Tinged red fingers of the dawning sun crept into Stormrage's chambers like a thief. Instinct high and on full alert, he focused his thoughts on the source of his unrest as he continued his pacing the long path from one end of the room to the other.

Something was different.

Experience had long taught him to trust his gut feelings. One did not become this powerful by mistake or simple chance. But there was a threat, a threat so large he could no longer deny that his position was indeed in jeopardy.

"But from where...who.." questioned his own thoughts, a slow breath hissed between his teeth and he felt the blood in his veins begin to surge as no answer presented itself. Frustrated, he began his pacing the path which had become so familiar to him over the last seven hours. All the while his brain ticking and searching for the clue to his unrest.

His thoughts trailed…to near madness.

Miles away, at that same moment, Swill whispered to his three closest friends, and said, "The time has come. Meet in Ironforge." The cyrptic message signaled the friends that indeed this was the moment they had been awaiting. Loyalty, and the promise of triumphant battles to come, baited them. One boarded the tram, one a griffin, and the last the boat. Each was lost in thought of the meeting to come.

The three friends met on the bridge, and with a slight nod in one another’s direction, said not a word but stood, side by side, each looking to the crowd for the face they traveled so far to see. Looking for he who had summoned them.

Swill, who had recently been imprisoned for four months, for reasons unknown to the friends, had returned.

He silently moved in from the crowd behind them and they jumped as he startled them as he snapped, "You three took too long,"a little too loudly for their somber mood.

Swill walked across the bridge and the friends followed. Once they were seated inside the inn with fresh mugs of Dwarven Stout in their hands he leaned in across the table and in a voice hushed, laden with urgency and strength, he said one word and one word only,

"Fusion."

With that word, miles away in the treacherous area known as Shadowmoon Valley, Illidan Stormrage roared.

After wandering through Ratchet for my first time, I jumped on a ship, and saw a level 55 draenei on his mount get off at Booty Bay, as did I. He seemed to be following me -- of course I'm on a PVP server. So I expected he wanted to fight. Problem is, my character’s level was only 23 at the time. I led him to the outskirts of Booty Bay. It appeared as though i had lost him. So I ran around the place looking for monsters. I found some, and they almost took me on. My health after the battle was far below 50%. Unexpectedly, the draenei reappeared and slaughtered my character.

I was shocked and angry. But even with my level so low, I returned to my body and gained a new life. I looked around for my enemy and ran off tracking what little evidence I could (he killed monsters and I followed that trail). My plan for arrival wasn't sure yet, but I continued my search. I wrote the name down to remember my target and continued far beyond the range of my level. Skulls on distant creatures and humanoids raged with fury as I ran around and continued. I grew tired of the nonsense and was about to give up, when all of a sudden, on the distant hill he appeared, off his mount and killing more monsters.

His level was high compared to mine, and he seemed to have just as much trouble killing these monsters as I did before him. But I chose my time to attack appropriately. I charged first, but it missed him. I did Heroic Strike and he evaded. He turned his attention to me and away from the monster. One strike from him brought my health to a minumum of 40%. The strange feeling of defeat crept up on me. But when all hope was lost ...

... I did major damage to my opponent. He fell dead and I danced. But the fight wasn't over. I noticed I didn’t rank when defeating my opponent. Something was wrong.

I looked around. I was surrounded by five hunters, a mage, and a paladin. I noticed they were Horde and I danced. They had saved my life. Soon after, I made a campfire and we dance around it. We ate and drank and they accepted me as a new member of their guild. They were awesome and wore a green tabard. They found me a great asset to their already large guild. I ran each day for gold through Ragefire Chasm, and was awarded for Shadowfang Keep soon after. My incredible ordeal was over. And now, tauren warrior Novajin invites you to a duel. My name will continue to soar, and all shall fall to me. One day or another, you shall fall...

FOR THE HORDE!!!