WOW Dungeon

Rogue: Level 29 Undead
Victim: Level 34 Arcane Draenei Mage

Her name Xoaqua, and I found her fishing along the shores of the river outside of Southshore, in Hillsbrad Foothills.

She was neither innocent, nor a weak victim. Her rank and status among the Alliance deemed her a worthy foe, and excellent victim to send a message to the scum allies attacking Tarren Mill.

As a rogue, I always take the time to observe my victims behaviors before attacking, getting to know their movements and patterns, waiting for the perfect moment to strike from the shadows.

Xoaqua was wearing enchanted armor, many pieces reinforced, and was no newcomer to powerful spells.

I crept up behind her slowly after finding the perfect moment to ambush her. I walked softly through the moist grass under the moonlight and slipped my Thornspikes out from the sheaths on my hips. As she stodd there looking into the water watching her fishing lure bobble, I ambushed her. Driving two daggers into her back. My ghostly strike gave me an increased speed as I began slicing her up.

As I expected, she was smart, and quickly cast her Frost Nova spell which locked me in place , frozen in ice. I could not move, but still managed to pull out my trusty throwing dagger and quickly tossed two into her stomach as I waited for the ice to break. She was running away, back to Southshore and was nearing range to call for guards. I anxiously sprint and as the ice broke I charged towards her. She had already begun casting Arcane Missiles my way, and I had a few options, but I needed to think fast hoping she didn’t blink away again and get too far out of range.

Should I just Rupture her stomach open and let her bleed slowly in front of, or Eviscerate her and end this fight now? She dropped to her knees clutching her stomach, there was no way she could stop the bleeding

In her efforts to get away, she managed to call upon the Southshore guards. They attacked hard and fast, and I had to Vanish into the shadows.

As I stood there under the damp trees on the river bank, I felt no remorse for her, and no sympathy. This is war, this is revenge.

For Tarren Mill. For the Horde