Leave the Lore on the FloorExtraits :Thrall: “So, how do we go about punishing him? Exiled to the Barrens, Ambassador to Goldshire Inn, finally locating Mankrik’s wife?”
That Troll Dude: “Now that’s just insulting, mon.”
Saurfang: “No no, Warchief, I have a better idea.”
Thrall: “Let’s hear it.”
Saurfang: “Are you ready? … Chick flicks.”
The entire room gasps in horror.
Thrall: “But where are we going to find chick flicks in Ogrimmar?”
Saurfang: “You know those Blood Elves been sitting over there for the last, oh, forever?”
Thrall: “Oh yeah. Almost forgot about them. …Which one’s the chick?”
Saurfang: “I didn’t know they had genders.”
At Silvermoon…
Lord Lothemar: “Hey, alright, I get to play a role in—“
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Human Paladin: “Yeah, you go in there and cast your Holy spells and heal people, because you’re expendable. I mean: you’re dead.”
Forsaken Priest: “My Holy Spells are not—”
Forsaken Priest explodes in brilliant, golden Light.
Human Priest: “Dammit, Paladin, why’d you have to point out how the Light works to them?”
Human Paladin: “It’s funny, because it’s contradictory?”
Another Forsaken Priest approaches.
Forsaken Priest: “Sucks to be that guy. What happened?”
Human Paladin: “Oh, he realized he was using the Light as an Undead.”
Forsaken Priest: “Really?”
Forsaken Priest explodes.
Human Priest facepalms.
Another Forsaken Priest approaches.
Human Paladin: “I could do this all day. :3”
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Arthas chases Lady Sylvanas Windrunner and her cadre of adventurers down a long passage.
Arthas, heaving for breath as he shambles along: “I shouldn’t have had that last doughnut…”
Adventurer Tank: “Oh, Light save us! He’s approaching menacingly at the speed of a trudge! We’re all doomed!”
Adventurer Healer: “Wait, weren’t we attacking the Citadel to beat this guy? I mean…we’re running? Doesn’t that mean we can’t beat him, and if we can’t beat him here…”
Sylvanas: “Quickly, adventurers, take your sharp logic and fleet feet, and retreat to fight another day! I’ll stay and hold him off as long as I can.”
Adventurer DPS: “I don’t remember this part in the script.”
Adventurer DPS: “Oh, look, there’s a loot chest on that airship!”
Adventurers: “Yea, material reward!”
Adventurers climb aboard and depart. A few moments later, Arthas catches up to Sylvanas. The two share a moment of quiet, intense staring.
Arthas: “Since when were you a half-elf, Sylvanas?”
Sylvanas: “Like, whatever do you mean, Lichy Boy? I’m, like, pure elf, you know?”
Arthas leans in closer, wrapping Sylvanas into a passionate embrace the Dark Lady returns.
Arthas whispers in Sylvanas’ ear: “How would you like a little human in you?”
Sujet: Fanfiction of Warcraft 
Sam 30 Jan - 11:51
