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I arrived late that night in Stormwind. I headed to the Cathedral of Light and showed Archbishop Benedictus. He was quite familiar with the item I was showing. He explained this was among many other Eyess. These artifacts were created by Human Priests as a force of good, but the one I gave him has seen terrible, terrible things. The archbishop covered the Eye with both hands and said a short prayer. When he gave it back to me it was covered in a bright, holy light. The Eye was cleansed once again.
Shortly after leaving the Cathedral of Light, I was startled by a loud explosion coming from the Stockades. I ran over to see what all the commotion was about. Guards were fighting back a mob of escaped prisoners. I grabbed my shield and helped quell the uprising. Behind me, I heard one of the guards yell “The Defias have gone too far this time!”. I had nearly forgotten about these bandits from Westfall. Of course, they had to put them somewhere after my comrades and I put an end to their plans. It was my duty to help.
I entered the Stockade along with a group of strong adventurers just like before. The once strictly organized jail cells were now swarming with shirtless, masked, identical Defias Prisoners and Insurgents, looking even more crazed than the bandits we defeated in the Deadmines. A group of them saw us enter the hellish cavern and charged all at oncewith their cude weapons raised high above their heads. It was as if they were all controlled by one, solitary mind.
Though my small fellowship had never worked together, we were forced to think quickly. The Night Elf Priest sent out healing blessings as the Human Paladin and Night Elf Druid took on the mindless horde, unleashing everything in our arsenal. From a distance, a small Gnome Frost Mage rained down frozen shards, further weakening our foes.
We took on somewhat of a process as we progressed through the dungeon. We’d enter a room, get attacked by a group of identical prisoners and move on to the next. We were expecting to face aggression, but this was becoming a bloodbath. Every Defias prisoner attacked us with a mindless fury. Within this hive of Defias Prisoners, there were a few which seemed to be fueling this chaos.
Our biggest challenge was a familiar looking mastermind by the name of Bazil Thredd. He was a major part of the Defias Brotherhood. As a lieutenant to the late Edwin VanCleef, this man was surely responsible for this uprising. We saw him pacing in a small room guarded by a large Ogre. We entered the room and a group of prisoners ran towards us. The Ogre came stampeding behind, bowling over a few prisoners as he ran towards us. We were battleworn and bloody, but we took on this behemoth with ease.
The Ogre came stampeding behind, bowling over a few prisoners as he ran towards us.
Then, when everyone around him had been defeatead, Bazil Thredd motioned for us to enter his small cell. From behind his back, the lieutenant pulled two massive swords and began swinging with a controlled focus, glaring indignantly directly into my eyes. He didn’t just want us all dead. He was simply waiting for us to succumb to his power, as everyone else did. We were not so easily swayed. In a short, embarassing fight, Bazil Thredd found himself completely outmatched. He collapsed, headless on top pile of his fallen henchmen.
As we exited the Stockade, the guards praised our courage, and exclaimed that the reign of the Defias has forever been defeated. I wasn’t so sure.
