Seems that once the sky was shattered and the Lich King lost control of the Scourge, some of them went mindless, but the more intelligent ones became independent again. And surprised to see the state they were in. Or how much happened since the last time they were alive or conscious.
That, and some weird as fel val’kyr came out of the hole in the sky. Luckily, our minions managed to kill it and took the tablet we needed.
Turns out tracking down a lich is hard as fel when the entire world is getting swarmed by zombies and the assorted undead magic users. However, I did find a signature pointing me to an old ziggurat in the Plaguewood. As much I hated coming back to the Plaguelands, it had to be done.
And it was quite fruitful. After distracting some ghouls with meat strapped to a treant (that was the best plan we could come up with), we dealt with the other ghouls - until something far stranger came. An abomination with a gun, talking in Orcish. Turns out it came from beyond the Veil in service of some master over there.
But the best part, although we didn’t find the lich, we found his phylactery. With that in hand, we can take him down.
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I think that lich did some actual damage… I need to see a real doctor.
So… we did find the lich using his phylactery. But what we also found was a crazy undertaker troll who’s decided that since death is here now, it’s now his job to dig bodies up instead of burying them. Thankfully, we were able to dispatch him and his runed shovel, and the zombies he raised.
The bigger problem was the lich atop the pyramid. Although his unexpected drust friend left, the lich still packed quite a punch. My… watchful friend nearly went down, while the lich’s magic smashed me against a wall and impaled my foot with a bone spike. And, like I said… I think there’s still some internal damage.
((In other words, I think our luck with defense rolls has dwindled down at last and for the first time, someone actually went down))
Well, we screwed up. Or rather, the other arakkoa screwed up and pulled us into his screw up plan. We did everything he wanted, got his stupid ritual, killed his stupid lich, and in the end… the big bad loa saw through all of it. Yeah, he walked straight into the trap, but for reasons I won’t pretend to understand it didn’t work, and made off with a way to get right to our boss to get his revenge.
Meanwhile the whole world is being swarmed by zombies. So I think I’ll just lay down and die or something.
The boss is dead, long live the boss!
One of the powerful enemies Krasha made finally caught up to him. And although we broke through the zombies and drust they were sending and thus protected our people, our boss himself fell in battle to the vengeful loa. Then his nephew banished the monster and took over.
Friends got lost, leadership changed, we lost our handy quick getaway mechanism… a new era dawns for the Tower of Krasha. Only time will tell if it will be better or worse.
The new boss came about and gave us a presentation about his history. I must admit, all the… time travel is a little confusing. I prefer a good, old, chronological story.
Anyway, he’s now off with his own mysterious mission and gave us our own - just a little investigation in Grizzly Hills. What could possibly go wrong?
You gotta love hypocrites. A Scarlet Crusader, as always pontificating about all the races he finds disgusting. Apparently draenei are demons (“Even Sargeras can masquerade as a being of the Light”) and all worgen are “filthy beasts”, and he wasn’t speaking kindly about our death knight either. Lo and behold, turns out he was hiding being a feral worgen too. And he left us with an ominous warning - “Every single human in Grizzly Hills has been turned.” That surely can’t be right?
After we have been attacked by not one, but two feral worgen, we set out sights at nearby village Amberpine.
We have asked the local lieutenant some questions and local mayor appeared to answer them. After short discussion, Ethan revealed her as a feral too. Perhaps because being the bad guy means you make the worst decisions at the time, she attacked us and we had to kill the mayor. Before her death, she did tell us that not every human in Grizzly hills was turned, but that it is just a matter of time.
Surprisingly she turned back to her human form after being axed to death. It raised many new questions and we were unable to answer them. But we have learned about a young night elven druid. Hopefully, she will be able to assist us and put an end to the “every man must be a worgen” stuff.
They sent the girl off to collect furbolg spears… Instead she went to help them, and the two children of Ursoc who were feeling “an emptiness in their hearts”. Well, together with the girl, we communed with the other bear god, Ursol, and - spoiler alert - Ursoc is like double dead.
And then we got rudely interrupted by the same feral worgen we met before. We must end this quickly.
Those interrupting ferals make our lives hard. And not just ours. Turns out, they can spread the “gift” to furbolgs too. One they called “father” managed to bite an furbolg elder, turning him into… Worgen-bolg. We efficiently murdered the worgen responisible and set our sights at the so-called “Prophet”. We need to stop him, before more innocent get worgenified without consent.
Just when you thought you had it bad, you delve into a forgotten barrow den in the far corner of Grizzly Hills to discover it’s much worse. It’s not even a forgotten sect of Druids of the Pack doing this. It’s an… Old God worshiping feral ice troll worgen. I can’t even make a fun portmanteau out of this.
These bastards did something to me… shouldn’t have let them provoke me. Shouldn’t have bitten that steak. Even if it wasn’t made from that Scarlet Crusader, I should have expected some kind of poison or magic. Now I can’t turn back into my human form…
Never mind the avatar of a dead Old God… I hope the Druids of the Talon burned it down good.
We kind of won already? Which means the big bad wolf got soundly beaten and we miraculously survived his wicked claws. And then his own ferals turned against him. So he left… but now he thinks he can become the Night Warrior. We have to chase him down, if only to see him fail spectactularly.
If anyone thought Tyrande suddenly became super powerful and wants to repeat that ritual to also have that power… don’t. The guy’s face was literally melted off his bones.
Not to mention the vicious dire bat that couldn’t even drop one of ours to their death, and the worgenized, bloodthirsty, flesh-eating mare. But what else could you expect from a tower filled with feral worgen? (Probably not the horse… did not expect the horse)
Oribos is… enchanting to say the least. The whole pillar of souls is… mesmerizing. It was hard to take my eyes off of it. Maybe it’s some kind of psychic effect, maybe it’s just the way it looks…
But afterlife is just… more life. There’s even shady types hiding in dark corridors willing to make deals with you for something you “acquire” from realms of the living. It’s a bit… disappointing, I must say. I expected something… I don’t know… more otherworldly. Kinda makes you wonder… what’s the point?
The places you’d go for money… Apparently this is the dungeon of the worst realm of the Shadowlands where all the worst souls are supposed to be tortured forever. And for some reason, our old boss’s brother and his other brother were down here. Yeah, one of them died recently, but the other guy died decades ago and still was somehow here.
I don’t care which bird I’m saving. I already got one more than I came for, so I’m getting my money. Now it’s up to them to sort out where the actual old boss ended up if he’s not in the Maw.
As we continue our search for the soul of Verroak Krasha, we had a chance to make a deal with Bwonsamdi, the Loa of death. We killed some crazed troll cultist that was very much saying he is not a doomsday cultist, but he was a doomsday cultist. We have very efficiently dispersed some Justice… And found out that our boss was taken by another Loa of Death. Well… Damn. Anyway, we are going to the Other side. Why? To steal our boss back. Hopefully without being murdered to death by Death Loa.
Fightin’ smoke monstahs not be for me old bones… once or twice dere I tink’d I gonna bite it when it threw me on da bricks. Since it was De Other Side… where I gonna be when me time comes… I tink’d… why not just stay dere, eh?
But Bwonsamdi make it real clear it not be me place just yet. Da old boss been recovered… only now he be giant slimy seed? I be too old to follow all dis crazy new juju.
Just when you thought you could just deal with your own business, your own family… those crazy Krashas are out being crazy again. I don’t mind shooting some gorm for them, but in any other circumstance, they would not be my problem. And I certainly hope they don’t pull me into that intrigue between the old guy and his nephew and the nephew’s girlfriend…