The Illidan and the Odyssey

One hell burnt evening amongst the stormy landscape of Shadowmoon Valley, a cracking boom was heard all throughout the hills. Wildhammer Dwarves and Legion slaves alike looked to the horizon, pondering what could have crafted such a commanding sound.

What they saw stunned them all.



A robed figure with three terrifying eyes burst out from the upper atmosphere, seeming to fall to the ground with great speed. At what seemed to be the very last second, he landed atop the very volcano that ages ago, the daemonic warlock Gul'Dan ripped from the crust of Draenor. He stood proudly, and proclaimed in the oddly loud voice of some raid boss like Mag or something:

I seek two benevolent, capable, and competent DPS! A tall order this may be, but none the less, it is the order I have! And furthermore, we shall not be burdened by lack of an individual who has the iron skin of a Dwarven steam engine and the strength and stamina of... I don't know, some boss like Halazzi or something.

This is the order I have!

Within minutes, three totally bored and currently inactive heroes came to his side. One, a stumbling and seemingly drunken bag of skin and bones. He flexing his wrying muscles, and raised, for some reason, a femdom daemon, then just as quickly, killed it without budging.

"yo sup let's do this," he replied to the Flying One's call.

Suddenly, a hooded and shadowy figure sprang out from a pool of lava, cursing its 10 damage per second invisible debuff.

"fuck combat swords lets go im ready," he called.

Now, we need only one more. An individual of cunning, capability, stamina and-

A small cat appeared at his side, his groin rotating in a steady cycle against the ground, oddly. The Flying One turned his head towards him in confusion.

Why dost though humpith thy ground 'tween thy feet, oh furry and purring one?

The cat glanced both ways before somehow blushing. "It's a habit. You know, Molten Core and al-"

Um, yeah, but...you're just. You're not a tank. You're a ca-

Suddenly, the cat exploded into a bear, and all were content.

"so liek where 2 now r we doin heroix" they asked.


Nay...we stride to Booty Bay this eve, he responded.