Stories of Shaal: Evening in the Barrens - A Fanfiction Story from the Warcraft Universe

The dry air of the stony desert turned rapidly from scorching to cold as evening approached. Shaal of the Stone Hoof, a tauren shaman from Thunder Bluff, had traveled from Mulgore to these harsh lands for a single purpose: to gather a particular type of small mushroom for his smoking mixture. To better commune with the spirits of the elements.

«Strength and Honor!» — A Fanfiction Story from the Warcraft Universe

Kroghur opened his eyes. A soft light filtered down through the hut's roof, through the gap in the chimney—the sun had not yet risen. From outside came a noise like a disturbed beehive. For years, this sound had instantly stirred Kroghur's fury and the sweet anticipation of battle. The orcish clans of the Horde were preparing for a campaign. Today, like all the mortal races of Azeroth, the orcs were marching against the Burning Legion.