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As I was outrunning the last of the syndicates, I found myself in the middle of nowhere. I was far from the path, and thanks to the fog had no hope of returning. I took out my compass and continued south. Eventually I would have to make it to Southshore. The climate grew colder as I progressed. Soon I was in the middle of a snowy field. I rustled through my bag to look at my compass again when I heard a low, familiar growl from behind.
I turned around to see an enormous, gray Yeti raising it’s claws in a furious rage. Frustrated and lost, I had no time for this nonsense. I jumped off of my Mechanostrider and attacked the animal unleashing everything in my arsenal. Despite my furious strikes, the fight was difficult. This Yeti was much stronger than the others. Nevertheless, the old beast succumbed to his wounds and fell to the ground. To my surprise a gleaming dagger tumbled towards me from deep within it’s fur. I had no use for this intricate weapon, but I was curious as to where it came from.
As I was outrunning the last of the syndicates, I found myself in the middle of nowhere.
With the fog finally lifting, I turned around to see a great white wall. I must have stumbled upon the Ruins of Alterac. The Magistrate spoke vaguely of the place, only warning that it was now home to a group of Ogres, but inquisitive as always, I wanted to take a look inside. There was a large crack in the old wall, and I snuck through, then climbed up to the top of the wall to get a good look.
He was right. There were Ogres all around. I tried to imagine the place as it was in the past, before all this damage. There was a large, tattered building toward the back of the fallen kingdom. It looked just like a library I visited back in the Elwynn Forest. I decided to take a look inside. Just as I turned around an Ogre attacked, nearly knocking me right off the high wall.
I recovered, and reciprocated with my own attacks. The enormous Ogre tried to dodge my swings and lost his footing, falling right on top of two of his comrades. “Here we go again” I thought to myself. I jumped from the crumbling wall and killed the group jumping from blubbery arm to arm. I made a run for the library when I hit the ground, rousing a few more disgusting Ogres. I made it to the building and slammed the door.
It turns out my suspicions were correct. This was in fact a library filled with knowledge of the past. There were so many books, but I had to choose one, and I had to act quickly. I took the nearest book as the Ogres smashed through the window. I fled through the opening while dodging stomps and boulder-like fists, and made a dash for the wall.
I squeezed through the crack and made it to the other side where my Mechanostrider waited. Dusting off the book, I read “Arm of Gri’lek”. The pages were filled with an old style of writing that I didn’t understand. Feeling satisfied with myself I tossed the book in my bag and set off to Southshore. Maybe the Loremaster would be able to tell me more.
