She came like a wolf in the night, silent and unexpected. Not only was she able to slip in un-noticed, when she presented herself it was with an air of innocence and need. Her request was simple enough, “Can you help us?” Who am I to refuse? With ample time and humble ability, I offered my service.
Soon enough I was whisked off to parts unknown to me and I was surrounded by them. Certainly they were mistaken. This is a place for heroes and I am no hero. They offered me food and drink and told me tales of what I could expect when we came face to face with our foes.
As I stood among them, clothed and armed only with the meager possessions I had gathered during my travels, a feeling of inadequacy crept over me. These were champions, battle tested and proven. Each of them carried trophies from their most recent conquest and those trophies out shone all that I call my own. Clearly this was a mistake, I didn’t belong here.
As we prepared for battle they jabbed and jested with one another. Each of them appeared completely at ease, so why was I nervous? Why was doubt slowly creeping up the back of my neck? Why was I tense and uncertain while they laughed and carried on? No matter, once the fight began the laughter subsided.
It was a sight to behold. There I was, side by side with the heroes. While it would be false to say we suffered no casualties, we did prevail. I managed to remain on my feet and did what I could. Could I have done more? Was more expected? These things I can not say.
Only after the battle and the wounded had been tended to were the spoils shared among the group. Expecting nothing and thankful to come out with my dignity I was pleasantly surprised at their generosity. Truth be told, I carried away far more than I deserved.
Now that I think about it, maybe their generosity was more than it seems. Could it be that they are dangling a carrot? Might they be trying to entice me into the chase for glory and spoils? No, surely I am mistaken. It was a simple request with no concealed motive. The gifts they gave were just that, gifts.
Last night I received a whisper from Exvanlane. She said that FoF might be short a spot or two and wondered if I would be willing to help out. I said yes and soon enough I got the invite and the summon. Unbeknownst to me, they were going to make a couple of heroic attempts at couple of bosses. So there you have it, my first glimpse of Cataclysm raiding and I jump headlong into heroic progression! They knew I wouldn’t tell her no, the bastards!
