Oh, wow, it has to be the one time the church put me on a mission to spread the teachings of the light in those godforsaken Blackrock Mountains. Now I’ve heard it’s become not quite as hostile as it used to be, but back then, Nerfarian still sat around that place, so it was pretty much a mountain range of death!
The bishop and I never exactly saw eye to eye, and I’m convinced he just wanted me - and the two rather shifty trainees he sent with me - gone. I was suspected of using traces of shadow magic to ‘convince’ some natives in foreign land of the teachings of the light, but I swear I did no such thing, and there’s absolutely no way you can prove such a thing!
Anyway, we arrived there after the bishop paid for our gryphon flight there (probably just to appear helpful) and we set out. We spent a good few hours discussing who we’d rather die by as we zig-zagged around lava pits: orcs or dark iron dwarves. We eventually decided on the dwarves since we thought there was a chance that they’d be slightly more receptive.
Being in Shadowforge city was like walking on eggshells. Trying to help spread the teachings of the light requires some confidence, charisma, and the willingness to smite anyone who ‘aggressively’ tries to disagree. I was thinking that a single word would trigger a brawl, so naturally, I was rehearsing everything I was going to say in the back of my mind before I reached the city centre.
As it turned out, they were already quite a few light worshippers there, but a lot of them still followed that big unholy fiery guy. Now, if it were any ordinary fire elemental, I’d just smite it and prove the light’s superiority. Sadly, that “big unholy fiery guy” I mentioned was none other than Ragnaros himself, so that wasn’t an option.
There were a couple of native priests, and while they rudely questioned everything I said, I was eventually able to help discuss ways to help spread their teachings, and to subtlety undermine the faith others had in Ragnaros. All seemed well and good, until one of the useless idiots that went with me got himself killed in a nearby pub brawl, which, no doubt the bishop would blame me for. Explaining it to the natives wasn’t any easier, which naturally made my job of spreading the ways of the light much harder.
The worst was yet to come. The bishop wasn’t just satisfied with Shadowforge city. He wanted me to go to Blackrock Spire too. Yep, definitely wanting us killed, but given he has such good PR, there was nothing I could do about it. As horrible as it seemed, I did believe in the mission, so off I went.
Light following orcs were a very rare occurrence, and I highly doubted those blasted dragons allowed any form of worship that wasn’t directed at their own kind, so it was ultimately a lost cause to an extent. Not only that, but the ‘people’ here were ridiculously xenophobic, so they were probably going to try and have us killed in sight. I realised that I’d likely have to speak in a language that these things would understand.
Now orcs typically only respect power, so the plan was for me to go in, murder a dragon, though not too-big-a-dragon, with holy light, do a quick song and dance and get out of there ASAP. Me and the surviving ‘victim’ made fake Twilight’s Hammer insignia and one of the black dragons, as a result. Those two loser groups seem to get a long just nicely.
He didn’t seem to suspect much, which gave me just enough time to charge up a big smite behind his back and BOOM! Blew his head clean off right in front of those orcs. Now half of them wanted us dead, but the other half seemed in awe at this. I declared that I was just a messenger, and the light would come for all of them soon.
To further set an example, an orc that decided to have a go at me got mind controlled by yours truly, though I dressed up the spell to make it look like it was a light-based spell, and faked a conversion to the light. It got some of the orcs talking about it, but some were not convinced and another huge brawl started. Sadly, my other companion didn’t make it out of that one as I managed to escape.
Now, if you’ve not fallen asleep already, why was it so bad? I was excommunicated as a result of all that - without any form of pay! Those deaths were not my fault, and I took the light’s teachings to the darkest corners of Azeroth! The Archbishop didn’t believe me when I said the Bishop sent me there - which of course he denied, and framed me for getting two trainee priests killed.
Still, I never knew why that Bishop hated me so much. Was it my incredibly long winded ramblings?
Question: Azeroth and beyond is a varied place, and you surely can’t be working and adventuring all the time. Where has been the nicest holiday you’ve been here, or if you have never had a relaxing break on this planet, where would you like to go?