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Returning to Ironforge, I repaired my armor, then set off to an area called Duskwood. This place was said to be filled with corruption. The dying land is the unfortunate aftermath of the Scythe of Elune, an old relic used to fight against the demons of Felwood and Ashenvale. The tremendous energy of the weapon weakened the barriers of time and space, summoning countless Worgen. Because of a mistake by one of the villiagers, these inhuman beasts now flooded the area unhindered and now lurk in the shadows of Duskwood.
The red, twilight sky darkened immediately as I landed in Darkshire. All the stories I’ve heard never could have prepared me for this wretched place. The townspeople walked around with a nervous apprehension, ready to defend themselves at any minute. I soon found myself with a number of tasks. One of which was to hunt and kill the Worgen in the area. I knew I would never be able to completely eliminate the menace, but I was willing to do my part to try.
As I rode my Mechanostrider down the dark, tattered path, I saw shadows moving all around me. I stopped and took a look around. Instantly, a Worgen came bounding out of the black woods and knocked me off. I had to defend myself. The Worgen attacked with such viscous insanity that I nearly was defeated. It’s sheer energy was nothing like I’ve ever fought.
With the creature defeated, I knew I was in the right spot. Those shadows were not my imagination. According to the guardsman, the Worgen were spread out everywhere, however had a strong presence in the Rotting Orchard. This once thriving orchard was now empty, and wreaked of rotting fruit. The leader of the local tribe of Worgen was known as Gutspill. He was known to haunt the abandoned mill at Roland’s Doom, just south of the orchard. This is also where the scythe is said to be hidden.
The Worgen attacked with such viscous insanity that I nearly was defeated. It’s sheer energy was nothing like I’ve ever fought.
As I entered the clearing, I saw black masses darting and weaving through the dead trees, with a speed I’d never seen before. One of these mases stopped right in it’s place and changed direction straight towards me. In an instant I was fighting five more Worgen. Defending myself with my shield, I managed to take down the group.
My plan was to make it to Ronald’s Doom to take down the leader of this Worgen group. Doing so may help the local militia gain leverage in this ongoing struggle. I fought countless Worgen, and though I was bleeding and sore, remained steadfast in my intent. I finally found myself at the old abandoned mine. Around this mine was a thick Worgen Settlement. I’d have to be ready to take on many of these creatures at once. I took some time to heal myself, but was caught off guard by a large Worgen. I was forced to jump into action, taking down one after another until I found myself inside the mine.
I didn’t even have to look for Gutspill. Strangely shorter than the others, he attacked with a vengeance. Gutspill did not put up much more of a fight than the others. I had completed my objective, however I didn’t feel like I did much to stop the spread of this strange Worgen species.
The people of Darkshire were thankful of my deed, however shared my cynicism about the future prospects of the area. These Worgen would continue to spread, like a virus across the land. Our only hope was to find some common ground with the beasts.
