With Wrath of the Lich King came the glorious age of paid character services. You could change realms, factions, heck, even your entire race for the right price. Azeroth was basically running a fantasy version of plastic surgery tourism. And as Icecrown loomed closer, so did my craving for a change—something dramatic. My days of healing as Laoise, my beloved Night Elf priestess, were numbered. She had been through it all: fighting dragons, raiding, PvP skirmishes, and RPing her little heart out. But I had a secret plan.

Behind the scenes, my old friend Karathos—you remember him from earlier, right?—paladin extraordinaire, PvP god, and an all-around great person, had created a guild. Not just any guild—a proper military guild, with a theme so hardcore it only accepted Humans and Dwarves. No more Night Elf moonlight dances or spiritual journeys with Elune—this was all grim, military roleplay with dwarven ale and human grit.

And there I was… an elf. Staring at my pointy ears, realizing that if I wanted in on the action with Karathos and his new military guild, I had to make a sacrifice. Laoise, my night elf priestess, had to go. But how do you kill off a character in Azeroth with enough drama to make it worth the transition? Naturally, you have her touch Frostmourne—the cursed, soul-devouring blade wielded by Arthas himself. That’s right, the legendary weapon that “hungers.” And my dear Laoise, being the curious priestess she was, couldn’t resist.

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So, in the middle of an epic RP scene (because we needed stakes), there she was—wide-eyed and glowing with magical curiosity, reaching out and lightly brushing her fingertips against the infamous sword. It only took a second for Frostmourne to do what it does best: nom nom nom, it devoured her soul like a buffet.

She didn’t just die. She got Frostmourned. Derpy but cool, right? One moment she’s Laoise the Night Elf, and the next—poof, soul gone, body collapsed in a heap. Cue dramatic music, sobbing guildmates, and a full funeral procession as we said our goodbyes to Elune’s faithful servant. Laoise was no more.

But I wasn’t done. In her place? Enter Captain Laoise Woollcott—now a fully human field medic reporting for duty with the Thirteenth, Karathos’ elite military unit. It wasn’t just a change of character, it was a whole new RP life. No more twinkling moonlight or silver-touched eyes. Instead, it was all about discipline, strategy, and wearing enough plate armor to turn heads in Stormwind.

The Thirteenth was no joke. We were champions of the Alliance, an elite squadron of warriors and medics, charging into battle with heads held high and moral superiority turned up to eleven. Our training sessions were intense, our missions were top secret, and our RP drama? Off the charts. This wasn’t just about fighting the Horde anymore—this was about brotherhood, sisterhood, and marching into Icecrown with human and dwarven pride.

I may have lost Laoise the Night Elf, but what I gained was something far more badass. Welcome to the new era: Captain Woollcott, human priest, field medic, and proud member of the Thirteenth.

More tales of the 13th are definitely coming, but let me tell you—this was the start of something epic.