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Once upon a time

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, in a forest far away, there lived gentle, kind creatures. All the animals lived in harmony with one another. The land was green and peaceful until one day, a great evil spread throughout the forest. The trees and plants wilted while once gentle animals turned into rabid killers, turning upon one another. The spirits of the forest whispered no more. The ursine children of the forest fled into a tunnel and hid. All hope was lost.

Much time passed when a beautiful princess from a mountain of iron came riding through on her unicorn. She saw the devastation of a once majestic forest and wept. The princess sought out the creatures in the tunnel, offering help, but they turned away from her, not knowing if she was a demon in disguise. The princess had to find another way to help them.

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Hold the cream and sugar

Hold the cream and sugar

Squinting at the sun, I sip what had to be me 9th cup of black coffee. It was still early in the day.

After I have me fill, I walk up to one of the camps in Felpaw Village hoping to warm me aching feet by the campfire. Naturally the corrupted inhabitants aren’t so pleased to see me. The deadwood avengers charge at me, enraged, and wail on me while the shamans stand back, shocking me with their lightning bolts. I then blast the furbolgs with holy nova, the golden lights repeatedly bursting outwards all around me, until they drop to their knees and keel over.

Rustling through their clothing, I look for loose change and pluck any feathers I find from their headdresses. These will come in handy later.

I pull out me canteen and update the tally in me notebook. Six more furbolgs down, which brought the total to roughly 1,500 defeated. I figure I have about 6,000 to go. Maybe less. Depends on how many deadwood headdress feathers I salvage. Ending the suffering of corrupted brethren of Timbermaw Hold isn’t enough. Their representatives want actual proof that I am thinning their numbers. Fair enough.

I rub me tired eyes and pour me 10th cup of black coffee.

It is going to be a long week.

I shouldn’t have looked

I shouldn’t have looked

“We owe you everything, Beli. You have single-handedly shattered the Dragonmaw empire and gathered enough information to keep my brethren occupied for ten lifetimes … My kin have each offered to join you on your mission in Outland. Simply ask and they will bond with you.”

Barthamus, a nether drake disguised as a blood elf, extends his pale elfish hand to the blur of purple-hued kin sequestered in a group behind me in Lower City.

“No, really, that’s –” I attempt to decline politely when a low-pitched grunt distracts me and I glance over me left shoulder.

A green nether drake shakes its head exuberantly and raises a shimmering yellow paw awkwardly in a beckoning motion.

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Pink Elekks

Pink Elekks

“Whatsh da total, Kylene?”

I shoot an exasperated look at the gyrating barmaid who can’t seem to stand still for a moment.

The blood elf wiggles her behind to the music as she bends over to do the math on a parchment.

“OK, that was nine flagons of mead and three jugs of bourbon. Let’s see …”

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