Blah, blah, blah. The Scourge overruns Lorderon. Melva, hunting for a cure, lasts longer than most. She eventually sorts out that the plauge is being transmitted via the foodstuffs, the cheese in particular. It is, of course, to late to stop, and Melva becomes a member of the Undead armies of the Lich King.
Maybe I'll write this part later. Right now, we are with the boring. MOVING ON!
I haz excerpts! Readez moar in mai postez.
"For every ten people in Lorderon, six have fevers that can't be controlled and are in screaming pain at all times. The best anyone can do is put them to sleep and keep them there."
Another shriek from inside.
This isn't happening, Melva thought. This is a dream. A horrible nightmare. I've fallen asleep against the wall in the church kitchen, I've slipped in the mud and knocked my head, I've had my mind stolen by murloc sorcerers, anything so long as this is not happening.
Another shriek from inside.
This isn't happening, Melva thought. This is a dream. A horrible nightmare. I've fallen asleep against the wall in the church kitchen, I've slipped in the mud and knocked my head, I've had my mind stolen by murloc sorcerers, anything so long as this is not happening.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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