The large overloaded cart rolled forward on the dirt road under the heavy weight of 60 stacks of [Dwarven Mild]. The cheese was being escorted by three members of the Dwarven Overlords: Brindlelass the Hunter, Dunbar the Warrior, and Toestomp the Rogue.
From Thelsamar through the Valley of Kings to the South Gate the cart was scheduled to travel on its way to Iron Forge. The Dwarven Overlords were entrusted by Muradin Bronzebeard with the responsibility and paid per load in three kegs of [Dwarven Stout] aged in [Sparkling Apple Cider] barrels, a special brew for the Dwarven Overlords.
As the cart turned south towards the Valley of Kings three imposing figures emerged onto the road: Thrall, Jax and Raymond.
“Halt!” Thrall said, “We are commandeering this cheese cart in the name of the Horde.”
“To hell you are,” Brindlelass said, dismounting the cart; “It’ll be a cold day in Tanaris before we hand over even a slice of Dwarven mild,” she said chambering a round into her rifle and bringing it to her shoulder. BOOM! Aimed shot, CRITICAL HIT! Jax, winced and vanished. FLARE!
Toestomp and Dunbar drew their weapons.
“How is this better than killing Kobolds?” Jax asked Thrall in hushed tones from the shadows.
“I hate Kobolds,” Thrall said, “They smell.”
“And this cheese doesn’t?” Jax said.
“I like cheese,” Thrall said.
INTERCEPT! Hamstring! Thrall closed in on Brindlelass, axe strike, axe strike, Brindlelass collapsed on the ground, lifeless.
FEIGN DEATH! Trap, Thrall encased in ice.
Raymond targeted Toestomp, FROST SHOCK! Chain lightning, CRITICAL HIT! One shot kill! Toestomp fell off the cart smoldering, charred, smothered in melted cheese.
Dunbar pushed the cart forward over the crest of the hill and down, jumped on board shouting “Nerf Shaman!” as he rolled by Raymond.
The cart started to roll faster and faster and faster, faster, Dunbar clung to the cheese; Jax broke stealth and dove aside, Dunbar riding the cheese, the cart beneath him barreling out of control he dropped his pants, bent over and yelled back “Kiss my ^&%* you sons of &^%$*es!”
The cart sped down the hill, hit a rock, burst into splinters, Dunbar tossed through the air and into the side of a mountain, killed instantly. Thrall thawed, intercept, MORTAL STRIKE! Brindlelass fell dead, Thrall swung his axe up and back down on her fallen body crushing her chest.
Retrieving a cart from south of Loch Modan Thrall, Jax and Raymond loaded as much cheese as they could and began the long overland trip back to Elwynn Forest and to the rat infested Kobold caves beneath Stormwind.
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