Call to Arms

The Witherbark trolls and Boulderfist ogres of Arathi are working together to rid us from this land, but we shall not meet our fates at their, or anyone else's, hand. We will slay them and show them that we, too, have a home here. The trolls turned their backs to us; the ogres would use us for food and bedding if we allowed them to--these things shall not be. We start our attack on the Witherbark trolls to the south of here. Slay them in droves, and only return when their camps run thick with blood.

The signs of war are upon your garments, and sweat drips from your brow. Good, very good indeed.

Your strength is evident, <name>. Now to see how you fare against a real enemy. The Boulderfists have a lair to the southwest of here towards the dwarven bridge, and, if I'm not mistaken, the maulers and magi there shall present to you a greater challenge--they have done so to us thus far. Slay as many as you can and come to me in body when you are successful, or come to me in spirit when you fail. I shall give praise to your tenacity in battle either way.

You are as strong as a kodo, and your lust for battle does your people proud.

The head of the beast is ready to be taken off... with great force, <name>. You have shown every sign that you are able to help us with this final mighty blow. The leaders of these attacks have made their lair within the ruins of Stromgarde, a glaring symbol of human frailty. Find and slay those Boulderfist lords and their lackey shaman who would try and drive us from these lands.

You do your people proud, <name>. The threat has been greatly lessened, and I am sure we will begin to thrive here in the Highlands.