![]() I grew up in those mountains, admiring the red limestone that the region got its name. I nae remember the halls then, only the hate that burned within me people sense our exile southwards, to the bountiful north mountains of Redridge. As a babe I cried when the civil war began and the flames of Ironforge did not just burn hearth and forge. I was born in the old days of the Dark Iron, when Clan Ironforge still followed Anvilmar and not a council. ![]() ![]() I be Dark Iron, birthed three centuries prior to today, give or take a few years I can nae account for with me memory. A meal for a gnome, a passin’ snack for a tauren. I be sayin’ it’s time I spoke of it, least in minor portions. Not many know my past, nor me intentions for the future.
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