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I found myself at the bottom of a crypt. Barring few torches and candles, it was very dark – as you’d expect. Unexpectedly however, I could see everything clearly. I must have been down here for some time. The dry fetor was filling up the air, making it hard to breathe…

Hold on… breathe…? I… I can’t breathe.. I CAN’T BREATHE!
No.. wait.. that’s right. I can’t breathe. I don’t breathe. I’m not that person anymore. Can I even call myself that, a person?

Willow… That was her name. Long, golden hair. Pink cheeks with blue eyes. Skin soft like silk. It feels odd talking about myself in third person, yet somehow fitting. The willow trees bloom no longer. The spring an eternity away. On this day, Gallow is born.

After narrowly avoiding being burned “alive”, I head out to the nearest settlement. Deathknell, as it’s called, was overrun by the Scourge. The village sought my aid, so I ran outside looking for “fresh meat”. I did not know why.



It seemed that others were making quick work of the nearby Scourge, and my help was not all that necessary. Still, I yearned for something to do. It seemed that someone or something was forcing me to protect this settlement that I didn’t know until few moments ago. Was it thankfulness – for not being burned? I did not know. Ravenous, I looked around. Few rabid wolves and duskbats were lurking in the shadows beneath the trees. They would suffice.



After killing a few of them and collecting their parts, I was able to trade the pelts and skins for some copper, I ditched my shield and bought myself a new weapon. It felt heavy at first, but soon enough became second nature. This time I went after the Scarlet Crusade. I didn’t need any additional excuse to go after them, but apparently they were already spying on us, passing information back to somewhere called Scarlet Monastery to the far east. With the help of a Rogue, I quickly dispatched them and their leader, and recovered a piece of intelligence.



These Crusaders were not only spying on us, but they also had Vital Information on another town called Brill to the north-east. I had to warn them about this, so I left the relatively secure gates of Deathknell and made my way to Brill….

I had finally arrived at Brill. The town clearly had seen better days; the houses were fairly old and made from wood that was all but rotten. The graves just outside stood in eerie silence as a constant reminder of the Plague, more than half unmarked. Yet the townsfolk were still adamant. Oft running patrol through the unbarricaded gloomy meadows, trying to defend Brill from its many foes; both the living and the dead.

The Magistrate of Brill, Sevren, was particularly worried about a recent Gnoll invasion from the north. These good-for-nothing creatures were coming at night and stealing the corpses from the graves. Their leader Maggot Eye was using these corpses to bolster the defenses of the Scourge!




This was low, even for the Gnoll standards. I had to make sure that the poor people of Brill were no longer tormented by this beast. Before heading out, I sorted out my inventory, and even got trained in the arts of skinning. The extra hides would come in handy when bargaining for some pieces of weapon or armor.

I also stopped by the Inn to catch some gossip. Taverns are a great place if you want to hear recent developments in their surrounding areas; even the Forsaken can get drunk and spill their guts. Now that I think about it… where do the drinks go? Anyway… This Inn – unironically called Gallow’s End – housed some regulars who were ready to talk. They even had a nurse called Neela, but no matter how hard I tried she would not train me how to bandage myself at a lower cost.

That bitch.




As I was making my way to the north, I heard a scream somewhere from the far west. Someone was surely in trouble, so I readied my sword and started running towards the sound. As I drew closer, I could make out the sounds of flame melting flesh, and the low grumbles of dying zombies. I saw a Forsaken, throwing fireballs and ice bolts and what have you at zombies from far away, but he was being surrounded. I quickly ran to his side, chopping any zombies that came in between.

Remixt the Forsaken Mage, that was his name. I learned that he was culling that farm of the mindless zombies that recently started rising from their graves. The plague had already made the soil barren and unfit for cultivation, so the last thing the people needed was a zombie infestation. Remixt shared a scroll with me, a recruitment post promising few silver coins to anyone that collected enough claws from the ravaged. I joined in his quest for zombie ravaging, and we quickly bonded.



In the tavern, I’d heard a rumor that mages could conjure food simply out of thin air. I asked Remixt if this was indeed the case. He had apparently heard about this power as well, but needed to consult with a Mage Trainer once he was a bit stronger. So I halted my quest for Gnollocide and decided to accommodate Remixt on his journey to Brill.

Once back in town, the forsaken mage sought the wisdom of his trainer, and indeed he was able to learn this power. He gave me some muffins that he just created. I know I had been dead at this point for some time now, but these muffins tasted…. different. I wouldn’t really call myself full even after eating a bunch of them! I shall neither confirm nor deny that the fact most of the food just fell out of my chest cavity may be related to this issue.

Nevertheless I was thankful to Remixt for the free food. In order to repay him, I wanted to help him in his quest for collecting some pumpkins on the far-west. This farming land was further away from Brill, and thus was not affected by the Plague as badly as the previous one. The human farmers – guarded by the Scarlet Warriors – were raising these huge pumpkins.



I stood by Remixt while he looted the pumpkins, and then we then made our way to the tower in the north. The area was teeming with Scarlet warriors! They were dangerously close to Deathknell, and having control of the tower meant that they could see or signal ships approaching the shore. We went in and started to climb the tower, hoping to secure some of their valuables.





Unfortunately the scarlets had left us nothing to loot. We searched for their corpses for anything salvageable, and used our Hearthstones to head back to Brill to report our victory. By selling the few pelts I skinned, I could finally train how to properly bandage myself.



I realized that taking the Maggot Eye head on could be a dangerous task, so I ditched my two-handed sword and bought a sword and a shield. Remixt was even nice enough to provide me with some silver. Maybe the humanity was not dead after all.

As per my original plan, we went to the Gnoll-infested lands north of Brill. On our venture, we came across an abandoned shack. Sadly this place too was devoid of any loot, aside from few molted cheese in a container. After fighting our way of what seemed to be endless waves of Gnolls, we finally spotted him. The creature that caused so much misery to the people of Brill. The Maggot Eye. Although he was guarded with few Gnolls just outside of his hut, him and his minions were no match against Gallow and Remixt.





The hut was built on the edges of a sloping cliff, overlooking the shore. The shore was overrun by murlocs. The murlocs are water-loving fish-like creatures, so rarely do they venture into inlands. They were far enough to pose little to no threat to Forsaken settlements. But still, I hate fish. The only good fish is either a dead fish, or a dying fish. Surely they outnumbered us one to hundred, but we had just killed the Gnoll leader, the ruthless Maggot Eye. What harm could these flimsy creatures do to us?







Remixt died.

Well….. Okay…. I mean… Okay.. Though we did manage to kill a rare murloc that was far too stronger than us! Still I cried over the loss of this forsaken mage who I became very fond of. Luckily for him, the graveyard was not far enough.

And… what is that.. TWO GREEN ITEMS?? A https://classic.wowhead.com/item=8178/training-sword that does triple the damage of my current weapon! Remixt was too good for me, he just handed me the weapon with no expectations. He was too good for the entire world. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you, Remixt. He had a heart of gold, for sure.



I wanted to see how good of a weapon this Training Sword was on some murlocs, however Remixt had different ideas….



That MONSTER.

After returning to Brill, we reported our victories on the Gnolls and murlocs. The Maggot Eye was a threat no more. We took a well-deserved rest.

The Agamands were the most prosperous family in Tirisfal Glades. They owned the largest farming area – Agamand Mills, which is located towards the north-west of Brill. Back in its heyday this farmland used to house more than a dozen windmills, plotted lands vast enough to sustain an entire kingdom, and hundreds of workers.


Nowadays this godforsaken area is full of haunted, rotten windmills and long-abandoned shacks.


When the scourge attacked Lordaeron, the Agamand family had stayed put and defended their home valiantly… is probably what they would tell you. Only The Forsaken know the reality; they hid behind locked doors while their farmhands defended their property. The scourge quickly overran the mills, and killed everyone, turning everyone into undead. Few were able to break free from the curse, and the ones that could ended up taking up refuge in Brill, patiently waiting the day to take revenge on their former bosses.



One restless Forsaken that was plotting on taking revenge was Coleman. He used to work in the Agamand Mills as their farmhand, and much like his fellow workers, his fate was sealed when the Agamands ordered him to defend their home. Coleman clearly did not forgive the Agamands, as he wanted me to kill the four remaining family members; Gregor, Nissa,Thurman and Devlin.



I made my way to Agamand Mills, killing and skinning any beasts I stumbled upon. Silver was slowly becoming an issue. Perhaps I should learn how to fish and cook for myself…
After climbing the slope leading to the windmills, I came across Devlin Agamand. He was cackling as he was patrolling the woods. His laughter was quickly silenced so I ventured further to find the remaining family members. Just outside of Nissa’s home, I noticed something stuck to the side of the slain Darkeye Bonecaster. It was https://classic.wowhead.com/item=2839/a ... -to-yvette , its seal broken.



The letter was from Thurman Agamand and its recipient was Yvette Farthing. Needless to say it never reached her. It read:

Dearest Yvette,

I will entrust this letter to our fastest runner. I pray he can find a way through the forces surrounding us. And I pray you read these words, for they are the last you will hear of me.

My only comfort in these dark days is the relief I feel, knowing that you are free of my fate.

I fear my father made a grave error when he decided to remain and defend our home. The forces of the Scourge rage through Tirisfal Glades, and although we are well fortified and well stocked, after the betrayal of my brother Devlin we lack the strength and numbers to withstand their continued assault.

If you receive this letter, Yvette, then know that Devlin is a traitor.

Devlin despaired and sought an escape from our ill fortunes, and in doing so he made a pact with the Scourge. I do not know what price was promised him for his betrayal, but I’m sure it was laced with lies.

If you see my brother, then flee from him. He is a fiend. A few nights ago he murdered two of our watchmen and let a small group of Scourge through the breach. Leading them to where many more of us slept.

Their ambush was brutal. They slew a third of us before we could take them down. Now, we barely have enough men to watch our borders. It is only a matter of time before our wearying guard drops and the Scourge attack.

And although I saw Devlin’s face amidst the desperate men and gaunt-faced Scourge on that cursed night, he slipped away before I could catch him. He might be dead, or he might still live as an agent of the Scourge.

Either way, he is a monster.

Devlin warned us that if we tried to face the Scourge, then we were doomed. He told us this when they first entered Tirisfal Glades, well before they encircled our home. Perhaps he was pleading with us to leave, or perhaps he was gloating.

It was always hard to understand Devlin’s motives. Since he was a child, he was a mystery to us.

But he was right. We are doomed. The Agamand family line will end. Although I still live, I know I will soon be dead.

I am not afraid, and I do not regret remaining with my family. But my last thoughts will be of you.

Live on, my beloved Yvette, and I will find peace.

- Thurman

I was confused. Coleman had portrayed the Agamand family as nothing but monsters, using their servants as pawns against the Scourge. But were they really the ones to be blamed? Did the Agamands have any other choice? Was Coleman even aware of Devlin’s betrayal?

With these questions in my mind, I’ve dealt with the remaining three family members and made my way back to Brill. Coleman was delighted to know about the death of Agamands. He even asked whether they feared me before I killed them. They… actually did. It seemed that Coleman’s revenge was taken, but he was far from being sated.



Yvette showed some emotion to the news of the letter, albeit for a short time. It seemed that she did love Thurman once. But that was a long time ago, now long forgotten. According to her, emotions had no place in the life of a Forsaken.

I wondered whether I agreed with that. I tried remembering the life I had before the Plague. I could see the green pastures, adorned with grapevines. I could hear the children running around the farmlands, and the angry farmers chasing them. Yet no matter how hard I tried, I could no longer smell the grapevines, nor picture the faces of the children. That Willow was long gone. Finished. Forever.

Coleman on the other hand, was not finished with me. In addition to collecting some Agamand family heirlooms, he also asked me to see Magistrate Sevren once again. Sevren notified me about Captain Dargol, a skeleton that mastered the use of Necromancy, living in the Agamand Family Crypt. He was raising the ancestors of the Agamands and planning to use them against the townsfolk.




Once again I made my way to Agamand Mills. The Crypts were located deep in the mills, and were far too dangerous for me to handle it alone. Luckily I came across Zazu the Forsaken Mage, who was also entrusted with the same task as I was.



We regrouped just outside the crypts, and started going down the stairs. The banshees and zombies were lurking on every corner. Often standing right next to each other, so just descending one level was hard enough. It was this time that I, as Gallow, have experienced what everyone must go through.

I died.



After running back to our corpses and dealing with respawns, we finally reached the final chambers of the crypt. There he was, Captain Dargol. He looked rather small in the large chamber housing him.



Following Dargol’s fall, we headed back to Brill. The town was finally free of its Undead enemies; both the Gnolls and the Agamand family – puppets to their Scourge masters – were a threat no longer.

The only remaining threat to Brill were the Scarlet Crusade. And something was telling me that eliminating them completely would be no simple task…


Credit - old Agamand pictures

The Scarlet Crusade is a fanatical religious sect that evolved from the Knights of the Silver Hand, dedicated to the eradication of the undead from Lordaeron. A major adversary of the Forsaken and Scourge, their name has become synonymous with corruption and extremism, and several quests in Tirisfal Glades involve attacks on Scarlet Crusade troops, leaders, and strongholds.

I may have halted the Scourge problem of Tirisfal Glades, but the human threat was still lingering. In the https://classic.wowhead.com/item=2885/s ... -documents I’d recovered from the scarlet camp back in Deathknell, I learned that the Scarlet Crusade has assigned Captain Perrine and a brigade to the ruined tower southwest of Brill. The tower was no longer functional, but it was still serving as a recuperation zone for the scarlet zealots and missionaries. Even Varimathras, the lieutenant to the Dark Lady, was personally interested in this old watchtower, as its close proximity to the Undercity tunnels was an issue.


Say no more, Varimathras.

After dealing with Captain Perrine and his gang, I headed back to Brill once again. Now would be a good time to evaluate the current situation, so I grabbed some maps from the town hall and prepared the following.


Current victories against the Scarlet Crusade

The Scarlet Crusade has a total of 5 outposts and one spy camp in Tirisfal Glades. The one in Deatknell, the spy camp, was gathering information on the two nearby Forsaken settlements; Deathknell and Brill. They were undermanned and weak, yet the information they have gathered was serious enough to warrant a swift action, so we have dealt with them in Chapter #1. I’ve marked this with a small skull near Deathknell.

The first stronghold, Crusader’s Outpost, was located towards the north of Solliden Farmstead. This outpost was fortified with Scarlet Warriors, and the guard tower overlooking the Great Sea meant that this location would have to be destroyed as well. Remixt the Forsaken Mage and I took upon this dangerous task, and have culled the entire Scarlet forces in Chapter #2. I’ve marked this with a small skull just above the Solliden Farmstead.

The ruined watchtower just near the Undercity tunnels was also crippled, which again was marked with a small skull on the map, just next to Undercity. However there were still 2 more outposts, and… the Scarlet Monastery.


The road leading to the Monastery

I had heard rumors about the Monastery before, yet I’d not dared venture close. The townsfolk at Brill never liked talking about this place. Any questions regarding the monstery would be met with an awkward silence. All the hearsay would only make more more interested, but somehow I never even made it to the torches lighting up the slope. There was this constant feeling of uneasiness that I couldn’t shake off. Simply bone-chilling.

Instead, I focused on the two remaining smaller outposts; one towards the south of Scarlet Monastery, and the other one just to its west. I went after Captain Vachon to the south first.





Nothing was too out of the ordinary, except for a treasure chest. In it it had some stale bread and water, as well a couple of fishes and some linen cloth. The fish was surprisingly still good. Captain Vanchon tasted better, however. I figured that the Scarlets had caught some fish from the nearby lake, so after dealing with the remainder of friars I went to check the lake. The sun was already setting.


Sadly I had no fishing poles with me… So my attempts at trying to just scare the fish with my rotten body, hoping that they would just jump out of water… did not work very well.


Cmon…. Jump! Gah….

I really needed to buy some fishing rods. Perhaps I should pay a visit to the Undercity sometime. I hear they have a fishing trainer there even.

Yet this was not the time! The final remaining scarlet outpost was still there, so Executor Zygand had one final quest for me; assassinating Captain Melrache and his bodyguards. Past Faol’s Rest and next to the Scarlet Monastery, this outpost would be by far the deadliest one.




The way to the outpost was crawling with the Scarlets. After getting ambushed and fighting my way slowly towards the ruined tower, I was able find and kill one of Melrache’s bodyguards. However Melrache himself was nowhere to be seen. Was he hiding? Was he on a patrol?

Oh Shit…
Stay back! STAY BACK!

FUCK!
Damn you!!! Sigh.. at least the graveyard was close.


Round 2…
I enjoyed ripping his heart out this time around. I even ate him even though I wasn’t hungry. That would teach the other Scarlets never to mess with Gallow. That’s right you Scarlet scum, run away from me. Run to your friends! SEE IF THEY CAN DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! HA-HAH-HA-HAHA! POWER TO THE FORSAKEN! ALL HAIL THE FORS….. Uh oh…


Oh Shit… Round 2…

Well this time the graveyard was literally next to my corpse. Carefully I went back and looted my stolen items, and ran back to Brill to report on my flawless victory.

It was time to update my map. So I sat down on one of the tables in the townhall, pulled out my pen and ink, and updated it.


The Scarlet Crusaders had lost all their outposts in Tirisfal Glades. A huge victory for the Forsaken.

Only the Scarlet Monastery remained. I swore that I would one day return to that place. But for now, Brill was finally safe.

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I found myself at the bottom of a crypt. Barring few torches and candles, it was very dark – as you’d expect. Unexpectedly however, I could see everything clearly. I must have been down here for some time. The dry fetor was filling up the air, making it hard to breathe…

Hold on… breathe…? I… I can’t breathe.. I CAN’T BREATHE!
No.. wait.. that’s right. I can’t breathe. I don’t breathe. I’m not that person anymore. Can I even call myself that, a person?

Willow… That was her name. Long, golden hair. Pink cheeks with blue eyes. Skin soft like silk. It feels odd talking about myself in third person, yet somehow fitting. The willow trees bloom no longer. The spring an eternity away. On this day, Gallow is born.

After narrowly avoiding being burned “alive”, I head out to the nearest settlement. Deathknell, as it’s called, was overrun by the Scourge. The village sought my aid, so I ran outside looking for “fresh meat”. I did not know why.



It seemed that others were making quick work of the nearby Scourge, and my help was not all that necessary. Still, I yearned for something to do. It seemed that someone or something was forcing me to protect this settlement that I didn’t know until few moments ago. Was it thankfulness – for not being burned? I did not know. Ravenous, I looked around. Few rabid wolves and duskbats were lurking in the shadows beneath the trees. They would suffice.



After killing a few of them and collecting their parts, I was able to trade the pelts and skins for some copper, I ditched my shield and bought myself a new weapon. It felt heavy at first, but soon enough became second nature. This time I went after the Scarlet Crusade. I didn’t need any additional excuse to go after them, but apparently they were already spying on us, passing information back to somewhere called Scarlet Monastery to the far east. With the help of a Rogue, I quickly dispatched them and their leader, and recovered a piece of intelligence.



These Crusaders were not only spying on us, but they also had Vital Information on another town called Brill to the north-east. I had to warn them about this, so I left the relatively secure gates of Deathknell and made my way to Brill….

I had finally arrived at Brill. The town clearly had seen better days; the houses were fairly old and made from wood that was all but rotten. The graves just outside stood in eerie silence as a constant reminder of the Plague, more than half unmarked. Yet the townsfolk were still adamant. Oft running patrol through the unbarricaded gloomy meadows, trying to defend Brill from its many foes; both the living and the dead.

The Magistrate of Brill, Sevren, was particularly worried about a recent Gnoll invasion from the north. These good-for-nothing creatures were coming at night and stealing the corpses from the graves. Their leader Maggot Eye was using these corpses to bolster the defenses of the Scourge!




This was low, even for the Gnoll standards. I had to make sure that the poor people of Brill were no longer tormented by this beast. Before heading out, I sorted out my inventory, and even got trained in the arts of skinning. The extra hides would come in handy when bargaining for some pieces of weapon or armor.

I also stopped by the Inn to catch some gossip. Taverns are a great place if you want to hear recent developments in their surrounding areas; even the Forsaken can get drunk and spill their guts. Now that I think about it… where do the drinks go? Anyway… This Inn – unironically called Gallow’s End – housed some regulars who were ready to talk. They even had a nurse called Neela, but no matter how hard I tried she would not train me how to bandage myself at a lower cost.

That bitch.




As I was making my way to the north, I heard a scream somewhere from the far west. Someone was surely in trouble, so I readied my sword and started running towards the sound. As I drew closer, I could make out the sounds of flame melting flesh, and the low grumbles of dying zombies. I saw a Forsaken, throwing fireballs and ice bolts and what have you at zombies from far away, but he was being surrounded. I quickly ran to his side, chopping any zombies that came in between.

Remixt the Forsaken Mage, that was his name. I learned that he was culling that farm of the mindless zombies that recently started rising from their graves. The plague had already made the soil barren and unfit for cultivation, so the last thing the people needed was a zombie infestation. Remixt shared a scroll with me, a recruitment post promising few silver coins to anyone that collected enough claws from the ravaged. I joined in his quest for zombie ravaging, and we quickly bonded.



In the tavern, I’d heard a rumor that mages could conjure food simply out of thin air. I asked Remixt if this was indeed the case. He had apparently heard about this power as well, but needed to consult with a Mage Trainer once he was a bit stronger. So I halted my quest for Gnollocide and decided to accommodate Remixt on his journey to Brill.

Once back in town, the forsaken mage sought the wisdom of his trainer, and indeed he was able to learn this power. He gave me some muffins that he just created. I know I had been dead at this point for some time now, but these muffins tasted…. different. I wouldn’t really call myself full even after eating a bunch of them! I shall neither confirm nor deny that the fact most of the food just fell out of my chest cavity may be related to this issue.

Nevertheless I was thankful to Remixt for the free food. In order to repay him, I wanted to help him in his quest for collecting some pumpkins on the far-west. This farming land was further away from Brill, and thus was not affected by the Plague as badly as the previous one. The human farmers – guarded by the Scarlet Warriors – were raising these huge pumpkins.



I stood by Remixt while he looted the pumpkins, and then we then made our way to the tower in the north. The area was teeming with Scarlet warriors! They were dangerously close to Deathknell, and having control of the tower meant that they could see or signal ships approaching the shore. We went in and started to climb the tower, hoping to secure some of their valuables.





Unfortunately the scarlets had left us nothing to loot. We searched for their corpses for anything salvageable, and used our Hearthstones to head back to Brill to report our victory. By selling the few pelts I skinned, I could finally train how to properly bandage myself.



I realized that taking the Maggot Eye head on could be a dangerous task, so I ditched my two-handed sword and bought a sword and a shield. Remixt was even nice enough to provide me with some silver. Maybe the humanity was not dead after all.

As per my original plan, we went to the Gnoll-infested lands north of Brill. On our venture, we came across an abandoned shack. Sadly this place too was devoid of any loot, aside from few molted cheese in a container. After fighting our way of what seemed to be endless waves of Gnolls, we finally spotted him. The creature that caused so much misery to the people of Brill. The Maggot Eye. Although he was guarded with few Gnolls just outside of his hut, him and his minions were no match against Gallow and Remixt.





The hut was built on the edges of a sloping cliff, overlooking the shore. The shore was overrun by murlocs. The murlocs are water-loving fish-like creatures, so rarely do they venture into inlands. They were far enough to pose little to no threat to Forsaken settlements. But still, I hate fish. The only good fish is either a dead fish, or a dying fish. Surely they outnumbered us one to hundred, but we had just killed the Gnoll leader, the ruthless Maggot Eye. What harm could these flimsy creatures do to us?







Remixt died.

Well….. Okay…. I mean… Okay.. Though we did manage to kill a rare murloc that was far too stronger than us! Still I cried over the loss of this forsaken mage who I became very fond of. Luckily for him, the graveyard was not far enough.

And… what is that.. TWO GREEN ITEMS?? A https://classic.wowhead.com/item=8178/training-sword that does triple the damage of my current weapon! Remixt was too good for me, he just handed me the weapon with no expectations. He was too good for the entire world. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you, Remixt. He had a heart of gold, for sure.



I wanted to see how good of a weapon this Training Sword was on some murlocs, however Remixt had different ideas….



That MONSTER.

After returning to Brill, we reported our victories on the Gnolls and murlocs. The Maggot Eye was a threat no more. We took a well-deserved rest.

The Agamands were the most prosperous family in Tirisfal Glades. They owned the largest farming area – Agamand Mills, which is located towards the north-west of Brill. Back in its heyday this farmland used to house more than a dozen windmills, plotted lands vast enough to sustain an entire kingdom, and hundreds of workers.


Nowadays this godforsaken area is full of haunted, rotten windmills and long-abandoned shacks.


When the scourge attacked Lordaeron, the Agamand family had stayed put and defended their home valiantly… is probably what they would tell you. Only The Forsaken know the reality; they hid behind locked doors while their farmhands defended their property. The scourge quickly overran the mills, and killed everyone, turning everyone into undead. Few were able to break free from the curse, and the ones that could ended up taking up refuge in Brill, patiently waiting the day to take revenge on their former bosses.



One restless Forsaken that was plotting on taking revenge was Coleman. He used to work in the Agamand Mills as their farmhand, and much like his fellow workers, his fate was sealed when the Agamands ordered him to defend their home. Coleman clearly did not forgive the Agamands, as he wanted me to kill the four remaining family members; Gregor, Nissa,Thurman and Devlin.



I made my way to Agamand Mills, killing and skinning any beasts I stumbled upon. Silver was slowly becoming an issue. Perhaps I should learn how to fish and cook for myself…
After climbing the slope leading to the windmills, I came across Devlin Agamand. He was cackling as he was patrolling the woods. His laughter was quickly silenced so I ventured further to find the remaining family members. Just outside of Nissa’s home, I noticed something stuck to the side of the slain Darkeye Bonecaster. It was https://classic.wowhead.com/item=2839/a ... -to-yvette , its seal broken.



The letter was from Thurman Agamand and its recipient was Yvette Farthing. Needless to say it never reached her. It read:

Dearest Yvette,

I will entrust this letter to our fastest runner. I pray he can find a way through the forces surrounding us. And I pray you read these words, for they are the last you will hear of me.

My only comfort in these dark days is the relief I feel, knowing that you are free of my fate.

I fear my father made a grave error when he decided to remain and defend our home. The forces of the Scourge rage through Tirisfal Glades, and although we are well fortified and well stocked, after the betrayal of my brother Devlin we lack the strength and numbers to withstand their continued assault.

If you receive this letter, Yvette, then know that Devlin is a traitor.

Devlin despaired and sought an escape from our ill fortunes, and in doing so he made a pact with the Scourge. I do not know what price was promised him for his betrayal, but I’m sure it was laced with lies.

If you see my brother, then flee from him. He is a fiend. A few nights ago he murdered two of our watchmen and let a small group of Scourge through the breach. Leading them to where many more of us slept.

Their ambush was brutal. They slew a third of us before we could take them down. Now, we barely have enough men to watch our borders. It is only a matter of time before our wearying guard drops and the Scourge attack.

And although I saw Devlin’s face amidst the desperate men and gaunt-faced Scourge on that cursed night, he slipped away before I could catch him. He might be dead, or he might still live as an agent of the Scourge.

Either way, he is a monster.

Devlin warned us that if we tried to face the Scourge, then we were doomed. He told us this when they first entered Tirisfal Glades, well before they encircled our home. Perhaps he was pleading with us to leave, or perhaps he was gloating.

It was always hard to understand Devlin’s motives. Since he was a child, he was a mystery to us.

But he was right. We are doomed. The Agamand family line will end. Although I still live, I know I will soon be dead.

I am not afraid, and I do not regret remaining with my family. But my last thoughts will be of you.

Live on, my beloved Yvette, and I will find peace.

- Thurman

I was confused. Coleman had portrayed the Agamand family as nothing but monsters, using their servants as pawns against the Scourge. But were they really the ones to be blamed? Did the Agamands have any other choice? Was Coleman even aware of Devlin’s betrayal?

With these questions in my mind, I’ve dealt with the remaining three family members and made my way back to Brill. Coleman was delighted to know about the death of Agamands. He even asked whether they feared me before I killed them. They… actually did. It seemed that Coleman’s revenge was taken, but he was far from being sated.



Yvette showed some emotion to the news of the letter, albeit for a short time. It seemed that she did love Thurman once. But that was a long time ago, now long forgotten. According to her, emotions had no place in the life of a Forsaken.

I wondered whether I agreed with that. I tried remembering the life I had before the Plague. I could see the green pastures, adorned with grapevines. I could hear the children running around the farmlands, and the angry farmers chasing them. Yet no matter how hard I tried, I could no longer smell the grapevines, nor picture the faces of the children. That Willow was long gone. Finished. Forever.

Coleman on the other hand, was not finished with me. In addition to collecting some Agamand family heirlooms, he also asked me to see Magistrate Sevren once again. Sevren notified me about Captain Dargol, a skeleton that mastered the use of Necromancy, living in the Agamand Family Crypt. He was raising the ancestors of the Agamands and planning to use them against the townsfolk.




Once again I made my way to Agamand Mills. The Crypts were located deep in the mills, and were far too dangerous for me to handle it alone. Luckily I came across Zazu the Forsaken Mage, who was also entrusted with the same task as I was.



We regrouped just outside the crypts, and started going down the stairs. The banshees and zombies were lurking on every corner. Often standing right next to each other, so just descending one level was hard enough. It was this time that I, as Gallow, have experienced what everyone must go through.

I died.



After running back to our corpses and dealing with respawns, we finally reached the final chambers of the crypt. There he was, Captain Dargol. He looked rather small in the large chamber housing him.



Following Dargol’s fall, we headed back to Brill. The town was finally free of its Undead enemies; both the Gnolls and the Agamand family – puppets to their Scourge masters – were a threat no longer.

The only remaining threat to Brill were the Scarlet Crusade. And something was telling me that eliminating them completely would be no simple task…


Credit - old Agamand pictures

The Scarlet Crusade is a fanatical religious sect that evolved from the Knights of the Silver Hand, dedicated to the eradication of the undead from Lordaeron. A major adversary of the Forsaken and Scourge, their name has become synonymous with corruption and extremism, and several quests in Tirisfal Glades involve attacks on Scarlet Crusade troops, leaders, and strongholds.

I may have halted the Scourge problem of Tirisfal Glades, but the human threat was still lingering. In the https://classic.wowhead.com/item=2885/s ... -documents I’d recovered from the scarlet camp back in Deathknell, I learned that the Scarlet Crusade has assigned Captain Perrine and a brigade to the ruined tower southwest of Brill. The tower was no longer functional, but it was still serving as a recuperation zone for the scarlet zealots and missionaries. Even Varimathras, the lieutenant to the Dark Lady, was personally interested in this old watchtower, as its close proximity to the Undercity tunnels was an issue.


Say no more, Varimathras.

After dealing with Captain Perrine and his gang, I headed back to Brill once again. Now would be a good time to evaluate the current situation, so I grabbed some maps from the town hall and prepared the following.


Current victories against the Scarlet Crusade

The Scarlet Crusade has a total of 5 outposts and one spy camp in Tirisfal Glades. The one in Deatknell, the spy camp, was gathering information on the two nearby Forsaken settlements; Deathknell and Brill. They were undermanned and weak, yet the information they have gathered was serious enough to warrant a swift action, so we have dealt with them in Chapter #1. I’ve marked this with a small skull near Deathknell.

The first stronghold, Crusader’s Outpost, was located towards the north of Solliden Farmstead. This outpost was fortified with Scarlet Warriors, and the guard tower overlooking the Great Sea meant that this location would have to be destroyed as well. Remixt the Forsaken Mage and I took upon this dangerous task, and have culled the entire Scarlet forces in Chapter #2. I’ve marked this with a small skull just above the Solliden Farmstead.

The ruined watchtower just near the Undercity tunnels was also crippled, which again was marked with a small skull on the map, just next to Undercity. However there were still 2 more outposts, and… the Scarlet Monastery.


The road leading to the Monastery

I had heard rumors about the Monastery before, yet I’d not dared venture close. The townsfolk at Brill never liked talking about this place. Any questions regarding the monstery would be met with an awkward silence. All the hearsay would only make more more interested, but somehow I never even made it to the torches lighting up the slope. There was this constant feeling of uneasiness that I couldn’t shake off. Simply bone-chilling.

Instead, I focused on the two remaining smaller outposts; one towards the south of Scarlet Monastery, and the other one just to its west. I went after Captain Vachon to the south first.





Nothing was too out of the ordinary, except for a treasure chest. In it it had some stale bread and water, as well a couple of fishes and some linen cloth. The fish was surprisingly still good. Captain Vanchon tasted better, however. I figured that the Scarlets had caught some fish from the nearby lake, so after dealing with the remainder of friars I went to check the lake. The sun was already setting.


Sadly I had no fishing poles with me… So my attempts at trying to just scare the fish with my rotten body, hoping that they would just jump out of water… did not work very well.


Cmon…. Jump! Gah….

I really needed to buy some fishing rods. Perhaps I should pay a visit to the Undercity sometime. I hear they have a fishing trainer there even.

Yet this was not the time! The final remaining scarlet outpost was still there, so Executor Zygand had one final quest for me; assassinating Captain Melrache and his bodyguards. Past Faol’s Rest and next to the Scarlet Monastery, this outpost would be by far the deadliest one.




The way to the outpost was crawling with the Scarlets. After getting ambushed and fighting my way slowly towards the ruined tower, I was able find and kill one of Melrache’s bodyguards. However Melrache himself was nowhere to be seen. Was he hiding? Was he on a patrol?

Oh Shit…
Stay back! STAY BACK!

FUCK!
Damn you!!! Sigh.. at least the graveyard was close.


Round 2…
I enjoyed ripping his heart out this time around. I even ate him even though I wasn’t hungry. That would teach the other Scarlets never to mess with Gallow. That’s right you Scarlet scum, run away from me. Run to your friends! SEE IF THEY CAN DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! HA-HAH-HA-HAHA! POWER TO THE FORSAKEN! ALL HAIL THE FORS….. Uh oh…


Oh Shit… Round 2…

Well this time the graveyard was literally next to my corpse. Carefully I went back and looted my stolen items, and ran back to Brill to report on my flawless victory.

It was time to update my map. So I sat down on one of the tables in the townhall, pulled out my pen and ink, and updated it.


The Scarlet Crusaders had lost all their outposts in Tirisfal Glades. A huge victory for the Forsaken.

Only the Scarlet Monastery remained. I swore that I would one day return to that place. But for now, Brill was finally safe.

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