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This is a wrestling match, if you will… The classic two-on-four royal rumble, with the usual unexpected outside intervention…
The ring: Shadow Fortress – Jadenaar (Felwood) during a fun warlock quest (beginning of the epic mount).
The opponents:
On the left, me, Denise (la fée) Pachier, 1.55m, 36 kg, original upper jaw. And my friend Blob.
On the right, Ulathek, a big green and slobbering orc (for those who know), a warlock from Jadenaar, an imp and two guards.
Whoa! Five bad guys! The long-awaited opportunity to test my latest toy: the Doom Curse! 3,000+ damage after one minute. Cool. I cast it on one of the guards, manage to get rid of the second one, and stall a bit while watching Uncle Blob have fun with the others…
Seconds tick by. 20 seconds, the imp’s head gets ripped off. 35 seconds, Ulathek falls, followed by the warlock. 50 seconds, only my cursed guard remains… And boom! His health vanishes in an instant. The last pilgrim is done for. Victory!
Oh, I forgot to mention something: this delightful curse has a side effect: a tiny (and I mean tiny) chance of summoning a Doom Guard.
What’s a Doom Guard? Well, we’ll find out…
And we did! Barely out of my big slam, and I’m face-to-face with … a pair of knees.
Before I can understand what’s happening, I see Blob get thrown against a wall, come back, take a few more punches…
Gruuuuaaarrrhhhhh! pfffft No more Blob. Thanks for playing.
A great moment of panic ensues… I’m a warlock, so I can enslave it. Yeah, let’s do it!
Wait, wait … what does the “enslave” button look like again? I’ve never used that spell. I didn’t even put it on my action bar! Quick! Banish it… “Resist”… “Resist”… Ah, here it is! Got it!
No more health… Okay, out comes the grimoire. Enslave, enslave… Cooking, no. Fishing, nope… Argh! The banishment is ending! Re-banish… “Resist”… Re-re-banish… Re-grimoire… Ah! There it is! Ouch, my banishment didn’t work anymore…
/cast enslave demon…
Glaglagla … the pair of knees advances … a shadow, a crack … and then, nothing.
My last memory in this world, some weird incantation in blood letters: “Not enough mana.”
I imagine liters of blood on the walls, scattered bones everywhere, the smell of a dead rat that would churn your stomach…
Sniff…
And it was after this oh-so-dramatic event that I was forced to use my Soulstone. It sucked, right?
(Context: the warlock class was considered overpowered at the time. They could solo quests and dungeons designed for seasoned groups with ease. Even after the worst of defeats, they could instantly resurrect themselves with their “Soulstone” spell.)
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