Mortigan the Worgen

This weekend, I did the unthinkable - I joined the Alliance. Until very recently, even the THOUGHT of going Ally was enough to send me back into my grave to roll over in it. I've been as Hordish as Horde gets - a bond that has only been superceded by being one of the Forsaken, which did mean that occasionally we would simply try to kill EVERYONE and not just Allies.  (I have very fond memories of dumping enough toxic sludge in the Dragonblight to take out both the Ally and Horde armies, and almost drop Arthas in the process.)

It was not an easy decision to join the Alliance, but doing so would mean getting to play with old Guild Buddies who are honestly the closest thing to real life friends that ol' Morty has got. And at least the Alliance now have Worgen, which opens up the possibility of destroying whole villages with nothing but teeth and claws. Good times await!

"But how does an Undead creature like myself become a Worgen?" I asked. Turns out, the butcher-doctors down in Undercity's Apothecarium are up for the task!  (They're always interested in experimenting on people.) So I headed back to my beloved hometown - the Undercity. If you haven't been there, it's very nice. You should visit in springtime - the smell from the sewers is absolutely exquisite!

My first and perhaps most important task was to gaze one last time upon the eternally-smoking hotness of Lady Sylvanas, my most beloved Banshee Queen. I have died many times in her service, and many more times attempting to protect she-of-the-lovely-red-eyes from Ally invasions. Here is a lovely picture of our last moments together. And no, I'm NOT short - I have a bad spine that keeps me hunched over all the time.

After a bittersweet goodbye, it was off to the Apothecarium to talk with Doctor Martin Felben about my surgery to become a Worgen:

I had several important questions:

1. Can he do it?
2. How much Gold would it cost?
3. Is he qualified to perform such a major operation?

The talk went VERY well. Doctor Martin Felben assured me that he could do it.  He had everything he needed right there in his hands - a Vial of the toxic sludge from our beautiful river to knock me out, and a bloody meat cleaver which he would use to perform the operation. And he wouldn't even charge me any gold - something about finally getting some real experience or some such. It all sounded great so far!

As for his qualifications, the esteemed Doctor Martin Felben assured me that he had reached the rank of Apprentice, and was very confident that everything would go along smoothly.

So I laid down on Doctor Felben's top-quality operating table and let him get to work!

Sadly, there were complications during the surgery. The female Tauren shown above - an Unregistered Nurse assisting in the operation - had to be sacrificed to satisfy part of Doctor Felben's arcane ritual, and apparently I needed a new spleen. Two birds with one stone!

I woke up very groggy.  A few punches to the face from some unwanted Orc Overseers helped bring me around. I was being drug out of Undercity.  They threw me out out of the main gate and gave warning that if I ever returned, they'd kill me. Or try to, anyway. I looked at my hands, and where withered bones had once been, I saw the large claws of a Worgen. Everything I had once been was now gone.  My moment of disgrace:

And now I'm starting to get used to my new body. The teeth. The claws. Even the Blue Tabard of Stormwind.

And the Horde is going to pay and pay and pay!

Mortigan the Flealess