This is a story about a rich mage who comes from a far away land called Azeroth. He has all the latest gear that he found from killing people and journeys on a quest of mischief and stupidity. This is my first one, so be nice. : ---------- After teleporting into the city of Varrok I stopped and sniffed the air. The sounds of swords clashing and people holaring "SeLL1nG Drag0n Ch4in 16mil!". I feel disgusted because me and my buddies just got here to the city and we were told by a strange man with a blue crown that this was the city of opprotunity. Me, being my natural self, thought of stealing and mischief. So I did what I do best. Making my famous Tale. A drink that satesfies your body but then makes you feel dizzy. I started this at the bar. And got the first taste of a plan that would change my life... ----------