Silence.Nothing but the wind in my hair, I close my eyes and journey to a far off land in my mind's eye. I'm in a place where there is no war, no conflict, no use for weaponry or armor. Azrael relaxing by a cozy fire in my hovel as I prepare for an evening of quiet dining and writing in my journal “AYE LASS!!! ANYBODY HOME??
“I thought ya for dead I did!” Flight Master, Rip Pedalslam squawked as I landed at my Destination. “That’ll be forty silvers!” he continued. I paid my dues. “Tally-ho!!" God I hate gnomes. You see, I’ve journeyed far across the Outlands to Toshley’s Station. What would drive a hunter to these desolate parts you ask?
I’m on the hunt…
A few days ago, I happened by a lonely Ogre named Grok in the Lower City district of Shattrath. He suggested I meet with an ogre in Blades Edge to discuss aligning myself in good graces with the ogre clans. Bottom line, such an act would make this Night Elf’s life A LOT easier! Needless to say, I jumped at the chance.
Of course, nothing is ever as easy as it sounds.
According to Mog’dorg the Wizened, I must slay five beasts. “Not nary a worry” I exclaim but am cut off short as Mog’dorg finished what he was saying. “Da beasts you seek are none other than da sons of dat dragon killing Gronn himself Gruul!” He heartily laughed with every ‘word’ uttered as I sank deeper and deeper into my boots. “You best find comrades to keep you company Aurendar! Gruul make feast out of dat kitty kat you have dair and you be desert you will!”
With that, he turned to his fellow ogres and started doing, doing… Ogre stuff.
Unfortunately the ogre is right. Legend tells of the atrocities committed by this infamous Gronn. I shall look forward to introducing Gruul to the business end of my bow. But not today.
For now however. The son’s of Gruul await. And wait they must. Four comrades in arms must join with me in battle. Four comrades in arms I am without.
This day, I wait….
~~From the journals of Aurendar Moonstrider~~
"Ande'thoras-ethil"
~~Aurendar
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