Hahahah
Thrall what are you even wearing.
A copy of Tevruden's blog because I don't Trust Like that anymore.
Hahahah
Thrall what are you even wearing.
“Spend time with then-Warchief Thrall and Archmage Jaina Proudmoore in the warm summer days after the fall of Archimonde, when the mistrust between Alliance and Horde seems destined to fade away, and anything—anything—can happen.”
(even if it is an april fool’s joke)
Stormwind Keep Cataclysm afterparty!
(Crowley and Windrunner were not amused.)
This just made my day.
(A miscarriage is definitely not a joke, and I have no intention of making light of it.)
Thrall: This is most heinous. Deathwing is kicking our righteous butts. We need something powerful to stop him with.
Malfurion: What about the Dragon Soul? That should be powerful enough to stop him!
Thrall: But that was destroyed years ago. We’d have to…
Both: Get it from the past!
Thrall: But Deathwing is destroying everything right now! we don’t have time to…
Malfurion: Dude, we can travel through time! We have all the time in the world! After we kick his butt, we’ll go back to the War of the Ancients, grab the soul, and put it where we can find it like right before we get here!
Thrall: Like say… In this tree stump!
*pulls the dragon soul out of a nearby stump*
Both: Excellent!
*Both start to air guitar as Nozdormu shows up in a phone booth and joins in*
Chen Stormstout: It is done. The Warchief is dead…
Chen Stormstout: But without a Master to control them the restless Horde will become an even greater threat to this world…
Chen Stormstout: Control must be maintained.
Thrall: The weight of such a burden…
Thrall: It must be mine for, there is no oth-
Bolvar Fordragon: GO’EL! YOU HOLD A GRIM DESTINY IN YOUR HANDS.
Bolvar Fordragon: BUT IT IS NOT YOURS.
Bolvar Fordragon: PLACE THE PAULDRONS UPON MY SHOULDERS.
Bolvar Fordragon: FOREVER MORE I WILL BE THE WARCHIEF OF THE HORDE.