The Mighty Jack

As I sit here thinking of the long hours ahead of me, I can’t help but wonder how Jack fends. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I last saw him, arrogant, proud, and devilishly handsome. His never ending quest to become the greatest combatant the World…of Warcraft has ever seen has always captivated my interest. How is it that this handsome man of gnomish descent blinds me with foolishness? Embodied in armor worth gold; armor of such power, of such intellectual fortification. Addictive.
A lifetime of battle he has seen, reaching levels thought unreachable, “the Mighty Jack,” some dare call him. His honor and allegiance promised to the Alliance. Fighting side by side with his comrades and slaying foes; killing anyone who opposes the Alliance faction, honor bound by choice. He stops at nothing and kills without a moment’s hesitation. Spilling blood is his sport, the world his battle ground. Traveling from gulches to basins in search of conquest and killing for honor, Jack will take lives for a lot more than reputation. A witty scoundrel, to his noble guild; never turns down the opportunity to raid for satisfaction.
His brother in arms, the ‘hunter’ his mentor, he seeks his wisdom; Jack knows how far he can go even more so with guidance. An endless pool of knowledge this “brother in arms,” he has faced giant opponents unbeatable by others, with confidence he casts and summons, defeating the giants becoming stronger. I see you Jack, in combat, majestically penetrating armor of plate and mail, rapidly consuming the life of your enemy. You bring upon those the arctic chills and blizzards, creating a manifest of frost, a talent well mastered by you. Fearless I have seen you enter dungeons and come out victoriously gaining so much more than experience.
A simple man you are Jack, a powerful one indeed. You stand erect in green hairs and glowing stave, baring armor fit for mages. Enhancing armor, increasing your power; killer spells worthy of an arctic mage. Cool mannered and simple you remain, deadly in the eyes of the Hordes. Noble to your kind, loyal to your king; beyond death you defend him and Azeroth, your home, your love. The Eastern Kingdoms where you were born; where you became exalted by reputation, hold you in high esteem. Never has there been a doubt of your service, accepting quests to defend those in need. You exemplify a true warrior, a knight, the defender of humanity -of life- and seeker of justice. “For Azoroth Jack, for home.”