User:Duralar

The Battle of Gurubashi

2 orcs stood beside each other, overlooking the Gurubashi Arena of Stranglethorn Vale, a jungle at the Southernmost Edge of Eastern Kingdoms. They were friends since childhood, but now struggled on politicial conflicts.

“Deathwing has done too much!” Dura’lar says, pointing at the other orc. “We must send our forces to the elemental plain to destroy him!”

“No, Dura’lar” The opposing orc says. “Deathwing has yet to show his face for thousands of years!”

“But he could show any moment, and the moment he does, Azeroth could come to an end!”

“Silence, Dura’lar!” commanded the other orc. “We will not act until damage is taken to the Horde, THEN we will destroy the forces of Deathwing.

“Can you not sense it, the Cataclysm will come…shortly.”

“How could you sense anything, Dura’lar?” The orc grunted. “Your just a warrior”

“I just know, things, brother!”

“I am not your brother this day or the next, Dura’lar! You must NOT tell Thrall of a “cataclysm” NOTHING is going to happen. Understand that, Dura’lar!”

“C’thun, Yogg Saron, and Ragnaros, some of the old gods, have told me of Deathwing’s coming.”

“Dura’lar! You drunk warrior! We killed Ragnaros, he said nothing!”

“You didn’t hear?”

“No! Deathwing will NEVER return”

“Maybe my orcish shamistic embrace is kicking in…I sense that, infact, a Cataclysm will happen, and Deathwing will be taking a huge role in it.”

“You are no shaman, Dura’lar!”

“I must warn Thrall!”

“Not without getting through me!”

“INTO THE ARENA THEN, BROTHER!”

“Lok’tar Ogar!” They both yell. “For the Horde!”

Then they clash, and an epic battle begins….