Most of the time, while out questing, I run across lots of people of various races and classes, Alliance and Horde alike. Most of these people don’t make any impression on me at all, aside from a passing glance or thank you if I get a buff, and I go on my merry way.
Occasionally, however, someone will make a very good – or very bad – mark in my mind.
The Tauren who helped me out in Dustwallow on the quest to fight the fire dragons that comes from Mudsprocket left a fantastic impression. He and I “traded” pulls back and forth so we’d both get the XP as we went in search of a banner, and we’d help each other with the fights as we went along. Even though we couldn’t speak, there was an understanding that we were both slightly too low level to be there, and that if we worked together, we’d get it done and could move on. At several points we both nearly died, but we managed to wait for each other to eat and drink so that we’d be successful.
Sadly, I don’t remember his name, as this happened a few months back – but he made such an impression that the entire encounter remains in my mind as an example of “good people”.
Last night, I had an opposite encounter.
As a Paladin, the Western Plaguelands are ripe with things to kill and are generally a pleasure to quest in. I had been doing the quests around Andorhal, lighting up the watchtowers and collecting temporal parasites and such, and had reached the point where I needed to go into the old library/schoolhouse and collect the Annals of Darrowshire. As I walked into the building I was immediately pulled into combat by the level 53 mage and 57 hunter… and their 8 or so ghoulish “friends”. I noticed that they both were nearly dead, so I popped righteous fury, judged one with crusader, ran into the middle of things, and hit consecrate – since I was in combat anyway, I might as well help them live. I’d end up fighting the stuff regardless.
Unfortunately they both died, and the fight wiped out all of my mana and most of my health as well. I sat down, ate and drank, cleansed the 12 different debuffs off of me, and rezzed the Mage (the hunter had run back by then). I healed them both to full and buffed the mage.
At which point the hunter /slapped and /spit on me.
I mentioned in /say that I was sorry they had died, and that I’d tried to pull the mobs off of them, but I got no response. The mage got her book immediately after and they left.
In reality, this is a small incident. I’ve no real scars to show for it, and I went happily on my way, killing book-ghouls until I got my own copy of the Annals of Darrowshire. I don’t know either of them, have never seen them before now, and likely will never see them again. I don’t know their guild or anyone else in their guild. But the impression they made was enough to color me away from that guild from now on.
Could this have been some kind of misunderstanding? Possibly. I’m not sure what they thought I would gain (the book ghouls do not award experience or loot). But their rudeness in the face of my attempts at getting them out of a tight spot was a pretty rough awakening, and I’ll keep my distance from now on.
Remarkably, not 20 minutes later, as I was working on one of the plague fields, looking for a cauldron key, I came across another (totally unrelated) Paladin. We traded buffs, /salutes, and he mentioned in a whisper that he’d just killed the cauldron lord, so not to worry, he’d respawn in a minute.
I guess you win some and you lose some, but if I see that Paladin in trouble sometime, I’ll not think twice about doing what I can to help out.
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