Warcraft-Worgen

The chilly autumn winds swept through the fog cloaked trees of Silverpine, the only sound heard, the steady clopping of hooves on cobblestone. Not a bird or cricket could be heard for miles. The eerie silence before the storm to come. Dismounting from the heavily armored equine, a heavily cloaked, but oddly graceful figure. An Elf with an affiliation with blood. He approached a far more imposing form. An overseer from Orgrimmar, who’s lips curled at the mere sight of the approaching Elf. “Make it quick, Valron! The Scourge have come crawling from their pits in these forests, and you wish to stay!” The Elf, known b