Troublesome Trolls
By: Aylune
Aylune had thought leaving Uldaman behind her meant the end of tipping out bootfulls of sand and shaking the tiny gritty mess out of her hair but she had been wrong. Work had finally run dry in the ruins but their new destination was the opposite of wet. Now the gold grubby crusaders were on a mission in the desert.
As if the sand, blistering heat, venomous scorpions, and bandits weren't enough the desert suffered from a worse condition; there were trolls everywhere. Behind every sand dunes, by every watering hole, scribbling their archaic language into the stone slabs of ancient walls, they were everywhere. You couldn't take a step into the desert without running in to one or a dozen of them.
Worse yet their job focused on the disgusting blight on the world. Now it was time to enter a place called Zul Farrack, a sacred place dedicated to the pathetic ancient practices of the big voodoo priests and priestesses of the horde.
Still it wasn't all bad, after all the only good troll is a dead troll and there were about to be a lot more dead trolls around.