Impassioned voices rose and fell in the confined space. Hamuul, though normally reserved and quiet, was beginning to raise his voice in response to the obstinate and brash young orc before him. Garrosh’s management of the Horde left much to be desired in the eyes of the tauren, and Hamuul still could not believe that …Read More

Archbishop Benedictus stood adorned in his finest robes and trinkets, representing the pride of Stormwind’s culture for the great day at hand. Next to him stood a small and grimy man carrying a large bundle of wrinkled scrolls. Benedictus looked up eagerly as Varian emerged from his private quarters. “Light bless you, King Varian.” He …Read More

His son lay still. He had died weeks ago, but only now was he at rest. I am afraid for him. Do not be, Saurfang had said, so long ago. He knelt on the cold, unyielding stone floor of Icecrown Citadel and gathered his boy in his arms. They are changing our children. They have …Read More