The First of Many

Thunder. Roaring thunder. The clouds tremble each time the sky cracks, and so does my body. How I wish I were atop a mighty beast above the clouds, roaring for all to hear! Living up to the name of my clan?Thunderlord?a name soon forgotten by this world. Few share my melancholic heart; it is why I follow him, that grumpy old orc.

Mourning the past serves nothing. The Horde is who we are now. I wish only to pass on the spirit of the hunt, the heart and mind of those who came before, so that they?and I?may live forever.

And you, you are the candle I lit with my fire. One day, from your flame, another will be born.

Find your way to the main island, through the ruined port of Breezhaven. Past the mine and orchard, turn right to find Sorrowmere Lake. Paint yourself with crocolisk blood and return with five of their tails. It has been long since I tasted their meat.

Be bold, be careful?and by all means, be thrilled by the hunt.

Go out there and prove to yourself that you are the predator, not the prey.

I smell blood in the air. You wear it like a second skin now. Good. Bring those tails here?we will feast on them.