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wow fiction: A Whisper of Love"Thunder rolled in the skies above, yet clearly no rain had touched the dried
soil of the Blasted Lands for a long, long time. The land that had once been the
Black Morass were now a decrepit, eerie desert. This was not the gloomy, damp,
tree-infested marshlands that his people had first met, when the Horde had first
crossed the Dark Portal. No. What dark powers had molded Hellfire Peninsula into
what had earned it its new name had followed the Orcish Horde to this world. A
lone orc, draped in dark furs to cover his face from the blowing sand, made its
way across the desert. With him, he only carried an imposing battle axe, slung
on one shoulder , and a leather pouch gripped tight in his hand. Here, beyond
Nethergarde Keep and the Swamp of Sorrows, he was no one. Here, he was not the
chieftain of the Bloodwolves, nor a devoted warrior of Thrall's Horde. Here, he
was only himself, here he was on Grimgash. He had left Orgrimmar weeks earlier
on this journey. Despite the plea of his clansmen, who claimed his wounds were
still too fresh, he had insisted to make this journey. He needed to be there. He
could not be late. He stopped at the top of a hill and out of breath, he sunk to
one knee. wow gold
He wiped at his dirtied face and, desperately sucking air in, he fished out a
water pouch. Not daring to waste any, he only allowed himself enough water to
wet his throat and replaced the cap. He peered about the area and saw it, not
too far from him; a single boulder. What he had sought was now within reach. He
was too far too see that there was text engraved in the rough surface, but he
knew it was the right one.
wow lvl service He felt it. Only a few more steps... Recharged, he was back on his feet and made his way there, nearly losing his footing once more on the way down the hell. There was nothing to tell this boulder apart from another. It was of a dark reddish brown, the same color as the ground. A single line of engraved text made it unique. wow gold 'Rest, Elenial, wife of Grimgash. Shaman of the Horde. Glory is yours. Your home is safe.' For long moments, Grimgash simply stood before the tomb, a thick hand held in a fist over his heart. Finally, he spoke, his voice strong but also wrecked by sorrow, " """I miss you so much. wow leveln Not a day goes by without a thought of you. It has been more than a year, now, since I lost you. You fought bravely. I am so proud. Proud to be your mate. wow level service Proud to have fought at your side. You were a true orc, my woman, and there are no other like you. It is not so easy, being here, without you, though. Not the pride I feel, not the greatest of victories, will take away the pain. Nothing can fill the void left by your departure. Living without you has been the greatest of challenges. I am in agony every day. My love, my mate, I fight to some day be by your side again. To be worthy of you."" Tears were streaming down the orc chieftain's dirty cheeks. He knelt and lowered himself further, kissing the soil at the foot of the boulder. RELATED LINKS: http://www.wowgoldhunter.blogspot.com
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