. None of these provided much challenge to seasoned soldiers such as ourselves. Finally we stumbled upon a great cave with gigantic carved talons blocking the entrance. We quickly found the mechanism to enter the cave. The shear size of the cave caused our companions to hesitate. Animorph and myself having seen the Lich King himself shrugged this off. We followed the cave a ways in dispatching some minor minions. Eventually we came upon a great cavern. We could see cracks of lava riddling the floor and in the center of the room was one of the biggest dragons I have ever seen. She was black as the night and had armor plates across her entire body. She was indeed one of the most fearsome things I had seen outside of Northrend.

The dragon told us it's name was Onyxia and that it would feast on our bones and give the tender morsels of our flesh to its children. I am pretty sure I do not have any tender flesh left but felt it was inappropriate to mention this to the dragon at this time.

I did what any sane person would and charged into battle, the etched runes of my sword glowing blood red, frosty white, and poisonous green. I would like to say I dispatched this beast easily but this was truly an epic battle. Without my companions help I would have been felled. I have no idea what happens to a Death Knight when they die but I expect some special place in hell is reserved for me.

I struck this beast with all I had and still it battled on. Finally it took flight and circled above us calling for its brood. As the young dragons descended upon us she flew above raining fireballs down upon us all. I was worried for my friend the druid as his tree form would seem ill advised for battle fires. He held his ground as we cleared out Onyxia's huge brood. Enraged she finally landed and in a fury tried to decapitate me. I stood my ground, my sword matching each giant claws smash. Disease, blood, poison, all of my powers were tested. I felt the familiar healing waves emanating from my druid companion sustaining me through waves of flame and rending claw. Finally with a great cleave of my sword the beast lay dead at my feet.

I had to laugh as the beast was reduced to a pair of slippers by Animorphs skinning knife. In the end this is the fate of us all. To be reduced to our component parts and forgotten by the annals of time. Could there be something past the end of our days. I do not remember anything from my time of death but perhaps us living or undead can not process the wonders of that time.. or the horrors.

Friday, March 27, 2009

The Lich King

A Tale of Armorage a Level 80 Death Knight trying to keep the evil of Northrend from spilling over the whole of Azeroth.

Last night we struck a blow to the Lich King that will hopefully turn the tides of this brutal war. I still look back on my life before I became a Death Knight. It really is sort of a blur. A warm feeling here. A passionate kiss. A child's laughter. Whatever was done to me to make me this cold blooded killing machine took away much of my memories of the past. All that is left to me now is to payback the one who did this to me.

After many weeks of battling the lower minions of the Icecrown I finally reached someone who could strike a blow that would cause the evil Lich to take notice. The Bone Hag is a strange character but she enabled me to find Overthane Balargarde. His arrogance was somewhat warranted as he was a strong challenge. Luckily I had one of the strange tree druids of the forests to help me. He would keep my body safe as I destroyed this threat.

The battle was mighty and difficult. Balargarde struck with massive frost shock which rattled me to the bone. I was able to counter him with mighty slashes of my blade and my own icy fingered magic. The druid was able to keep my wounds from being fatal as the battle wore on. Finally when I thought I could go no further the combat was interrupted by the one I hate the most. The Lich King came down upon our battle and spoke with Balargarde. The Overthane then rushed me in a ferocious attempt to end the combat. I was able to summon my undead ghoul legions and dispatch him. In the end the Lich King spoke to me and said "You have bested one of my finest, but your efforts are for naught. The frozen heart of Icecrown awaits ...". I do not know what these ominous words mean or what future plans the Lich King may have for me but they chill me to my frozen core.

I wish I had the strength to strike down the Lich then and there but our time to battle has not come yet. I must strengthen my mind, body, and soul so that I am ready for our inevitable meeting. I believe he means to have me back in his power as an undead puppet but I will not allow this to happen. One day I will face my old master and bring justice to my shattered memories. Until then these small victories must be enough.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Helping Out Friends

A Tale of Armorage a Level 80 Death Knight trying to keep the evil of Northrend from spilling over the whole of Azeroth.

I was in the Storm Peaks the other day flying my incredibly slow Griffon around to help out my new friends the Sons of Hodir. Funny how in this long war some of our enemies become friends. I received a messaged from my Guild the Darkwolf Brotherhood that a few of our more green recruits needed help finding the Platinum Disks. Apparently these crazy dwarves at the Explorers League in Ironforge think they have some value. I am always ready to rush into battle for my brothers so I quickly agreed to help. I headed off to Dalaran and jumped into one of those portals the mages setup and hired a griffon to get me to Mines of Uldaman.

As I was approaching the mining area I heard my friends cry out in pain. Rushing to their side I saw a great injustice being done. An enemy orc rogue, who should have been in Northrend, had decided to come down to Uldaman and try and pick off young recruits. I guess all is far in love and war. I being a knight of course rushed in to save my companions.

The rogue and its kind are masters of cheap tactics and I would need to be careful. We were at evenly matched skill levels and our gear appeared comparable. However when a sneaky, backstabber is exposed to the light of day he usually does not fare well against an armored wall like myself. I cast my dark magics to fortify myself any stunning tactics he may use and rushed into the battle. We clashed several times each trying to get the upper hand. I used my chains of ice to try and bind him to one place, as he flew back and forth furiously waving his daggers. Each clank of his daggers off of my armor did but scratch me as I cast wave after wave of icy death upon him and connected with my massive Titansteel Destroyer. In the end my lovingly crafted mace was able to cave in this vagrants skull as his head split with an with an oddly melodious splatting sound. I still am awed by some of the changes that have befallen me since my transformation into a Knight of Death. My preferences in music have changed from the silent song of the night elves forests to the sickening sounds of death.

The shadow stalking rogue turned out to be the hardest part of our journey. We were easily able to vanquish the creatures of the dungeon and the disk were returned to the Explorers League. I leave it with them to find some use for the things. I can see no good use for them except as a holder for my Ale.