An old quest from the Plaguelands.

This zone creeped me out.

Yet I felt morbidly drawn to it on occasion, as if determined to overcome my fear.

Had to take this quest on before Cataclysm hit!

Though this is one of the most touching questlines players reference, I did not feel especially connected nor moved.

Still, I cannot deny that it was a very well-written story!

Even now I use my sparkle pony.

I miss the Tree of Life form! These days if ever our healers have to need to use it, the raid -shouldn’t- be looking at them!