I know goblins can be evil and all, but Ebixxie was just too damn cute to be a shadow priest. Therefore, I resurrected Ailabeth for the purpose. (Wasn’t she already a level 80 priest, you say? She was Disc, but couldn’t you have just respec-ed her? Oh, you deleted her? HAHAHAHAHA.)
I’d like to say that her (re)beginning moments were appropriately dramatic, as seen above. I’d be lying, though. No, it started off like this:
Caliverne trekked out to Ailabeth’s grave to be a relatively live witness to a momentous occasion – that is, yours truly making an alt that wasn’t short, green and stuck on some volcanic island chain for her first ten or eleven levels (and 100+ quests). That, and he’s a fan of the Forsaken – here’s one more body for the fold!
Perhaps inspired by Dumass’s newly risen relative, seen above, Ailabeth quickly left the area and went straight after the chickens in Tirisfal, hoping to obtain a Westfall chicken of her own.
The thing is, this pet poses a challenge from the dignity perspective. Passerby will regard you as touched at best and crazy as hell at worst, and anyone leveling nearby will hate your guts for as long as you /chicken.
Caliverne lives in Undercity and hangs around the Tirisfal area regularly, protecting wee NPCs from rampaging dwarves and gnomes alike. He wasn’t on his daily patrol for long before he saw Ailabeth again, this time out by Saldean’s Farm. She was doing /chicken repeatedly. In fact, she was /chicken-ing a lot, to the point where she definitely looked more than a little mental. /chicken /chicken /chicken /chicken /chicken /chicken
And yet somehow, despite his doubts about her activities and his impressive stature for the Tirisfal area, she talked him into doing it too.
Pay no attention to the two Forsaken running around, talking to chickens. Everything is perfectly fine. It’s entirely as planned.