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The Face of the Enemy "Nerubian." Mae stated this quite dryly, after taking a minute to carefully inspect the severed head of Dresco's..

Bleak Portents Stefan's eyes forced themselves open as the scent of freshly brewed coffee invaded one nostril and exited out the other. He lifted h..

The Final Leg As the ship neared the northern tip of Kalimdor, Stefan felt the temperature physically drop several degrees, and the air visibly thi..

Through the Fog The air smelled of wet wood. It hung thick in the air, thicker than the sheets that were protecting him from a chilling cold that h..

Ghost Stories "How long?" "About five minutes. Just on the edge of our vision." Stefan closed his eyes and frowned. Haydr..

Touch Down What a difference it was, Northrend. Its banks were covered in perpetual winter and its winds were forever colder than a witch's bosom; ..

Warsong Hold Stefan had enjoyed the hospitality of the Orcs on a number of occasions. Still, he could not grow accustomed to their unique lifestyle..

Coldarra "Roo--GHAK!" Molgoby had been making that terrible sound sporadically for the last hour. It wasn't his fault, there wasn't a ..

From a Demi-God unto a Mortal "No trouble," replied the dragon in a ghastly voice. "Then where are we going?" asked Stefan, ..

The Underworld Stefan and the others were escorted by the Blue Dragonflight to the eastern edge of Coldarra. Along the frozen coast line, they foun..