Once in the land of Azeroth, there was a city called Orgrimmar where a mighty and wise Orc named Thrall ruled. Those times are no more. What was once a grand empire ruled by a just and honorable ruler is now a land of great unrest, ruled by a tyranny that would crush those beneath it. In the streets of Orgrimmar, people went about their normal business: Selling goods, buying goods, storing goods and having idle chitchat with their friends, but there was an unease about things. For every once in awhile, their ruler would come and he would hold audience. Everyone was forced to listen to him under pain of death. The people would listen and by the end, their spirits were so beaten that they would no longer see the light of hope. Then a day came when one would question the power of Orgrimmar's new ruler.
"The King of Orgrimmar is holding audience! Everyone is invited to attend! Come one, come all to see His Highness, King Lp!"
Bjorn was admiring the wares of a blacksmith when he heard the announcement. Bjorn sighed, "Curse the day! Bethor, I will see you later, perhaps tomorrow if it takes as long as usual. I need a new sword and I intend to get one."
The smith smiled crookedly and shook his head. "Young ones. I will see you tomorrow, Bjorn. Now we must get to the Valley of Wisdom before the King sends his patrols." The smith shooed the young Tauren out of his shop. Tauren were strange beasts that resemble both a bull and a man.
Bjorn cursed and spat on the ground before he left for the Valley of Wisdom. King Lp. Hardly. Bjorn didn't know what happened to Thrall, but he cursed Thrall most vehemently for leaving his people with such a loser for a King. He was no King to Bjorn, and hardly passed for a man. Bjorn walked with the crowd, all hurrying along to the Valley. King Lp gave his people ten minutes to travel to the Valley of Wisdom where he would "enlighten" them with fantastic news of the kingdom. If people were late, they were arrested by the guard and sent to Lp's sweat shops based in the Eastern Kingdoms where they would slavishly create Lp merchandise for no pay and little food for unsaid periods of time.
Bjorn arrived at the valley and spat on the ground. He was eyed by a guard but nothing was done. The Tauren looked at the King and spat again. Lp was Undead and foul to look upon. This is not why Bjorn spat. Every time he saw that fool in his battle robes, with his war wizard weapon and his facade of boredom, Bjorn wanted to puke. He sat sacrilegiously in the throne that had belonged to Thrall. It disgusted the population. Too long has Lp ruled the land, too long have the people had to sit through his bull shit.
Seeing that his city was before him, Lp faked a smile, "Welcome all! The economy is great. As for stocks, invest in the Shadowfang Wool Company, their business is always increasing in value. All the band-aids you people need. I know what the problem is. You can't beat me in a duel. If you would just learn to beat me in a duel, you wouldn't be such a catalyst to the wool market. Oh, but that's right. You can't beat me. Even when you try. And you never will." Lp looked over his crowd and reveled in the hate. He smiled an impish smile and exclaimed, "Oh, what's this? Do I sense jealousy? Yes, you are all jealous of me. It's okay to be jealous, I mean I'd hate to be you. Not being able to beat me in a duel. If anyone wants to try, I'll give them five thousand gold pieces if they win." Lp smiles at his group. Lp was invincible, what could possibly stand a chance against Lp?
Bjorn sighed. The same thing every day. The whole city is jealous of Lp. Lp Lp Lp. Bjorn wished that someone, somewhere, somehow would destroy Lp and reveal the insecure little boy beneath the mask of ego and superiority.
"I challenge you!" rang a voice near the back of the valley. Bjorn rolled his eyes. Another man who would lose his arm or his leg and even if he got to keep all of his body parts, something more important would be lost. His pride, and yet still more, his hope. That's what this city needs, Bjorn thought, more broken people. As they always do, the people of Orgrimmar looked at the person who called out and watched them walk up to Lp. When Lp first began his challenges, people looked on with hope, and well-wishes. Now, they saluted the challenger to his hopeless doom.
Lp smiled. "Come! We will duel in Durotar." Lp walked down the path that would lead him to Durotar, with his royal guard surrounding him. Lp did not need the guard, he could easily thwart any assassination attempt. The guard was just for show. In addition to the guard, eight royal trumpet players followed Lp, making it clear to the city that a challenge would take place. The challenger, a young elf, followed Lp. Two royal guards had been placed at his left and right. The youth walked proudly, eyes set upon Lp, determination surrounded him like a blanket. Some blanket, thought Bjorn, to blind a man when he needed so greatly to see. Bjorn and a few others followed the procession of guards to Durotar. When Lp first began his challenges, nearly the whole city would go to Durotar and watch. Now only a few went. Those that went did not come so much in hope that Lp would be destroyed. They simply came to support the challenger when he would need as much support as he could get.