Spark goes to Black Rock Depths

Spark goes to Black Fathom Deeps

"Too long have we stood aside and watched them pesky rogues shoplifting in our markets! Too long have we been lettin' them hunt down the poor and the weak! Too long have we stood aside spooked when they kidnap our children and murder our pets! They go around hunting their pray- they could be YOUR CHILDREN! Light knows what those rogues will do with your kids! They'll sell them to slavery, or worse! I've seen it with my own eyes, folks, them rogues eatin' your kids alive! They are not civilized. They are animals, no, not even that, they are the vermin, the scum the blight of Azeroth! You know what else, they will hunt you down not because you did something, but because they just love the thrill of the kill! I say we take up arms, and hunt them all down! This' here's the Lion's Redemption, and soon all rogues will be the hunted!" — drunk Lion's Redemtion agitator speaking at a bar in Moonbrook, Westfall.

The Grim Guzzler Pub, Shadowforge City
"DAMN IT, YOU STUPID WARLOCK!" shouted the hulking human paladin as he swung his hammer at Spark, forcing her to dive out of the way. The pally's sudden outburst startled everyone in the group. The tauren druid, currently in the form of a walking tree; Undead mage, and night elf hunter looked on, bug eyed. The warlock was on the floor as the paladin screamed at her at the top of his lungs.

"Stop Life tapping, you fucking stupid idiot! Stop wasting my damn heals! Drink your mana like everyone else, and stop wasting everyone else's mana! In fact, don't even use mana at all!"
"I-I have to so I can cast spells-"
"FUCK YOUR SPELLS YOU DUMB B***! Just beat them with your staff! I swear to the Light, if you so much as even THINK about tapping life again, I will smash your fucking head in you stupid idiot!"

Completely jilted by his sudden outburst of anger, Spark could only nod. She was trying not to cry. She hated it when people screamed at her. The paladin, a big hulking guy standing 6'5", dressed in shining armor, long blonde hair, big square jaw and ass chin, no facial hair, bright blue eyes stood over the fallen warlock, holding his hammer high.
"Well, don't you have something to say to us for wasting our mana trying to heal your fel-smelling ass?"

"…sorry…"

"Much better. Come on. And make me another soulstone . Let's go, chop chop!"
Spark tried not to cry as she pulled a soul shard out of her back pack and fused it with magic to make a transparent purple glass-like ball.
Before she could even hand it to the paladin, he selfishly snatched it out of her hands.

"Allright, let's go people, and if that warlock taps again, don't bother healing her. Let's go, I got me some Dark Iron dwarves to kill!"

The paladin stormed through the pub, taking his hammer to the mobs of angry drunken dwarves, smashing their heads in with his hammer, the mage and hunter taking down the few he missed. The druid threw heal spells at everyone to keep them from dying. Spark ran out of mana and like the roid-raging paladin demanded, she tried swinging her staff and clocked dwarves on the heads with it. Then all of a sudden more and more dwarves kept swarming around her, and she couldn't keep them off of her.
They all grabbed her and threw her down.
"Help me!" she screamed.

"Ha! Oh my Light this is so entertaining! Look at that warlock tank," the paladin shouted, laughing out loud.
"You're supposed to be tanking, pal!" the undead mage smapped.

The dwarves started stomping Spark and it was turning into a vicious beating. She felt fists and boots slamming into her hard from head to toe, and before they could kill her, she hit a button on her wristwatch frantically.
"Kill it! Kill it before it spawns a demon!" one of the dwarves shouted.

But that's not what Spark did. The watch was a magical device that bonded with everyone else's watch in the group. In short, she quit the group.
She was screaming as the dwarves tried to stomp her head then there was a bright flash and she was teleported out of there.
The mob of dwarves all swarmed on the paladin.

"Port out, mage and hunter," the druid healer instructed. "I'm not healing this asshole. Get out before you die!"
"By Elune why is every group I'm in never a good one?" the hunter lamented, pressing her watch and teleporting out.
The mage nodded and was next, and the druid all ported out, leaving the paladin to get gang raped by 80-something dark iron dwarves. He screamed for heals but no one was there. He screamed in even greater agony and pain as they had their way with him.

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