This story is inspired by real events, but the names have been changed to avoid causing harm to the protagonists.
It was late evening in the furnace of Molten Core. My 39 companions and I had fought relentlessly against the lava giants and magma hounds, defiling their sanctuary with the element cursed by them: during our battles, water spread across the burning ground of the caves in droplets of sweat or puddles of urine for the less seasoned among us…
We had even defeated two of the fiercest defenders of these grounds, Lucifron and Magmadar, and we were following the electrified voice of our guide, Petitpainaulaitfourré, as he ventured deeper into the caverns. Unfortunately, during a tough fight against two lava giants, another servant of the flame came to their aid. In the ensuing chaos, I didn’t even see whether it was a dog or an elemental, I just remember seeing my companions fall around me as I myself succumbed. Fatigue was overwhelming us, dulling our reflexes, and we knew this would be our last fight of the day.
My spirit awakening near an angel of death, at the nearby cemetery, I decided to drag my ghost to the cave entrance to reunite with my body and then head back to rest in Orgrimmar.
On my way, I felt the shamanic presence of Hortense, an orc from my guild, who sought to bring me back to life. Following her call, I was transported in a few seconds to the spot where my body had fallen. Still weak, I stammered a few words of thanks when I heard exclamations behind me. I turned around to see the mass of a surger fall upon me and snuff out my faint spark of life.
My spirit back in the cemetery, I once again set out towards my body. After a few moments, I felt the call of Marguerite, a shaman from a sister guild. Given my previous experience, I hesitated for a moment before letting the shamanic forces guide me toward my body. This time, I barely had time to regain my senses before they exploded all at once in my poor head: a massive dark shape covered my vision in a thunderous roar, and the taste of flint filled my mouth before an intense pain gave way to a great void, quickly followed by the blurry yet soothing vision of the angel of death.
I preferred to chalk these last two deaths up to bad luck rather than the macabre sadism of the totem setters, but this time, I made the journey to my body alone and without incident…
