Dispatch from Dun Morogh and Ironforge, with His Majesty, King Magni Bronzebeard!
See, the way we figured it, we don't rest on our laurels at Blizzard HQ, here in beautiful, downtown Irvine, California. No, what we do is find newer and better ways to do a little ass-kickin'. And we think we've come up with the most ambitiously perfect butt-kickin' little enterprise to date. We call it Cataclysm: Twilight Highlands.
Here's the plot:
Regular visitors to Azeroth know by now that change is always a constant, and the Twilight Highlands of the Eastern Kingdoms are the most famous places in the World where you're having to adapt, and re-adapt, and (you guessed it) re-adapt again. And the three most adaptable adapters in these parts are: the Dragonmaw, who know how to handle our fire-toastin' frenemies whenever something stupid happens; the Wildhammer Dwarves, who, despite a long friendship with the Alliance, are just about ready to move in and share their lives with us Bronzebeards (which is cool --- mostly because I'll have some new families to do some meet-n'-greets with if the occasion demands); and the Red DragonFlight, whose factions have had to deal with this newer, more in-your-face Black DragonFlight attacking the territory.
But there's a new force out there, the cult of the Twilight's Hammer, that wants to literally rock all our worlds --- and believe me, these guys are not nice. Period. Destruction is all they want, all the time, for all the reasons I could name with my pinkie!
Over the next coupla weeks, the Cataclysm team will tell you guys more stories, preview more expansions, and give you a little bit more insight into what we like to call "the ultimate earthquake." It's gonna be a big shake, kids. Trust me.
Gotta go. Dressing up for another Battleground Weekend. Lotsa head-bashin', lotsa beer! Catch ya later, Dwarf-lovin' dudes and dudettes!