By piecing together the quest pages dropped from engineering mobs for [The Snows of Northrend], the following story came to light of two choppers forced into separation by the fateful needs of a show…
<The remaining fragments are written in invisible ink on Light Parchment. They require a secret gnomish decoder to read.>
Preamble – Page 1
Two choppers, both alike in dignity,
In fair Azeroth, where we lay our scene,
From pre-Cataclysm break to Pandaria mutiny,
Where faction feuds makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal biceps of these two empires
A pair of star-cross’d bikes take their life;
Whose misadventured show overthrows
Do with their separation bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their drama-fueled love,
And the continuance of their leaders’ rage,
Which, but their item’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the twitter status of our stage;
The which if you with patient wallets attend,
What TV shall miss, our blog shall strive to mend.
Chapter I – Page 9
O, her metalwork teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems her gears hang upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in a Warrior’s spear,
Beauty too rich for use, for Azeroth too dear!
So shows a raider trooping with LFR crows,
As yonder lady o’er her fellow mounts shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.