Greetings Borg....
I write to you in hopes that you can help me. The other day my family's shipment of milk was ambushed by the Venture Co....this was a terrible loss to my family business. My brother Tauxen, the upbeat Tauren that he is, tried to lift my spirits and moral by suggesting we go on an adventure to take my mind off the catastrophe. I accepted his offer and we set off together...Tauxen showing me places and things I, being a simple tailor would have never seen otherwise.
So we set off for the great Tuaren City and on the way, Tauxen harvested a beautiful red feather from one of the wandering burds. Tauxen tickled me with the feather and I felt like the luckiest calf in the herd to have a brother like him. When I told him that....he told me to wait here and he would return with something that would make me really lucky. Soon he did return and said that the local wolf was no longer lucky....with my new lucky charm in my pocket we continued on our journey and after gathering some supplies....we were off to the Barrens.
We only stopped by the crossroads for a short time to snack and then moved northward toward the great city of the Orcs. As we moved northward a pride of large cats took interest in us and we found ourselves fending them off one by one....I had a small furry paw as my memento of that moment. Thankfully, Tauxen and I were able to survive that attack and we kept closer to the roads until we found the great Orc city towering before us.
I could hear the Horde Army War bells sounding and just as we reached the city gates...a legion of Orcs marched out of the towering city...incredible sight it was!!! Tauxen asked me if I wanted to follow them...but I said maybe another time...not today. Tauxen then took me to a giant balloon in the sky where he said we would travel to the world that you are from. Dark and Scary he said it was but not to worry...the Forsaken protect the Horde in thos lands.
I do have to say I did not like the baloon ride....I would rather keep my hooves on the ground. Well we reached your lands and began our journey Northward still...Tauxen said that on the edge of The Great Sea here...there are shiney seashells aplenty and that they would make wonderful decorations for my cloths. Oh how I wanted to see them glimmering in the moonlight. I do have to say that your lands are certainly full of some scary flying bats....eewwww and yucky they are. On the other hand thos same bats do have very water resistant hair which would make great cover for a hat or boots.
As we passed a great lake, Tauxen told me a lich lived on that island who was a friend...and if anything happened...that I should go to him for help....sadly this would be the case. Shortly after we arrived at the North Beach on the edge of The Great Sea I had only gathered a few of the beautiful shiney seashells when...a group of red clothed humans ran down from the mountainside toward us. We were trapped...Tauxen stomped and stunned them as we ran up the nearby hill. One of the humans grabbed at my backpack and it broke open...spilling all my treasures we had collected. As I glanced back I could see little creatures from the water gathering up the shiney seashells. We were staying just out of the humans reach when at the top of the hill we were confronted by several other humans...all in the same red clothing. Tauxen yelled to me to RUN and not to look back....I tried to help him but was knocked down the hill by one of the humans. I ran and ran and ran....to the liche. Still...some of the Humans chased me....and as I began to swim toward the island I guess the noise caused the Liche to take notice and he ordered his followers to attack the humans. As I reached the island the Liche raised his decaying hand and lifted me out of the water.
"You are far from home little calf...what brings you to the land of the Forsaken?"; the liche questioned.
"Adventure...but you must help my brother Tauxen...he is back there"; and I pointed toward the mountain.
"If he is there....he is dead already."; the liche said coldy with no compassion as he returned to his work.
"Please....Please....can you rescue Tauxen for me?": I urged as I began to cry.
"There is no rescue for the dead...only everlasting life as a Forsaken"; the Liche responded without even a concern.
"Return home little calf before it is too late for you as well...my followers would take well to your living flesh."; the Liche said with an evil smirk.
I grabbed my birthstone which remained sewn into my backpack and reluctantly returned home.
Upon arrival...I could not tell my family that Tauxen was dead and it was my fault....so I gathered my things and set off to find a way to bring him back from the dead. I travelled to see my shamen teacher, who told me I could bring Tauxen back but it would take powerful magic and an enchanted item that would be able to bring Tauxen back to the moment of his death. As a tailor I thought....I could do this by making something and adorn it with the treasures we had collected on our journey...that would help his spirit find a way home.
Sir Borg....here is my dilema....I am in hiding and need the treasures to adorn one of my brothers old belts. While I was wandering looking for a red feather a bully pig grabbed at my brothers belt and that squeeling pig ran off with it toward the cave of boars near my home.
Can you or your friends help me get it back and the following?
1) The Belt back from Squeeler
1) "lucky charm" from a wolf in Mulgore
2) Plucked Red Feathers from Mulgore
1) Small furry Paw from the Barrens
3) Patches of bat hair from Trisfal Glades
4) Shiney Seashells from Trisftal Glades
5) Corse Thread
10) Pieces of basic Linen
I hope this reaches you well in your crypt away from home....please help me Sir Borg.
PS I hope the Alliance diggers have not desicrated your Imperial Crypt you are at now.....those lands are too bad for me to be able to find you....tis why I post here on your skypage.
Mohnesha