Temeluchus's blog

The jet black stagecoach thundered by, the six horses puffing balls of fire into the cold, moist air. Temeluchus sat inside the cab, contemplating the many possibilities of his future within Quel’Thalas. The hooves of the horses stamped loudly outside and a bolt of lightning heralded the coming rain.

Temeluchus approached his home cautiously, looking around to ensure his safety from any thieves or assassins. These were dangerous times in Quel’Thalas, and Temeluchus was not about to fall prey to them.