When I was young and more noobish than I am today, I rolled a night elf warrior. On an RP server.
He was full of ambition to charge forth and slay this or that in defense of his homeworld, or hometree, or something.
He dutifully killed imps and spiders, dying several times along the way, eagerly lapping up the rewards and kind words of his quest givers.
And then came the fateful day that he left the relative safety of the Shadow Glen (not terribly safe back then with all the red mobs and me having less than half a clue of what the fuck I was doing) and headed out on the road to Dolonaar, carrying some satchel of goods for the innkeep there. Continue reading