The Warlocks Den - WoW Warlock Discussions

QUIET! I said to myself. I had now been inside this cave of furbolgs for what seemed like days. I am not accustomed to doing favors for others but a man back inside the town of Lakeshire told me he would pay me handsomely for a few copper rivets and bolts. Being as I was short on cash and needed potions and scrolls to further my research I accepted.

I was now hold up in a small room inside there den. It appeared to be a storage room and rivets and bolts lay a plenty not to mention several...

Solarcain lay sleeping once again on the scraps of what remained of his backpack. Stalactites hung tirelessly above him dripping water that now formed puddles around him. The sky had cleared up a few hours ago sending the hailstorm of last night on its way. After killing the Pirate Chief Van Cleef Him and his companions were stuck just inside the exit tunnel. Beams of light now twisted and twinkled at the entrance in place of hail and blood that was there only a few hours ago.

Waking...

Silently I laid under the covers of my not so private room. From beneath the blankets I could still faintly hear the now familiar noises of Ironforge. The bustle of the commons, the faint ding of the nearby auction house and the clinking of cups downstairs in the lobby. I've never cared much for dwarfs. They lack much intellectually and its impossible to carry on a conversation with them that goes past the mug they hold in there drunken hands.

Yesterday was a very long day indeed....

Such a long day it had been. Why did I chose this path? The road is still short and I've already considered turning back.

My story starts in a chilly town not much larger than a peanut shell. My family was forced here after the attack on Gnomeregan but that was long ago and heeds little influence on my story. It all began one day while I was farming snow for drinking water when I suddenly saw a Imp sitting on the edge of our homestead. Scared I did not move hoping it would not see...