It all started when I entered the battle ground. I was just a lowly untwinked level 30 dwarven priest. They were 10 blood thirsty horde determined to have my flag. Being spiteful, I decided to have theirs. I went in with two friends, a paladin and a warrior. They bravely beheaded a vile horde scum before they fell. We were facing 5 enemies. I decided to make a bolt for it, maybe allies were behind and could pick up the flag where I left off. I approached the flag and picked it up and was immediately back stabbed by a rouge. I doubled over in pain and barely kept hold of the flag. Then my priestly training kicked in. Without thinking I feared them, sending them running in panic. Then heading for the exit I shielded myself and then healed. Knowing I was too weak to cast many other spells I knew I had to be quick. Luckily, I knew where the speed boost was and I hadn’t gotten it earlier. I rushed there. A druid nipping at my heals but my shield mercifully absorbing the damage. I grabbed the boost and ran like mad, leaving the druid behind. Dodging through no mans land I made it back to my base only to find my flag was gone too. Without it my victory could not be complete. I hid in a corner, joined by a warrior friend to guard me. I prayed to the Gods that my friends find and return my flag so I could complete my quest. The Gods granted my quest sooner than I imagined and I was praised as a hero as I presented the enemy flag. Oh sweet victory. FOR THE ALLIANCE!
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