Author’s Note: I no longer play WoW. I miss it. WotLK was the last expansion I played. Now it’s just stupid. Cata and MoP must die. I want my vanilla WoW back. But, then we wouldn’t have this short delicious scene between my cruel little DK and this sweet little mage I pwned and camped for an hour. Oh the glories of being a hero class…. before they got nerfed into the ground.





“Guards! Help me!” The woman screamed as she backed away.

“No, wait, I….” Avith could hear the guards’ heavy armor rattle towards her. “Dammit,” she cursed under her breath, turning to flee. She slipped out the window of the inn, speaking a word of magic as she pulled a feather from her pouch, dropping to the ground lightly. Her green glowing eyes were of course easy to spot. She might as well be carrying a red flag over her head with her name written on it.

“Guards! Assist me!” She saw a guard standing near the corner looking at her. With a quick incantation and flick of her wrist, the man suddenly found himself growing wool and hooves. In just a second, he wandered around the town as a sheep, cursing himself in his mind.

Avith turned to run, calling for her mount which appeared, as if by magic. She swung onto the bird, urging it to run out of the little town of Goldshire. She looked behind her and saw the guards quickly get left behind. Finally, they slowed and then turned, giving up the chase. Sighing in relief, Avith slowed her bird, which squawked and turned its head to preen its feathers. “That was close. All I wanted was that dang trinket. I need something to fuel my magic! Bah, that one guard will have fun being a sheep for a while!” She chuckled at the memory.

Her bird mount squawked loudly and she turned her head, her long pointed ears perking. She could hear hoof beats behind her. Turning on her saddle, she saw a black horse flying toward her, its rider wearing black, spiked armor only too well known these days. Her heart pounding, she urged her mount to run. It took off down the cobblestone road, taking a few gliding leaps in an attempt to gain more distance. She could hear the jingling of the armor but didn’t dare to turn to see how close he was coming. She turned her mount suddenly, heading off into the woods.

She hoped the trees would help slow down the horse, but she figured he must have some kind of spell or trinket magic that helped his mount feel a little lighter, thus run faster. She knew she wouldn’t be able to outrun him, so she had to figure out another way to lose him….

Without warning, Avith felt herself being torn right off her mount and pulled backward. She screamed as she flew back, slamming into the unmoving metal of her pursuer’s armor. Her mount, not realizing it’s master was gone, vanished from sight almost immediately. She felt strong hands rush to grab her wrists, but she moved them fast, screaming out a magical command. Ice suddenly appeared on the ground, trapping the man’s feet for he had also got off his mount. She heard his deep, inhuman voice curse.