So Commander Althea of Darkshire says to me, go kill the undead dude Mor'Ladim and return his skull to me. He is "following a strange and meandering path through the cemetery". Mor'Ladim is Paladin who fell to the supernatural plague of the Scourge and came back undead. That must suck.
Being the noble Elf Warrior that I am, I say, sure, I'll go rid Duskwood of this scourge. Being the smart Elf Warrior that I am, I also sought out a party to help kill this Elite because the last time I met him with 3 of my Guildmates, he killed two of them.
I found a party consisting of a Paladin "Seph" (the healer and resurrector in our team), a female Elf Warrior "Grape" (who is in real life an American stay-at-home mom of one), and a Rogue "Ver".
We waited by the cemetery for the Rogue to arrive from town, staying just a little away from Mor'Ladim's path because we wanted to be at full strength to jump him.
Suddenly, Mor'Ladim detects my Elf Warrior lady friend and me and charges at us. Must be my body odour, I forgot to bathe since the last quest.
Grape: "I guess we're not waiting for Ver to arrive, LOL"
Me: "Looks like it, we must've attracted Mor'Ladim by mistake."
Ver (not with us but in on the conversation):
Me: "Ok, Grape and I will have to fight him then. Seph, stand by to heal us, ok?"
Frantic clashes of swords we two Warriors try to take our accidental monster down.
Me: "Seph! Heal! Heal! We are dying. Oh shit I'm dead."
Grape is dead too. And Ver could not arrive on time to save us.
Seph: Wow, I just went to the toilet for a while and I come back and everyone is dead.
Me: "hahahahahahahahaha! It's ok, dude, just rez us and we'll do it again."
