A nice, shimmering ethereal sent daring heroes of all kinds into the
Hellfire Citadel, within it, a dragon and its rider roamed and reigned the outlying premises. To control a dragon is obviously no mean feat, and so
Wind Trader Zhareem desired the very tool that was used to tame and keep in check the fire spitting beast. Perfectly understanding such higher goals, Agenu'ai was more than happy for the renewed interest people showed in heroically braving the demonic orcs. One of the weak points of her equipment, after having bought quite the
expensive belt from a nice tailor, still remained her
wrist-wrappings. Unhappy about having to use things she earned for helping the Cenarius Expedition practically ages ago, she tracked down rumors of
a treasure that could be found in the hellfire ramparts.
The first attempt with people to go after the
Riding Crop proved a fatal and horrible mistake. The hellish orcs proved too strong for the warriors, repeatedly killing them swiftly, or just charging past them to go after the rest of the group. Frustrated the bloodelven priestess consoled herself by
upgrading her crown further, now that the orcs of
Thrallmar realized just how much effort she had put into driving back their demonic infused brethren. Finally reaching a level of healing equipment she felt happy about.
Later that night, when she found another group that gathered, with dedicated and heavily armed warrior
Metook, dangerous mage
Kyréa, and swift hunter
Garthak, she was merely carefully optimistic. But when the druid that had offered to accompany them turned away,
Agenu'ai's mood brightened up since fellow bloodfury, and deadly warlock
Gorathe joined her dangerous group of treasure hunters.
Led by the strong and exceptionally resilient Metook, the group beat their way swiftly and without any real troubles through any and all oposition. Even
Watchkeeper Gargolmar turned out to be a wuss in the face of the group's combined efforts, lethal magic, deadly arrows and punishing blows together defeating his healers as well as himself in a swift and decisive battle. The adventurers' stride wasn't broken when they encountered the unfortunate large group of hellfire warlocks, which usually proves quite difficult, but this time didn't manage to exact a single life from them. It wasn't until after that, that a lone wolf managed to chew up Agenu'ai. Considering how swiftly and clean everything else went, that little setback wasn't too bad.
The mood of the group didn't even dampen as the next little accident killed both the warrior and the priestess. A large group of orcs had noticed their efforts in defeating their allies and charged at them earlier than anticipated. Unable to withstand their cruel, devasting blows Agenu'ai faced another death. And soon after that, the warrior suffered the same fate. But surprisinly enough, warlock, mage and hunter managed to defeat the rest of that group as well. And the hunter's experimental equipment sufficed to call back the spark of life into the blood elven priestess.
The demon
Omor the Unscarred then managed to kill her again, as well as Gorathe. At least indirectly. While the huge demon itself proved no real challenge for the well organized group, the small demonic hounds he summoned for pets, cruelly killed both the trusted friend Gorathe and Agenu'ai herself. Despite all that, the good mood lingered on as they set out to face the largest challenge yet, the dragon and his rider.
The spirits high, their strides confidents the small band of heroes set out to kill the last few orcs and ignite the ire of
Vazruden. Soon, and quickly, the heroes put the last remaining orcs to death. The dragon scooping down low, to spit fire on them and its rider dismounting. In a long battle, the group first tore Vazruden apart, spells, arrows, and blade turning the angry orc into a mangled corpse, even the descent of his dragon pet
Nazan, and the large mouth and lethal claws trying to tear apart the strong tauren warrior didn't change the clean and easy flow of the battle.
In the end, they all retrieved the tool required to control such a fire spitting monster, but to Agenu'ai's slight disappointment she did not get the wristbands she had come for. Nonetheless happy for such a seemingly easy stroll through the ramparts they all left in high spirits.