Blade's Edge Mountains

Aubrey climbed the rocks on the outer rim of the ogre compound, between the southernmost tower and the cliffside.  He shimmied easily between the shear jagged boulders, and made his way silently to the tower.  He crawled in between the large stone legs, and clung to the side, directly above one of the two ogres guarding the southern pass into the complex.  Dressed in matte blacks and blues, he was just a dark shadow.  As silent as a falling feather, he released his grip on the tower and kicked off of the rock.  He unsheathed a dagger in mid-air, landed on the ogre like a child riding on his large father's shoulders, and deftly slashed the brute's throat.  The other ogre in the pass heard a mumbling gurgle and turned to check on his partner.  He was rewarded with a dagger thrown into his skull.  Aubrey was at the dying ogre's side in a flash, helping him slowly to the ground to avoid a noisy crash.  The elf retrieved his dagger and clicked

Quite against propriety, better judgement, and perhaps simply to spite the absurdity of this sickness situation...I up and left town after being told I should quarantine.

The Call of the Hunt is not one to be ignored.  You've ignored enough of your desires for far too long, Drifter.

She followed me, followed my heart: to hunt, to drift, in Draenor again.

Potential mates.  Assessing each other's prowess, hunting together.  It is the way of things, and is good.

She seems to appreciate Outland as much as I do.

The air was thick with humidity, the stale scent of fungi and likely remnants of actual spores clinging to my clothes as I hurried along the edge of the marsh. The ground felt unnervingly soft and spongey beneath my boots as I negotiated the mushroom laden landscape of Zangarmarsh, hot on the trail of a yet another alien creature- no easy task as this particular beast achieved flight without the use of proper wings, whose fantastic makeup was an uncanny mix of flora and fauna, like many of the lifeforms here.

The mountains arch in impossible, claustrophobic spikes.
Their dusty roads are walked by ancient clans seeking a heavenly myth.
Their forests nestle in deep vales, protected by sheer walls.
Crystals gleam under the stars, their arcane energy wafting into the ether.
Alien dragons soar among them like dark clouds while craggy creatures stalk along ridges.