Not really a troll story, but..meh.

Debutsid quickened his pace, desperate to make the journey to shattrath before the humans closed in. They had seen him earlier, fighting near Honor Hold, and they had quickly set off after him. He wiped the sweat from his face, and began the process of summoning his Felsteed. It was quickly pulled from the void, and he set off, hoping to outrun the seemingly never-tireless humans. As he reached Terrokar Forest, he felt the Felsteed's legs buckle beneath him, and turned around to see an arrow stuck in the beast's leg. The Felsteed dropped to the floor, throwing Debutsid off and crashing into a nearby tree. The humans quickly surrounded him, and took his grimoire, The Summoning of a Felsteed. They shouted something, to Debutsid it meant nothing, but as they raised their swords, he felt as intense heat as a firebolt hit what seemed to be the leader of the human group right in the chest. He stumbled backwards, caught fire, and fell to the floor, clearly dead. One of the humans, in a frenzied rage, charged off. Debutsid saw him run off, and cut down by cloaked figures. The other human, slammed his mace down onto Debutsid's stomach, or at least tried to. A bubble surrounded Debutsid, as the human was flung backwards, and the cloaked figures made short work of them.
Once the humans lay dead, the cloaked figures healed Debutsid, with bandages, gave him food, and escorted him to Shattrath. Debutsid collapsed soon after that, of exhaustion. When he awoke, he found a Scryer insignia clasp in his palm. He vowed to join their ranks, as soon as he was fit enough. For now, he used his energy on recovering, and walking around shattrath, trying to find a replacement to the grimoire they took. A fellow warlock, who had been watching him for days, told Debutsid he was strong enough now for a Dreadsteed, and that he could find a warlock in the burning steppes who could help him. Debutsid got his possesions together and set off. The journey was seemingly impossible without a mount, but he struggled on, desperate for his Dreadsteed.
Debutsid finally met the warlock, after a long struggle up a mountain. He told him, he would need Black Dragonscales, and Elixir of Shadow potions. Try as he might, he could not find either on the Auction House. He had to get it from somewhere. And so, he stays in Orgrimmar, waiting for the Auction House to provide what he needed.

OOC : Hope you like it, was a little bored Just to let you know, i am trying to get those two items, so if you're a Skinner/Alchemist, i'll gladly pay.

Very well written story, I enjoyed reading it.
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