Blighted Lands

The sky was a blackened gray, the earth also looked sickly with the blue mist that kept one from seeing further then a few meters.

It was eerily silent, the only sound you could her was of your own breathing and beating heart, which sounded louder than usual in this place.

It had twisted and thorny trees around, it looked like it was the only thing that could exist in this place.

This was Thros, where Gorak Tul hid himself, one of the most corrupted places one could find in Azeroth.

Soon I heard the sound of bark moving, just like that of an old ship tilting in the waves.

They finally came to meet their guests.

'Speaking of guests where are the others?' I thought while looking around, going so far as to connect with this cursed place to locate them.

I regretted such decision as it seemed to only make a beacon for the twisted things in this place, but I could not find them.

Soon the monsters, shadow creatures and corrupted treants came, making agonized and painful noises, moans, screeches and hisses.

With my silver wings gaining a golden hue I said.

"Come."

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Mona had a scary dream, she dreamed of being chased by a predator, every time she shapeshifted to escape it would shapeshift into the predator of thay species, it was very hard to fight it, in the middle of the chase she became interested in the thing chasing her.

"You know so many animals!! Just like me!! It has been a long time since I could let loose, so don't disappoint!!" she screamed back at the predator.

They were high in the branches of a hige tree, she was like a small monkey and the predator as a jaguar.

After saying her words she did a 180 turn and jumped in the direction of the predator before turning into a mighty gorilla in mid air, giving a roar that startled the jaguar.

She was now the predator, it was quite fun, this Nightmare didn't seem scary at all.

Truth was that the mind of this quirky druid had no fear, only curiosity and boredom, she was too simple for subtle corruption and too bold and shameless for threats and fear, even the Nightmare did not know how to deal with this weird druid!

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After a long travel Trag finnaly returned to Alterac, a place with friends and which he learned to love, both the people and nature.

He was already thinking about what face would they make when he told how he killed a dragon, faced a naga invasion and swam among thr fishes like he was one of them.

He hummed a song while approaching the castle of his old friend Valimar Mordis, but soon he found something weird about it...

The walls looked thorn, a broken gate and the smoke was black high in the air, and it was too quiet...

He rushed into the castle, expecting a fight, but he would never expect to find everyone inside dead. corpses littered the place, some looked like they had been eaten.

The worst part however was not the bodies, it was that some bodies were walking, it was clearly dead, but also clearly not...

The walking bodies heard his startled exclamation of surprise when he saw such scene.

They turned towards him and rushed at him. They were faces he knew once, but now it was rotting, sickly and with eyes full of madness and hunger.

He fought and swung his axe at them, everytime he would remember his memories with them, the laughs they had, the times they gave him a gift or the times they thanked him for helping them.

He cried as he swung his axe, as if the sound of it cutting and smashing the rotting flesh were the cries in his heart.

He pressed on trying to find a survivor, the deeper he went into the castle the more the scenes he saw repeated themselves, more bodies and more undead.

When he came upon the meeting hall he found his friend, Valimar looked well and not like the rotting bodies, he went and grab him by the shoulders asking if he was fine.

Valimar responded with a omnious smile.

"I'm fine, soon you also will be fine, dont worry." his friend said to him with a hand in his shoulder and another with an object in his hand, a glowing orb that felt evil and foul.

He felt his body losing strength and soon he fainted.

He woke up and saw himself upon a frozen lake, it was like a mirror, his eyes were glowing blue, his skin sickly and his body felt dead.

He also became an undead, and now the whispers asked him to kill, they tried to make him a monster.

Yet he kept on looking, as if remembering something, a voice called out to him, like a ray of sunlight in a dark cave.

Soon the vision scattered and he saw Theo, Emmarel and Mona, they had freed him from his Nightmare.

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Emmarel had been found first by Theo, he never saw this teasing night elf so quiet before, the nightmare clearly shook her.

Mona came to them very fast, it seemed as the idiot was clearly at an advantage with her simple mind, it was hard to corrupt something that had few desires.

He found Trag, he also looked pale at the dream, but he managed to compose himself fairly well...

They would now seek Gorak Tul and give an end to Thros, then he could go and find a solution for Selia in peace knowing she would be safe here.

There was a direction from where the fog seemed to come, we would follow it and hopefully find the Drust Tyrant.