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The next morning, I decided to travel back to Ironforge to get some new gear. So, I rode a gryphon back to Theramore, then took the boat back over to the Eastern Kingdom. Ironforge was just as I left it. Explorers ran throughout the city, as Dwarves worked tirelessly around the Great Forge. As I walked towards the commons, I overheard Magni Bronzebeard discussing something about “The Dark Iron” in a low, rumbling voice. I was curious, so I stopped and listened more.
Then that voice grew louder “You there!” I jumped back, startled. Magni Bronzebeard summoned me his throne room. I nervously answered his call. “Speak with Archesonus. We have a task that may suit a Gnomish Warrior such as yer self”. I approached the Royal Historian trying not to show my apprehension. She explained to me what she and Bronzebeard were speaking about.
Long ago there was a war, the “War of Three Hammers” as she called it. There was a clan lead by a dark sorcerer named Thaurissan. This group inhabited the deepest part of Ironforge. Known as he “Dark Iron” clan, they fought for control of of the great dwarven city many years ago. Although Bronzebeard and his clan were successful in pushing them down to the Redridge Mountains, they soon summoned a firelord to form the ultimate retaliation.
Then that voice grew louder “You there!” I jumped back, startled. Magni Bronzebeard summoned me his throne room.
With it’s fiery wrath unleashed, Ragnaros wreaked havoc on the land, turning the once beautiful Redridge Mountains into a raging inferno. At it’s center rose a mighty volcano known today as Blackrock Mountain. The remaining clansmen reside in this volcano, enslaved by Ragnaros and his minions. They are known as the Dark Iron Dwarves.
It has been many years since the happenings of the War of Three Hammers. It would be my duty to visit the Burning Steppes, and accompanying Searing Gorge to help in the effort to quell the uprising once and for all. I’d flown over these areas many times on my way to Stormwind. I never would have thought I’d be able to fight through that area. As I left I was proud. All of these experiences have really shaped me up to be a powerful warrior.
I took a Gryphon to Loch Modan, and boarded my Mechanostrider. To get tot he Searing Gorge, I would have to travel from Loch Modan through an area known as the Badlands. It amazed me how suddenly the lush forests of Loch Modan gave way to the sweltering heat of the Badlands. I rode through the area, evenyually making it to a narrow pathway.
I soon found myself in a hellish land. Ashes gently floated from the sky like smoldering snowflakes. I took out my map and followed a path to a small encampment known as Thorium Point. There were soldiers stationed here from many exotic lands, though each of them were equally dedicated to defeating the raging menace below.
