(Will be working on this for a little while bear with me.) Azeroth. Home to many. A Sanctuary for others. An object to be fought over by our enemies, and there are many of those. There are many who stand and fight. There are others who ignore the signs. Then there are those like ourselves, who go boldly into the fray, bringing the pain and anguish to their doorsteps. We, the sadistic few, who know our enemies' weaknesses. We will be the front line for your war. Your battles. We'll tread where you fear to venture. So, you may laugh at our armor, weapons, and fellows. You'll see us though. Where we go, death and destruction follows in our wake. We prepare for the Enemy everyone forgets about. The Enemy who is directing the others. Who was it that Verimathras failed in the end? Who is it that