((Double post, but I couldn't wait!))
Nocturne and I ran all the way back downstairs to the stables to commandeer a carriage. I'm actually quite grateful for the ride: I'm sure Nocturne's in pain despite last night's rest.
Our exodus was cut short when we encountered Prince Liam's own carriage upturned at the side of the road. Liam himself is fine -and I must say its a relief to see him sober and dressed again- but a second carriage had been knocked into the nearby marsh. I have to help before the crocolisks get them. Luckily most of the survivors had equipped themselves with sticks and shovels and did a remarkably good job of staying alive. Though a couple of crocs seemed a tad fatter than the others...
Returning to Liam rewarded me with a hare-brained plan. The Forsaken are closing in on us and the prince feels the only way to get some distance between us is to get the local ettin, Koroth, involved. Liam told me to kill some of the ettin's ogre minions and steal his prized tiger-skin banner. I left an ogre massacre behind. Ever since the change I've become more and more bloodthirsty I realise. Regardless, it did the job. I was rather reckless in stealing the banner however as Koroth was home. To escape I ended up hurling myself off the cliff. Don't worry, I'm not that badly hurt.
Ah, so his plan was to trick the Forsaken into taking Koroth's banner and thus invoking his wrath! Genius! Once the ettin was upon them the undead fell easily. Liam told me to make haste to the village of Stormglen to the south and regroup with Gwen. Stormglen isn't the most cosy of places. In fact they have a spider infestation. Of course that meant my first task on arrival was to kill off the pests.
While killing the arachnids Nocturne picked out some papers laying about, half-sodden by the rain that began just moments ago. Skimming them quickly revealed them to be journal pages. Lorna was interested to learn the adventurer's tale as it occurred just after the Curse began.
We managed to piece the journal back together but Lorna needs time to mull it over. I'll report the progress with the spiders in the meantime. I should have expected a queen somewhere around, it would explain why my efforts were in vain. I think our next target is clear.
By the Light that was a big spider, but Nocturne and I made short work of her. Lorna also worked out that Bradshaw, the owner of the journal, explains that there were survivors of the Curse in Stormglen who fled to the mountains but he'd gone to investigate the sudden halt in the spread. Lorna told me to check out the last place he could've been; a mill.
At the mill we encountered a strange creature. At first I though her human but she has purple skin and hair, and absurdly long, tapering ears. She called herself a “Night Elf” and seems more than aware of the Curse. However I apparently have been tracked by the Forsaken and Belysra, as was the elf's name, will not tell me more until I kill the ranger following me. As the elf predicted headed north revealed the scout.
We broke out of her trap and fought, but Nocturne took a massive hit. I'm convinced now that he is no longer in any state to remain at my side until he heals. I told Belysra that I killed the scout but rushed Nocturne back to Stormglen before asking more. Silly dog, still insists on coming with me. I told him I'd visit often, but for now I must continue alone.
Belysra pointed me in the direction of “Tal'doren” where I would learn more. As I headed north as directed I felt eyes upon me. A snuffling sound at my side drew my attention to a lone vixen. She was beautiful, but the stare she gave me told me she was starving. I offered her food, which she accepted. As I moved off she followed, even when I tried to shoo her away. Eventually I gave in. Besides, it would be good to have a new companion during my journey. I noticed she yips melodically and I found myself humming a tune. So Tune is what I've named her.
Tal'doren, as it turned out, was a giant, hollow tree rather than the village I'd imagined. Inside was filled both with worgen and night elves. I feel welcome here. I also caught up with an old friend; the large white worgen here is none other than Darius Crowley!
Crowley taught me that the night elves were fully aware of the Curse and how to treat it. Everyone here has their free will restored without the need of Aranas' foul concoctions. Crowley also told me how they were in possession of an item capable of spreading the Curse uncontrollably, and that the forsaken were interested in. That explained the ghosts from earlier. As expected I've been asked to clear out some of these banshees. As I left a night elf asked me to collect some moonleaf; a plant that grew around the tree. Tune helped me pick them out from the rest of the foliage.
Tune is not at all happy with how her territory is now overrun with undead. Understandably she wants them out and attacks viciously, but with musical yips and yowls.
The banshees' numbers thinned and the leaves gathered, it was revealed I had one more important quest to finish; the item Crowley mentioned is in fact the fabled Scythe of Elune! Its whereabouts have been discovered. I must make haste to recover it. The house where the Scythe was being kept was heavily guarded, but blowing a horn Darius had given me summoned Tobias Mistmantle, now in worgen flavour, and several trackers. Together they distracted the dark rangers long enough for me to sneak in and grab the Scythe.
Back at Tal'doren my ceremony was ready. Drinking the water from three wells somehow purified me. Indeed, I feel a sort of freedom now, knowing I'm capable of returning to my human form. Before I could try it out again however, Lorna, Godfrey and King Greymane appeared. To my, and Godfrey's, surprise Greymane had also been afflicted by the Curse. Beast or not though, I'm glad he and Crowley are back on good terms.
Crowley asked me to return to Stormglen and announce that the way forward is now clear and that they should move as soon as possible. On the way I experimented reverting to my human self. Tune was startled; she was used to her wolfish companion, not some pink-skinned thing. I soon soothed her by singing with her though, so we're still friends. I do feel odd being human again. Weak even. There's something amazing about being a wolf-person which I enjoy. I might just find myself using that form a bit more often than I'd first intended.
Back in Stormglen told me that Genn had come earlier and told her the plan. She said it sounded crazy but she'd go ahead with it anyway. It was then that I noticed Tune had wrapped herself around my legs with her head down. I suppose she's too used to worgen. I hope to get her comfortable around humans soon enough.
Gwen told me to meet up with King Greymane at Tempest's Reach, where Godfrey claimed survivors had fled. Krennan Aranas went too and is waiting for me at the bridge. Tune was glad to get out of the inn as we ran cross-country to our destination.
Godfrey tricked Greymane! According to Aranas there are no survivors here, only the local lords. Godfrey thinks he can win over the forsaken by turning our king over to them! The apothecary has given me a potion that renders me invisible in order to sneak in and murder the other lords. Tune has to stay behind however as the potion doesn't affect her.
With both Ashbury and Walden taken care of I swiftly located Greymane, Godfrey and one other lord, Hewell. The potion wore off as I approached but thankfully Hewell is on our side.
Having learnt that his plan failed Godfrey threw himself off the cliff, yelling that he'd sooner die than have one of our kind as a king. Good riddance if you ask me. Greymane instructed me to take one of Hewell's horses to a mining town and liberate it from the hands of the forsaken in preparation for the final assault.
Survivors of the Curse had gathered just outside the town, along with Lorna Crowley. Lorna informed me of the situation and asked that I free those that are being forced to work for the forsaken. A man begged me to end the taskmaster while I'm down there. First though another woman pleaded that I gather meat from local stags to ease the survivors' hunger.
Tune easily tracked down the deer and very quickly we had enough meat for everyone at the camp, plus some for ourselves. One of them even gave me a hat. I honestly don't know if I like it or not but took it anyway... Is this me?
Well fed, its time for a quick kip. As soon as I wake up I'm off to free the slaves. Until then.