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What was that dream about last night? What was it’s purpose? I awoke the next day still feeling puzzled. It wasn’t so much the dream itself, but my familiarity with it, like I had been there before. Putting that aside, I set out ready to partake in the deeds of the people of Lakeshire.
After a quick walk around town I found myself with an abundance of tasks, each involving a long trek, and a whole lot of stabbing. By now, I was used to fulfilling such tasks. While mundane on the surface, these things seem to build up to something much more meaningful.
My first quest was to kill a group of creatures called “Orcs”. These green men were growing in number, causing much upset along the roads. I would proceed to an Orc camp to the south east.
On my way there, I heard a familiar gurgling sound. A large group of Murlocs had established a settlement by the shore of Lake Everstill. One of my tasks was to kill as many as I could, getting some Murloc Fins as proof. So, without hesitation, I took action. I was used to Murlocs by now. I nonchalantly walked up to a group of them, knowing exactly what would happen. With a garble of “MURRGGLL” noises they attacked all at once.
I nonchalantly walked up to a group of them, knowing exactly what would happen. With a garble of “MURRGGLL” noises they attacked all at once.
Soon, I had slain the entire compound, or so I thought. Off in the shallow water I saw a bright glint of light. A large, purple Murloc came charging towards me. This one was much bigger and stronger than the rest. He must have been the leader here. I was shocked at how quick and aggressively he fought. I took him down just like the others.
Walking away I realized what I did. These creatures lived peacefully on the shoreline. Sure they got into trouble with the locals, but they had just as much of a right to be there as I did. Was it right to kill every last one of them?
There was no time to think. I had already reached my destination.
