I am a former World of Warcraft player. I didn't quit because I was
tired if the game or because I felt I was too enthralled by the game.
Life ha to take priority, and after a recent move my Internet
connection is less than suitable to play online with. Lately I've been
talking with a WoW friend about raiding, and it got me thinking about
my pre-raiding activities. So thanks to a bout with writer's block and
a bit of dramatic embellishment, here is my late piece.
Tonight's going to be a long night...
The guild is active tonight. Endless chatter with people gathering
regents, potions and flasks to give them a little more of an edge for
the night. I can hear the sounds of blacksmith hammers as they spend
their day repairing our equipment, worn and torn from past battles.
People are peddling their goods and services, cutting gems and
enchanting armor and weapons.
Once again, I'm in front of the barracks in Stormwind. Once again I'm
sparring with the training dummy, as I do before every night before
we raid. Tempering a blade to strike with or armor to protect with is
easy, but tempering one's skill and resolve takes practice and
patience. Others will depend on what I am able to do.
The elements fuel my strength. My totems strengthen all allies around
me. My hammers crush with the power of massive boulders as the target
burns with the heat of molten rock. My strikes hasten as wind surges
around me, and a storm churns within my body. I unleash a bolt of
lightning from my palm directly into my victim's back, hearing the
cackle of electricity as it courses through it.
The training dummy stands there, happy to withstand the flurry of
strikes and spells that is has become accustomed to over the years. If
this thing could taunt, it would make the perfect tank. But alas, it
looks too kind. It makes me a little guilty for beating it
mercilessly... but not enough to halt my training on it. So I'll keep
beating my wooden adversary...
Eventually I stop the onslaught to catch my breath. Physically and
mentally drained, I walk away with my head down ashamed. For all the
power I wield, I never feel like I'm strong enough to help those who
need me. But I'll do what I can tonight. I'll keep getting stronger
with them... for them...
Nothing left to do but wait to be called upon...
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