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Kommentar von Jeolene

Hey, blizz, this is why I can't stand some of your writing. This is what goes through my mind when I meet one of these types of characters.

You know what, Surigosa? Do not think for an instant that I won't simply put the stabby end of an arrow in your head simply because I'm just a lowly mortal if you keep that attitude toward me and your own flight. I am not just somebody's "pet mortal".

Being a night elf, I'm about as "mortal" as you. Not only that, but I have been to every corner of this world that can be seen and some unseen. I have been to it's deepest, darkest depths and I have traversed the highest peaks and everything in between while I scorched my skin in the hottest climates and become frostbitten in the coldest. I have even seen the world's heart, heard its rhythmic thrumming and felt it beating as if it were my own and I have helped mend the world pillar that literally keeps the world from imploding on itself. I have been to other planets that have been on the verge of self-destruction, and others that did, where nearly every single thing wants to kill you or eat you. I have traveled both time and space, forward and backward, and have been at every single point in space at the same time. I've been thrust through the very fabric of reality itself to planes of existence that only a few could even conceive, and some that don't even believe exist, to see the very heavens our heroes ascend to and the horrors of the hell and damnation we send our enemies. I have touched the ethereal plane and discovered the very beginning of creation itself and been on the brink of the possible ending of everything we know and all that we don't.

I have slain countless enemies, human, orc, dragon, murloc, demons... too many to count. I have stood before the gods and devils of the cosmos and I have defeated them just the same with my own mortal hands. The Titans and the Void Lords know my name and fear it. The Legion dare not rouse my anger, lest they be cast into oblivion for all eternity. My power has grown immensely, from a simple bow to the very cosmic forces that make up the universe itself. I have died and been resurrected multiple times. I have saved the world countless times from mere pirates and evil black dragons. I helped bring down the very Deathwing that no other being in the last 10,000 years could. I have stopped the unending armies of the Legion twice, put to rest the very evils that are jailed inside this world. I have stopped plagues and corruption, only to have more to come and fended off against the hungering dead and the endless undead. I have fought in wars between the Horde and the Alliance that have lasted for so long that neither side can remember why we were even fighting, but have also witnessed both sides fighting for common causes as if there were no conflict to be had.

I have witnessed as Stormwind and Azeroth was razed by Deathwing, I was there when Theramore was obliterated from the map and my home of Teldrassil burned to the ground and nearly all of my kin burned in agony because they could not be saved. Great heroes from every race and faction have died, most with honor. Some without. I watched as friends died, lovers turn to enemies, the proud humbled while the meek stood tall, and the greatest of heroes fallen by cowards. I wept for Ysera and Varian and cursed Sylvanas and Garrosh. I've made alliances with my enemies and made enemies of my alliances. I am aligned with the very factions of the afterlife and they would heed my call should I so choose, only because I have gained the very respect that you dare to question about me and your own flight.

I have seen everything, I have touched everything, I have gained everything, and I have lost everything. I have sacrificed much and asked nothing in return. I am exhausted, my body is bruised and battered. It aches in ways no other can understand. My hands are covered in the blood of my enemies. They are also covered in the blood of the innocent, whether by accident or simply me just being there. My hands will never, ever truly be clean. My will is near the breaking point and I'm ready to lay down my bow and let the world burn just so that I may close my eyes one last time into a forever sleep and find the peace that I have sought for so very long, hoping my spirit is blessed to be accepted into the afterlife to live out the rest of eternity in harmony and no worry or sadness.

So, maybe you can show just a bit of respect for your flight and myself and NEVER question me or the way I do things. Ever.

Kommentar von AxellSlade

Theramore gets completely bugged if you go back to the past with the "The Sullied Banner" quests active.

NPC's from past Theramore will be present in ruined Theramore, some will be floating, some will be falling down eternally and others around the "bomb hole" will be uninteractible.

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So lange es Magie gab, gab es auch jene, die sie für üble Zwecke einsetzen wollten. Ich bin nicht sicher, welchen Groll diese abtrünnigen Magier hegen, dass Surigosa sie jetzt jagt, aber ich bin geneigt, in dieser Sache ihrem Urteil zu vertrauen. Gehen wir zu ihr, <Name>, vielleicht können wir das Problem mit diesen Magiern lösen und gleichzeitig Surigosa überzeugen, zurückzukommen.

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