It was late at night.
Rhode was still wandering through the woods outside Durnholde's city gate.
Everything was more or less settled now, and Thrall had led the Orcs out of the city. Rhode had some "personal business" to attend to.
He had promised to bring the Murlocs from Southshore over to keep Lilia company once things here settled down. Now seemed like the right time.
Promises made to children should always be kept.
Since he happened to be having trouble sleeping tonight, he had come out to take a look.
Lilia was already asleep, of course, and Rhode wasn't going to disturb her.
Early to bed and early to rise was good for a child's health.
Beyond this stretch of woods lay a small lake.
Rhode had never been here before. Tonight, he wanted to see whether this lake could serve as the Murlocs' new home.
The moon shone brightly, but little of its light reached into the dark woods.
Rhode conjured a small fireball and continued forward.
Suddenly.
Rhode felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his neck.
"Urgh... cough-" Before he could react, a wave of intense dizziness hit him. Everything spun so wildly that he could barely tell which way was which.
An ambush?
Rhode instinctively tried to cast Blink, only to discover that his mind had frozen, just as it had when Lilia struck him with Pummel. He couldn't access the corresponding spell model at all.
The fireball in his hand went out as well.
An ambush with a silence effect?
And the attack hit my neck. Could this be... a rogue's Garrote?
A sinister chuckle sounded beside Rhode's ear.
He jerked his head around and saw an unfamiliar face, covered from the nose down by a black cloth.
There had been no one around a