I believe I once mentioned the story of how I /ragequit WoW during Vanilla’s early days because I made the mistake of rolling on a PVP server, and I couldn’t cope with max leveled players camping my wimpy little corpse.
For most of the Midsummer Fire Festival, I’ve been dousing Alliance fires without issue. Wyrmrest Accord is, after all, RP, and most folks seem to have something better to be doing than killing fire dousers (unless they attack NPCs too, of course). Aside from one ill-considered camel run into Exodar, I have not attempted to steal the capital flames, because I Just. Don’t. PVP. It gives me a bad case of teh angries.
Alas, poor Thingie. (Thingie is level 53, by the way.)
Since she happened to be in the area to work on skinning, she doused the fire in Stranglethorn and then she went on her way (read: nowhere near the fire). A few minutes into killing gorillas (and only a minute or two away from being unflagged), something caught her eye. A tree.
A tree that was moving. Or was that several? The hell?
I had just enough time to adjust the camera angle before Thingie got
tree’d one shotted in the back by a level 82 Boomkin Worgen, who then flew off. (At least he didn’t camp her corpse?)
Thingie wanted revenge, but unfortunately, by the time Caliverne arrived to help her get it, the Worgen had gone to Deepholm (What kind of magic is this!?). Caliverne obligingly went to Deepholm for her, but then the Worgen turned up in Stormwind, and even Caliverne (dear soul that he is) is not insane enough to storm Stormwind in search of a single Worgen (who ended up chilling peacefully in the Auction House). No revenge for Thingie.