Stormwind! Pearl of cities! This is not a completely accurate description, of course — it was not round and shiny — but even its worst enemies would agree that if you had to liken Stormwind to anything, then it might as well be a piece of rubbish covered with the diseased secretions of a dying mollusc.
There’s a saying that all roads lead to Stormwind, greatest of all Azeroth cities. At least, there’s a saying that there’s a saying that all roads lead to Stormwind. And it’s wrong. All roads lead away from Stormwind, but sometimes people just walk along them the wrong way.
Poets have tried to describe Stormwind. They have failed. Perhaps it’s the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it’s just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let’s just say that Stormwind is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound.
-Slightly edited Terry Pratchett