Warcraft: Of Blood and Honor
Chapter One
A Clash of Arms
A soft, cool breeze blew through the upper branches of the mighty oak trees of
the Hearthglen Woods. A peaceful quiet had fallen over the tranquil forest,
leaving Tirion Fordring alone with his thoughts. His gray stallion, Mirador,
trotted at an easy pace along the winding hunting path. Though game had been
strangely scarce for the past few weeks, Tirion came to hunt here whenever the
opportunity presented itself. He preferred the grandeur and crisp air of the
open country to the musty, confining halls of his keep. He had been hunting in
these woods since he was a small boy and knew their numerous, winding trails
like the back of his hand. This was the one place he could always find refuge
from the burdens and bureaucratic pressures of his station. He mused that
someday he would bring his young son, Taelan, to hunt with him so that the boy
could experience the rugged majesty of his homeland for himself.
Lord Paladin Tirion Fordring was a powerful man. He was strong in both mind and
body, and was counted as one of the greatest warriors of his day. Though ... read full excerpt from: Warcraft: Of Blood and Honor ebook
