Just a bit over a year ago, there was an event in the World of Warcraft commonly referred to the Zombiepocalypse. The most illustrious Panzercow made a post that even made WoW.com. Reading all that made me remember this small bit of RP. It was only supposed to be the RP that shifted ownership of the Prophecy of Light from Lamis to Keltyr. I don’t think any of us understood just what we were getting into. Honestly, I can’t remember if Keltyr and I even had a real plan of where we were going to go with the PoL on that day. But damn, it has been a cool ride.
They had not barricaded themselves before the dock out of any desire to save the wretched town. Booty Bay was a worthless piece of real estate and Dorri’tow could not understand why Lamis had decided to come all the way out there on her latest drinking binge. Lamis’ descent into debasement had interrupted an otherwise pleasant evening with Keltyr.
Angry, they had come to Booty Bay to find it in a mild state of panic. The danger had not quite escalated to the full disaster they would soon see. Instead of any real danger, they had only heard Lamis’ drunken ranting through the goblin stone. There had been confusion at the dock, shouting and bedlam. Dorri and Keltyr had pushed their way through the crowd, ignoring the random cries for cleansings and calls for burnings. Some dead man had the gall to call her a coward, but she had no time to waste on him.
Together, they walked side by side, unconcerned with the strained voices that swirled around them. It was all below them. Let the goblins worry about the goblins and the other rabble. Lamis was their concern and nothing else.
They had found the guildmistress deep in her cups, drinking deeply of goblin swill. Words were exchanged but, in her exhaustion, Dorri could no longer remember the exact words. It had been something about feeling ill. The change was sudden and dramatic. Their guildmistress had turned from annoying and feeble woman into a ghoul. She had blinked and from the corners of the inn, goblins had descended to slay her. Lamis fought with a strength and determination that had never shown itself when she had been alive.
The goblins slew her easily, but they had been beaten. While the little green idiots had been congratulating themselves, She and Keltyr had drawn their weapons and slaughtered them. Together, they fought their way back to the dock and took up position. They vowed that nothing would leave at least not by boat. For a while the fury of what had happened sustained them. They were driven by memories of Silvermoon ravaged by the scourge. They would not allow that to happen again.
Even fury cannot carry you forever. Others had come past them into Booty Bay, as ignorant as they had been. No doubt, some had escaped already infected. It was just the two of them, alone. Dorri’tow forced herself back to her feet.
It would have to be enough.
