(the following is a song telling a tale, if it’s not fitting I don’t mind just writing it out as a story)
Title: Dreek the Chopper
Author: A bard from Theramore that was enlisted as a soldier during the Third War
Culture/Race Night Elves/Orcs (about a overconfident wood-chopping peon that was one of the first to fall to the Nelves in Ashenvale)
Down in Ashenvale, near the elves’ village.
There’s the peon called, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping was his fame, making him wealthy
Caring not for trees, he blindly chops on
Never to be worried he never washes
He never cared about you, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping was his name, and making money
Isn’t scared for life or even the elves now
He’s a dirty orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a bloody orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a dirty orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a bloody orc, Dreek the Chopper
Now, a confident peon, he had decided
To honor his fame, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping woods of the ‘Vale, he couldn’t stop it
He wants to cut down, all the forest
The trees they hated, the druids made a promise
Give him a lesson, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping woods was his game, he couldn’t stop it
But as the tale goes, he’s beaten at his game
He’s a dirty orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a bloody orc, Dreek the Chopper
They are going to kill you, Dreek the Chopper
Strangle you with branches, Dreek the Chopper
(a warcraft take on the song ‘Nick the Chopper’ by Barış Manço)