Ravagers are, most would agree, vile and disgusting creatures. It's rather amazing how that opinion changes after you've managed to trick one into loving you.
Some Blood Elf Chick (really, they all kinda look and sound the same so forgive me if I don't remember her name) needed some razorthorn root -which I guess ravagers can sniff out much akin to helboars and feltruffles - but was apparently too self-important to go and get it herself, she needed someone to . She did offer good coin and promised to spread word of my willingness to help to her superiors, so I (with only a little reluctance) agreed to offer my assistance.
She explained that the flayers of Razorthorn Rise hold ravagers in thrall via the use of a special pheromone gland. All one had to do to bend such a ravager to one's own will, then, would be to rip that gland out of the still-warm corpse of a flayer - easy (and entertaining) enough. Now, I'm no stranger to enslaving the minds of my enemies and twisting them to do my bidding - but this was something different. Controlling an unwilling mind takes concentration and involves a somewhat less than perfect control over the actions of the ensorcelled... but I swear, when that little ravager ran right up to me like a pet cockroach and wiggled his cute little spinedy legs at me, I felt something I didnt remember feeling since before I awoke in the crypt of Deathknell - well, ok - not exactly 'love', but absolute power over a subordinate that actually wanted to serve me without being forced, which is pretty close to the same thing.
I guess I gave him a higher dose of the pheromones than the flayers, because Pokey (yeah, I named him) was all too willing to rend and tear them to shreds at the merest gesture, not to mention his fellow ravagers. It was wonderful... but, alas, it couldn't last. As wonderful as having an unquestioningly devoted (not to mention merciless) minion was, I could not tarry forever on Razorthorn Rise and Pokey did not have wings to fly down - so I had to say goodbye. That Blood Elf did say that she would probably need some more razorthorn root tomorrow, though - so while I had to at least feign indignation out of principle, I'm actually quite looking forward to enslaving Pokey again. Not that I'll be sure its the same one - like Blood Elves, all the ravagers up there kinda look and sound the same. But the the idea that Pokey should technically the same specific creature from day to day isn't as important as that whichever ravager Pokey happens to be does my bidding with that same enthusiasm.
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