User:Bakudai

I am sorry, but I will never be able to return to all of my friends and fans on World Of Warcraft. It was fun while it lasted, but then I got swamped at work, and sort of drifted away from the entire community.

Closure
It was 3 months ago. My Dark Queen Lady Sylvanas Windrunner had told me of my newest mission: To assassinate the King of Ironforge, alone. She told me it was a secret mission. If it was a success, I would have festivals held in my honor. If I failed, I would be exiled and stripped of my status. So on that night, I gathered all of the materials I thought I would need and headed off to Ironforge. As I crept so silently up the path, I watched with anger as so many pathetic souls wasted their lives. I watched little gnomes jumping around with elves, Dwarves drinking with humans. It was sick. As I approached the main gate, I watched a pathetic display of "power" as some warrior defeated a very less trained mage. As I slinked past him, I couldn't help but think I heard someone elses footsteps behind me.

'''SKOLDE! NANDIGE!'''

In my many missions against towns of Public Enemies, I had come to learn that such terrible words meant "Guards! Bakudai!". This was no longer a mission of stealth, this was an all out attack. Guards were pouring in from every direction. It was literally a sea of shortness, hair, beer breath, and axes. I did my best to dodge all the attacks I could while I sprinted for the throne room.

Past the Auction House I ran, alongside the Bank, Though the tunnel...

Crap, a team had already started to form near the throne room. No matter, I was on a mission, and it was do or die. I blinded the first warrior I saw, turned and gouged a hunter, vanished from sight with some smoke, threw down a distraction and sapped another warrior. I was past their front line and it was me vs the King. This is what all of my training was for, this would prove once and for all that I was the greatest rogue ever to serve under Lady Sylvanas Windrunner.

Have you ever felt what it was like to get shot with an arrow, pyroblasted, shot with an ice bolt, been crippled with poison, and garroted at the same time? I felt it. I felt it for about 1 whole second before my body collapsed as the King's new floormat.

And with that, I was turned away by My Queen, forgotten and left to rot. My first life was as a frontman for a guild of criminals, when things went down, I took the fall. I was a pawn. I thought I could change that with my second life. I was wrong.