Warlock Ambushed In Ruins of Alterac
Hope you're ready for a dose of good old fashioned Backstabbing Tales of the Tarren Mill Rogue.
Undead rogue level 36
Human warlock level 32
Today I came across a human warlock killing ogres in the Ruins of Alterac near Tarren Mill. His name was Drenalen and he practiced Demonology. I couldn't wait to stick my daggers in his back.

I stealthed up close enough to observe him and noticed he had a summoned pet and despite my considerable patience, I was trying to finish a quest in the area and needed him to stay away from them Ogres. "Them there's my ogres" I thought to myself. Melisara in Tarren Mill had given me a quest, The Crown of Will, and I intended on completing it and being on my way back to Booty Bay for some relaxing fun for the weekend.
If I wanted to send a message to this human to stay away from this area, I needed to do it fast. So I waited for the perfect moment to ambush him, and I did so. I wiped Crippling poison on my main hand dagger, and positioned myself behind him. He went down very fast...

When he came back to his body to res, he quickly began casting his Felsteed mount. I knew he had gotten the message... but somehow, I couldn't resist one more sap. *sap* and then /poke
I backed up waiting to see his next move, letting him decide what his next few minutes would be like... running off into wind of the Ruins, or running back to his body once again. I could easily kill him again, or he could leave. He mounted and ran off. He got the message... stay away from the area.
It took me a fair amount of time to seek out and defeat the Ogres, but I tried to finish up the quest as fast as I could and began to make my way back to Tarren Mill. When low and behold... who do you think I come across yet again?
My good buddy Drenalen. I guess he had not learned the lesson I had taught him earlier. He was now too close to Tarren Mill. I have no mercy and no compassion.
I sapped him, then ambushed him as my crippling poison and deadly poison began entering his veins he could neither run nor defend himself successfully against the onslaught of dagger slices coming at him.

You can see Tarren Mill in the background as I stand over the human warlocks body once again. Knowing exactly why I chose this rogue life, and why I must continue to defend Tarren Mill and the surrounding area from the humans who constantly invade our areas and seek to eradicate our existence.
As always and forever, for Tarren Mill, and For The Horde.
Undead rogue level 36
Human warlock level 32
Today I came across a human warlock killing ogres in the Ruins of Alterac near Tarren Mill. His name was Drenalen and he practiced Demonology. I couldn't wait to stick my daggers in his back.

I stealthed up close enough to observe him and noticed he had a summoned pet and despite my considerable patience, I was trying to finish a quest in the area and needed him to stay away from them Ogres. "Them there's my ogres" I thought to myself. Melisara in Tarren Mill had given me a quest, The Crown of Will, and I intended on completing it and being on my way back to Booty Bay for some relaxing fun for the weekend.
If I wanted to send a message to this human to stay away from this area, I needed to do it fast. So I waited for the perfect moment to ambush him, and I did so. I wiped Crippling poison on my main hand dagger, and positioned myself behind him. He went down very fast...

When he came back to his body to res, he quickly began casting his Felsteed mount. I knew he had gotten the message... but somehow, I couldn't resist one more sap. *sap* and then /poke
I backed up waiting to see his next move, letting him decide what his next few minutes would be like... running off into wind of the Ruins, or running back to his body once again. I could easily kill him again, or he could leave. He mounted and ran off. He got the message... stay away from the area.
It took me a fair amount of time to seek out and defeat the Ogres, but I tried to finish up the quest as fast as I could and began to make my way back to Tarren Mill. When low and behold... who do you think I come across yet again?
My good buddy Drenalen. I guess he had not learned the lesson I had taught him earlier. He was now too close to Tarren Mill. I have no mercy and no compassion.
I sapped him, then ambushed him as my crippling poison and deadly poison began entering his veins he could neither run nor defend himself successfully against the onslaught of dagger slices coming at him.

You can see Tarren Mill in the background as I stand over the human warlocks body once again. Knowing exactly why I chose this rogue life, and why I must continue to defend Tarren Mill and the surrounding area from the humans who constantly invade our areas and seek to eradicate our existence.
As always and forever, for Tarren Mill, and For The Horde.







