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A long time ago, a fierce war broke out across the land of Azeroth. Fearing for their lives and the safety of the Rock Mix , a fellowship of three men, including a Shaman, Paladin and a Mage fled with the Mix in hand in an effort to save THE ONE ROCK MIX TO RULE THEM ALL from the hands of the evil Baron Von Greasy and his furious orc horde. A few days into their journey to a land free of evil, while walking through the Dead Wind Pass the band of heroes realized they weren't alone. "SHOW YOURSELF, FIENDS!" yelled the Paladin as the Mage quickly casted Frost Nova, freezing the phantom strangers in their footsteps. "We mean you no harm" said the strangers, "we caught wind of your journey and wish to help you in your effort. We have been following you from a far for several moons. I am The Thuggernaut, and this is my partner Saint." These two, were not men, but titans! Towering over the group by many head lengths, it was if they were blocking out the sun entirely." "I have heard stories about you two", said the Shaman, "I was told that you could squeeze water from rocks. No man can do that! You must be GODS! Please, join us in our journey." The fellowship was almost complete, but without a guide to lead them in their travels, the effort was pointless. [ As a side note during the journey they met a vampire named Sir Robert Hanley III. He blew up in sheer amazement of the Rock Mix and his final words were "YEAAUUH!" as he burst into flames.] A few more days passed. Crossing the Swa