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Jungle Fever Stefan coughed, and like the infinite number of times that afternoon, felt his throat burn in response. Something in Un'Goro Crater di..

Arrival on the Ancient Sands Guard Captain Sho'ro Vodreck stared out over Silithus via a handheld telescope. Amidst the endless acres of gritty san..

Blood on the Sands As the tireless sun beat down upon Gerita's neck, the young Blood Elf knew that immortality would soon be hers. As she clutched ..

Shattered Hopes With Stefan at the spearhead of the Cenarion line, battle was joined in a brutal clash of wood and steel. He easily parried a horri..

One Final Task "Get a hold of yourself!" "The relic...gone...My life is worthless!" She broke down in hail of tears and s..

Passion No wind blowed in the Blasted Lands as he strode along the dirt path. It seemed so calm, and yet so unsettling at the same time. The red ri..

The End of All Things All things do come to an end. Good or bad, there is a finish. Koramosh commandeered the zeppelin they had "borrowed&q..

Bolvar Fordragon His legs burned from the pace, but Dailin could not afford to waste any more time. He also could not afford a bad step as he juked..

Sealing the Bond Remove. Pound. Set. Return. From dawn until the late hours of the night, Menthis Crystalhammer repeated this process countless ..

---Part III: Legacy of the Spider Lords--- Regret As he played his fingertips along the rough edges of the wooden mug, Valdric Protkins pondered..