A long long time ago in a warcraft server far far away, a lone dwarven hunter, adventruing in the norhern reaches of the Red Ridge Mountains was surrounded by Black Rock Orcs. A dwarven Paladin came along thinking he was doing good and tried to save me from those vile orcs, he soon realized however that I was no mere dwarf and instead I was the one who may bring balance to the dark side of the force and offered me an invitation to join him in his evil plot to take over the world. Two days later Maska slapped Glolf in the head and asked him why he let such a big n00b join the guild and that there was no no way he was gonna let two dwarves take over and that is where the saga began . . . . .

Vulcan