El Puggo Gruul

So there we were, half of us exhausted from battling a giant war machine deep in the heart of Kael'thas's territory. With many of our brethren returning to the confines of the inn, we turned our eye to the ruler of the ogres, the slayer of dragons.

We proceeded to accept strangers into our ragtag team, filling in the gaps as necessary. Things already looked bad on Maulgar with many deaths at the hands of Olm. Nothing prepared us for what was to come on the infamous Gruul.

Many of the newcomers did not do their research properly. The High King's abilities were mostly predictable, but Gruul is a completely different beast. With him getting stronger with each ticking second, and many of us collapsing under the ceiling or dying from explosive rubble, we were fighting a losing battle. Nothing prepared us for the death of our premier frontline soldier.

After a few swipes later, I was the sole melee in the raid. It was only a matter of time before his hits mashed me into a bloody pulp. We bravely trudged forward, refusing to give in.

Heads down. Shields up. Brace yourselves. Never give up...