Disclaimer: I dont own world of warcraft.
(In the words of an old man):This is a story of a group of heros of Azeroth who journied
from all of the world to stop an enemy worst than the dreaded scourge...
Chapter 1 : The skies over the plains of Mulgore were gray and stormy. The Tauren didnt
really seem to mind the storms that occured so often. Torn...a brave and pround Tauren
warrior was collecting a bit of iron to eventually smelt to steel, he was going to make
his good friend a Blood elf palladin by the name of Holshandra a very difficult blade
to craft...a Frost Tiger Blade. He had the materials, a Frost oil, jade, fluxesand a
few grinding stones,now all he needed to do was buy some coal and smelt a bit of steel.
His blacksmithing hammer went nonstop for a long while. Then he finally came out from
his hut carrying the magnificent sword, mounted his kodo and set off to Durotar to ride the zeppelin all the way to
The Eastern Kingdoms.