World of Warcraft

World of Warcraft

It was dark times in Fogravia. The world had been taken over by Dragor's orc armys. Forests were burnt, Towns and Villages were crushed and Dragor had ultimate power. He hadn't used fighting magic in years and needed lots of practice. He walked through a dark forest by himself, looking for dark beasts to battle with to build his powers back to level. His black cloak flapped around his ankles. He heard a snap of a twig and turned on his heel immediatly. He stared into the trees knowing something was about to jump out on his. He just didn't know what.