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Comentado por Tomro

It was relentless. The Yaungol came. Unending numbers pushed on Binan village. We fought, day and night for what seemed months with no let up. Pain, death, terror were our daily reality. The cubs, we knew, huddled in the village terrified were our souls' fortification. Win we must.

Injured, and patched up over and over again. Sore, tired. The bandages became part of the shredded garb we could almost have called a uniform. Those of us that were still alive. And still they came.

Every now and then one of the strange outlanders would arrive. They helped a little, but they always left quickly. Pressing on to more important things they said. We remained. We continued dying while their transient help moved on elsewhere...and later another would come - for a little while. Still, they healed me many times - I owe them thanks.

Perhaps my injuries are more serious this time. I cannot feel my legs and though I know the fight is as serious as it always was I cannot stand. The battle rages as ferociously as it always has, though I think it may be almost time for me. You see, I am hallucinating now.

Sitting on the ground dazed and tired I dreamed in my madness that one of the outlanders casually landed on the shore of the lake moments ago, glanced around at us fighting and dying - and shrugged, then pulled out a fishing rod and started pulling tiger gourami out of the lake while whistling a happy tune as if we were all just dreaming the war was there, killing us.

It must be madness. This cannot be real. What kind of cruel demon would do that?

Comentado por Xoleras

It's funny because if you time it right, you can heal them and then they have to chase after you to thank you. Incidentally Blizzard didn't seem to realize or didn't care to put a limit as to how far they can go. One of them actually chased me from Kun Lai to the Jade Forest.

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Guerreiro Binan Ferido

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