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Snaugh
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The following is the story of my vanilla rogue that came back to the game after quitting "for good".

Audelyn shivered as she looked once more upon the sickly, yellow-orange plaguelands. She looked down to see that she was wearing only smallclothes. Her jet black hair was tied with a white ribbon into a thick ponytail down to her waist. Her deep brown eyes, small nose, and thin oval lips kept her face hard to read, an ability useful in her line of work.

The last time Audelyn had looked upon these diseased hills was when she retired over a year ago. She never expected to come back. She had sold all of her possessions to Jessica Chambers, the local innkeeper. She was thorough, selling everything in her bags, her bags, the armor she wore, the weapons she wielded, and her black stallion Bella. Anything Jessica didn’t want she threw on the refuse pile behind Light’s Hope Chapel. Then she vanished.

The Dark Portal had opened just days before. The call of adventuring in the Outland beyond had tugged at Audelyn for days. Now she stood, once more, in Azeroth. Her first order of business was to get some weapons. She asked around the chapel but the best she found was a Skinning Knife from Jase Farlane. But Jase wanted 82 copper, a sum far beyond Audelyn’s net worth. She needed to lift some coin from the local undead population. She whistled for Bella and waited for a beat before frowning and setting off on foot.

The skeletons she met not only had no pockets to pick but didn’t take kindly to her intimations. She was forced to Sprint away to safely and rethink her plan. She sat down on a hill and looked out at all the monstrous plaguebats and carrion grubs. There would be very few pockets with coins in these lands. She needed to go somewhere with wealthy marks that were also less likely to spot her doing the deed. She thought for a bit and her mind wandered toward the coasts of Stranglethorn full of Bloodsail Buccaneers. She set off on foot back to Light’s Hope Chapel to catch a gryphon.

“Twelve silver!” she yelled as she stormed off down the path.

She walked through the acrid forests of the Eastern Plaguelands. She walked past the cauldrons of disease in the Western Plaguelands. She stealthed through Strahnbrad. She passed under the arch in Toradin’s Wall. She crossed the collapsed Thandol Span. She climbed the pass up to Loch Modan and Dun Morogh. She trudged up the path to Ironforge. Finally, she could rest her weary legs on the Deeprun Tram.

She walked out the gates of Stormwind. She walked through Goldshire. She swam across the river into Duskwood. She crossed into Stranglethorn Vale. She passed the Gurubashi Arena. She eventually walked out onto the beaches of southern Stranglethorn. Her journey had taken her a very long time and her bare feet were well-calloused.

But it was worth it. The pirate here were filthy with coin. A silver coin from one. A silver coin from another. Every pirate donated to her cause. Half-a-gold rich, she into Booty Bay. Kizz Bluntstrike sold her two maces. She felt their sturdy weight in her hands and smiled. She returned to her patrons to test out her new weapons. A short while later the beach was full of corpses and her coin purse was heavy enough to buy a gryphon ride to Netherguard.

Her second order of business was to head to Outland and get some real gear.

To be continued.

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Selexin
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Her second order of business was to head to Outland and get some real gear.

#nochanges

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Pippina
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Dude you got a way with words. Keep going.

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teebling
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This is great writing, reminds me of Gallow’s adventures 🙂

Please share more with us when you can!

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lewhop
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To be continued.

This was great! Hope to see where it goes next 🙂

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To be continued.

You mean Chapter 1!

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Part Two: From Hellfire and Back

The landscape of Hellfire Penninsula wasn't was Audelyn expected. It was broken and painfully orange. Not a nauseating orange like the plaguelands but a retina-scarring orange. She hefted her two maces and spoke with the nearby vanguard. She gladly accepted orders to go out and slaughter boar and orcs.

Her work was hard. Every orc and every boar was a fight to the death. After every fight, she would sit and munch on clefthoof ribs. The air was stuffy and orange dirt got into her smallclothes. The vanguard promised her a pair of lederhosen, which she was looking forward to.

"Audelyn! Holy shit. You're back!" came a whisper across the nether from an old friend. The two exchanged pleasantries but Thorwald the Paladin quickly came to his point. "We're venturing into Blackrock Depths, do you want to come?"

"Of course! On my way!", she replied.

Audelyn hearthed back to the Inn at the Ironforge Commons and ran to Gryth Thurden to fly to Thorium Point. She could easily afford the fare after her adventures. She still couldn't afford a new horse though, so she walked up to Blackrock Mountain. She looked at the massive doors and smiled as she crossed into the darkness. She met her friends at the chain-suspended rock in the center of the massive chamber.

Thorwald was wearing polished plate mail. A visored helm obscured his face but she could still remember his bushy brown eyebrows and brown eyes to this day. Over his armor, he had on the guild's brown tabard with pale-yellow tankards clinking in <Ales & Tales> fashion. She gazed on the tabard for a moment. Thorwald cleared his throat and held out a folded tabard.

"Welcome back, Audelyn," he said.

Audelyn blushed as she took the tabard and began to drape it over herself.

A dwarf with thick red, woven beard piped up. "Why are you practically naked less?"

Thorvald shot the dwarf a glance. "Cenath! It's not polite to point out a woman's lack of clothes. Besides, she has a good reason. When she retired she sold every one of her possessions and donated it to the guild. A figure north of one thousand gold."

Cenath whistled.

Thorwald gestured down a thick chain. "Shall we? Quant and Gallatea are already clearing a path to the dungeon."

The air grew hot and acrid as they descended to the depths.

To be continued.

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