I am Zephuros Mesa, a Night Elf hunter and adventurer.  I have explored the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms, quested thru the farthest reaches of Kalimdor, and seen the many wonders and horrors of the broken world of Draenor- a world now known as Outland.

Alone I have braved many dangers and brought down many enemies, but it is with the many friends I have made that my greatest achievements have been made.  These are the stories of my life as an adventurer and a hero.

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Hellfire Peninsula.  As inhospitable as they come.  And considering its inhabitants, aptly named as well.

From the massive Dark Portal to my homeworld of Azeroth at the east, to the ravager-infested mountains at the west, it is a barren, hard-packed, red wasteland.  Once home to teeming wildlife, it was laid to waist by the many wars between the fel orcs and the draenei, its bordering oceans now gone after the shattering of this world caused by Ner'zhul's opening of the Portal.  It is now the site of many battles between the Alliance and the Horde, who both fight for control of the massive fortress at the center of the region- Hellfire Citadel, headquarters to the fel orcs led by the half-demon Illidan Stormrage, self-proclaimed ruler of Outland.

It is here that we begin our stand.  Our first battle would be against the orc's source of power- the imprisoned pit lord Magtheridon, former master of this fractured world.

I can only imagine the sight of our group of riders, two dozen strong, swooping down upon the gates to the demon's prison.  On the back of her magestic netherdrake rode the leader of our raiding party- the Draenei paladin Rosario, a woman with much reason to be here, fighting to reclaim what was left of her home.  Behind her, on gryphons and hippogryphs, nether rays and drakes of their own, came twenty-four more of the finest fighters the Alliance had to offer.  Humans, dwarves, night elves, gnomes, and more of our Draenei brethren, all bringing their finest weapons, trained in the tricks of their various trades.

Amongst them was their newest recruit- a Night Elf hunter, well-studied and decently-equipped, armed with longbow and battle axe, and accompanied by his most faithful companion.  Indeed that was me, with my fellow warp stalker Novelo in tow, flying in on a brilliant armored gryphon.

The raid came to a landing on the plains behind the citadel, the gate to this pit lord's 'lair' looming before us.  Few were deterred- those before me had faced greater dangers, and I knew I was amonst the best, with little to fear.  Even as we landed and began our march into the prison's antechamber, Rosario began giving out the necessary orders, determined to cut thru the gaurds and bring down the monster below.

"Form up and prepare," she ordered.  "We need not delay our advance."

"Sir!" came the reply from all around.  

Five groups of five- healers, rangers, swordsmen, and magisters of all sorts, with five of the toughest brutes imaginable at the forefront.  Four draped in thick plate mail, a fifth of a more beastly nature- a druid shape-shifted into a bear.  Bolstered by healers, these would keep the enemy occupied and at bay, while the rest would deal destruction with blades, arrows, and a menagerie of magical attacks.  Priests and paladins granting divine protection and inspiration, mages and warlocks augmenting the ranks with their own powers, and each member calling upon their own potions, scrolls, and concoctions to enhance the many aspects of their combat techniques.

Then came a massive voice from below.  "Vermin! Leeches! Take my blood and choke on it!"  All knew from whom this came.

At that, the glow of blessings and augments settled.  The chit-chat between soldiers dissolved into an eerie silence.  Before us was the first group of massive gaurds, augmented by fel energies drawn from the very demon we had come to bring down.

"All units- status report!" cried Rosario.  Two dozen confirmed readiness, their battlecries shaking the walls of the chamber.

"You have your orders.  CHARGE!"

The front line charged forth, and the battle began.