A Deadly Night Out

It was a wonderful night, last night. Over on Sisters of Elune, Delacroix gathered together more than 50 undead friends and made a run on Iron Forge. It was a blast!

I was late getting back from work, so I was behind for most of the trip. After crossing the wetlands as a short-cut, I caught up with the mob as the crossed into Loch Modan. They quickly dealt with the North Tower and moved on to Thelsamar. After clearing the town, awards were given for role-play. (I finally got a chance to test an Alliance mailbox - no, it doesn't work for the Horde.)

From there we trooped down to the based of Iron Forge's 'ramp.' This was the point where the Alliance finally made a concerted effort to interfere. During the melee, I broke my rule against going PVP; that druid was just too easy. Of course the female elfin rogue probably felt the same way about me.

Still, we persevered. Morale reached it's breaking point two-thirds of the way up the 'ramp.' Undaunted, I began to forge my way forward (pun intended). Death after death, I inched my way into Iron Forge. Funny thing, you can rez in the pit under the auction house and not draw the attention of the guards.

Still, my goal was closer to the Great Forge. I used my knowledge of the layout of the citadel to take a shortcut, rather than walk the Forge itself. That's when I ran into my buddy, the king. Here we are together:


See you soon!
Deathie