World of Warcraft Community Magazine Issue 7 | Page 36

ARTICLE 36 // World of Warcraft Community Magazine out. I want to make lute-strings hand it clutched in his hand. Why This is where the Prestors of his guts, then play it in front would they let him keep it? had thrown the conquered of him… badly! I’ll murder his “Not before he sees favourite tune with his own what will become of his damn guts! Father, tell Victor wretched kingdom.” Elves and Mages, rebels and dissidents and criminals. “It stretches all the way to Impossibly cold hands the great spire at the heart wrestled him to his feet. The of the Burning Steppes. Do came the emotionless baritone giant creatures reeked of you know it, little man?” of Lord Victor Nefarius . death. He could just make to let me do it, please!” “Patience, sister-wife,” “My children…” Finally, King Daval broke out great black scales. With the Prestors trailing One of the dragon men let go of Forresten. A slave, exhausted, had dropped his mattock. With his silence. His voice was behind, the dragon-men dragged horror in his eyes, begging for more terrible than the bard him through a great iron-bound mercy, he was hoisted onto the could have imagined: deep as door. Beyond it was torch-light. creature’s shoulder. The door to Hundreds of ragged slaves a side-chamber was opened and the earth and edged with an eternal hatred of all things. “This one has broken the smashed mattocks against the party were ushered through the dark soil. There was a by another monstrous guard. Vessel. He will live. We shall need tunnel before him, endlessly “Here is the future of a new one. But you may blind him, stretching into light-limned humanity, wretched thing,” daughter. I grant you this boon.” halls, and an endless amount intoned King Prestor. The Dragon Soul… he still The GameOn Magazine of slaves di