-Interlude-

Thanks Giving Special

(Time Consuming? Yes. Funny? Probably not. Well thought out? No. Product of a bored mind? Definitely. Anyway, heres a short Thanks Giving Special that has absolutely nothing to do with the storyline of WOTR. Enjoy, and by next week, I should have my next chapter up; "Stonetalon and Oracle")

Narrator- "Ah yes! Gather round' and I shall tell you the tale of the Azerothian Thanks Giving. It is a long and lively story, but I shall shorten it for you to hear and not take up to much of your time"

Narrator-"Twas long ago, when sails were in lack and seas were black. The King had ordered an expedition to colonize the New World, which had been found shortly before. An intrepid group of pilgrims sailing on the 'Tirrasian Flower' made their way across the long and open sea braving many a storm and sea creatures. On their journey, they encountered many evil and nasty sea creatures such as Sea Giants, Aquanaga, and huge Sea Turtles that plagued their food supplies.

Eventually though, the crows nest spotted land.

"Land ho! Land ho!" he cried.

Captain Kalimdorachimos swung up on to deck. "Bring us about onto that rocky cove. We shall anchor and disembark"

The sailors and pioneers in the Tirrasian Flower were relieved to be off board the cramped and lice, and rat infested ship. So they set up a small camp near the rock that they dubbed Mulgore Rock.

Upon setting foot on the New World, the Captain gave a quick speech.

"I now claim this World in the name of the King and christen it "Kalimdorachimos" after my liking" the fat captain said vainly.

"Uh, sir, that's a pretty long name. Why not shorten it?" someone anonymous shouted out.

"Fine, fine! This land is Achimos!"

"Uh, sir, that's pretty stupid" the same person said. The Captain spotted him, pulled out his pistol, and fired it into the man.

"Cricky, me leg!"

"Ah, shut up. This land is Kalimdor, happy? Now haste and make camp!"

The pilgrims settled quickly and adapted to the new climate. But when seasons changed to winter, the group was hit by a massive plague they called "The Maze Plauge" that turned nearly a third of them into flesh eating zombies. The colonists then relocated higher up the peninsula.

The area above Mulgore Rock that they relocated was a very quiet and serine place...or at least they thought at first. Missing food, whispers in the forest, and tinkering with the rifles brought a thought of curse and haunting down upon the place.

Eventually, the Tirrasian Flower group met formally with the natives, whom identified themselves as Tauren.

"What is that?" one of the pilgrims cried out at the first sight of the Tauren. "By jolly, it's a cow! Lets roast it for dinna'!"

"Wait, it looks like an intelligent cow. Lets talk to it" another, Jon Jinklehiemer Smith said whispering to his friend.

"An intelligent cow!!?? What are you stuffing in your pipe lad? Those hardtack biscuits are gettin' to your mind are they'?" the first replied in sheer surprise at Jinkleheimer's comment.

"Well, its got a damned bandana around its head, has a staff in its hand, and is walking upright" Jinklehiemer then said.

"All right lad, but if your going to get impaled by a cow, or cost us dinner, I'm going to-I don't know. It looks tasty damnit!" Wesle, the first, cried out.

"Who goes there? Pinkskins? Hmph, hoo!" the cow spattered. "I am Poke'hontus the Tauren Chieftains daughter.

The thing was talking directly at Joe and Wesle.

"I'll be! It does talk. That'll make it hard to herd into camp" Wesle whispered to Joe. "Bah, it said it's a girl! Holy moly, it's the ugliest girl I've ever seen. I bet their Chieftain, that she talked about, is ashamed of that!"

"Shut up. Can't you think past looks and food?" Joe shouted back. He approached the Tauren. "Hello-I-am-Joe-of-the-Lands-Far-Away" he cut his sentences to try and get the Tauren to understand.

"I can hear you fine. I know your kind pinkskin. You ravage out lands, and kill our brothers, the buffalo" Poke'hontus replied.

"Ah, so it understands us does it" Wesle said getting closer. "Oh god! Whats that vile smell? Phewf, its her damned breath. Lord it stinks"

"Shut the hell up Wesle. I'm trying to make First Contact!" Joe

nearly screamed at the other, scrawnier pilgrim.

First Contact didn't go well. But eventually, the starving pilgrims sought out the Taruen for refuge and food. The Tauren took them in, and gave them an inaugural feast.

"To our new friends, the Pinkskin Humans!" the Chieftain cried in a happy voice. "Enjoy your meal. It is the finest we could harvest"

The humans enjoyed the crunchy and juicy plant they were eating.

"Whats s' called?" someone asked outloud.

"Maze!" the Chieftain replied happily.

The humans stared down at their plates in horror, remembering the Maze Plauge. Then, it was chaos.

"Every man for himself! Destory the Tauren!" and thus began the Manifest Destiny, where the land of Kalimdor was forever taken over by humans.

(Yes, it was short. Yes it was stupid. I was bored and thought it would be good to write a Thanks Giving Special to get away from all the seriousness in my story. Well, as I said before, next week I should have my next chapter in, where the Light's Crusade turns its eye north, to the lands of the Night Elves)