In the Beginning...

Has anyone read the series called "the tribulations of a megalomaniac warlock"?
Awesome short story series on a World of Warcraft character.
Now this is not the same thing... sort of...

This is my impression of the game as a Noob, and how my mediocre playstyle has evolved with the game.

In the beginning...
Skwisgaar was born during the reign of Varian Wrynn.
In his first days on this beautiful planet this did not mean a lot to him. He new he was human. He new he was a warlock, and he definitely new of the promise of riches and fame beyond his imaginings.
He felt like a little helpless girl. Not quite understanding how to move around, and seemingly wanting to jump a lot. It felt good.
During all this running around a friend appeared in front of him. This was not surprising but he didn't understand why though.
He did know that this friend was also human, and a paladin. He would come to understand later that this is an agent of the Light, wears heavy armor and protects his allies whenever he can.
Skwisgaar also figured out real fast that he somehow wears dresses, and everyone is ok with this.

In front of a church like structure is an guy waving at him. Skwis goes over to investigate. He notes his name, assuming this is very important. Marshal McBride is telling him to go and kill some Worg... Skwis doesn't know what a Worg is, but decides that this is a good idea, as he still has no idea what a warlock actually does.
Running around aimlessly around the church structure, he comes across the worg... It looks remarkably like a wolf...
Going through his spell list he realises he only knows one spell... a shadowbolt. Ooohhh, sound impressive. Two to three shots kills a wolf easily, without the wolf getting close to him. Skwis is getting excited, this whole warlock thing seems easy enough...
Grinning like a mad idiot he ends up killing three times more wolves than necessary.
After the gleeful experience of his first kills, Skwisgaar heads back to the Marshal and gets some coin and a new item to wear.
The next couple of "quests" were all along the same lines... save a couple of injured infantry, kill some spies and assassins... Some would award new items to wear, some coin only...
Skwisgaar started to realize that the "questgiver's" names are not important, as he will meet many more along his path to destiny.

Now it was time for a break, it had been a busy first day, and tomorrow he would travel to the capital city of Stormwind!

To be continued...