"Sir are men are dropping like flies! I don't no how much more of this abuse we can take! If we don't act now it's only a matter of time before Azeroth will be destroyed!" exclaimed a beaten up footman in an urgent voice.
"Yeah, I know, have one of your men go back to Azeroth and scrounge up every available man, otherwise Azeroth doesn't stand a chance." a human crusader told the footman.
It was almost 8 hours before a footman arrived and got word to Azeroth. It was then that I realized that I had no other choice but to join the army. That right me a poor peasant I wasn't about to let the undead take over Stormwind. If Stormwind was taken over in a short while the kingdom of Azeroth would crumble So the next day I enrolled in the in the army.
"John what are you doing here? Surely a poor peasant like yourself wouldn't dream of being in the king's army? What makes you think we'd choose you over all the other qualified men in Stormwind?" questioned the army general named Braveheart
"Well Sir" I began "There are very few men left in Stormwind and I have experience on a horse, looking after them, cleaning the stables and all. And I want to serve and protect the kingdom of Azeroth".
"All right your in, any questions?" asked Braveheart
"Just one why are the undead attacking us?" they've never assaulted us this badly before I said.
"My only guess is that they wanted prove to the burning legion that they're just as powerful as them. I just don't now how long we can hold them off we're going to need some help but from who? Our only option is the orcs" he mumbled in a disappointed voice. "Anyway I suppose you can borrow one of my horses" he paused thinking for awhile and then he said finally "Here take Midnight".
"Gee thanks" I replied then left with my new horse Midnight.
Midnight was a black stallion with shiny silk like hair. She was one of the fastest horses I had ever seen. Midnight obeyed my every command and she could stop on a dime.
After that I went to a blacksmith named Derek, he was a friend of mine, a chubby fellow with short bread and the little shop this side of town. He gave me a sword which he claimed was the finest one he had and then sent me on my way to fight the undead.
I couldn't sleep that night. I had a bad feeling about this. So I just lied there awake gazing at the stars. Tomorrow was one day I wish would never have came.
"Yeah, I know, have one of your men go back to Azeroth and scrounge up every available man, otherwise Azeroth doesn't stand a chance." a human crusader told the footman.
It was almost 8 hours before a footman arrived and got word to Azeroth. It was then that I realized that I had no other choice but to join the army. That right me a poor peasant I wasn't about to let the undead take over Stormwind. If Stormwind was taken over in a short while the kingdom of Azeroth would crumble So the next day I enrolled in the in the army.
"John what are you doing here? Surely a poor peasant like yourself wouldn't dream of being in the king's army? What makes you think we'd choose you over all the other qualified men in Stormwind?" questioned the army general named Braveheart
"Well Sir" I began "There are very few men left in Stormwind and I have experience on a horse, looking after them, cleaning the stables and all. And I want to serve and protect the kingdom of Azeroth".
"All right your in, any questions?" asked Braveheart
"Just one why are the undead attacking us?" they've never assaulted us this badly before I said.
"My only guess is that they wanted prove to the burning legion that they're just as powerful as them. I just don't now how long we can hold them off we're going to need some help but from who? Our only option is the orcs" he mumbled in a disappointed voice. "Anyway I suppose you can borrow one of my horses" he paused thinking for awhile and then he said finally "Here take Midnight".
"Gee thanks" I replied then left with my new horse Midnight.
Midnight was a black stallion with shiny silk like hair. She was one of the fastest horses I had ever seen. Midnight obeyed my every command and she could stop on a dime.
After that I went to a blacksmith named Derek, he was a friend of mine, a chubby fellow with short bread and the little shop this side of town. He gave me a sword which he claimed was the finest one he had and then sent me on my way to fight the undead.
I couldn't sleep that night. I had a bad feeling about this. So I just lied there awake gazing at the stars. Tomorrow was one day I wish would never have came.