|Champion of the Frozen Wastes|
|Guild||Alea Iacta Est|
In the Creation of Azeroth, the benevolent Titans formed an Arm. This Arm was longer than the rivers of Stranglethorn and mightier than the peaks of Hyjal. This Arm was indeed Perfection. One Arm to rule them all. The Titans then decided they need to attach something to this Arm, so they chose a noble blood elf by the name of Luchioun. But Alas, the Arm was too powerful for Luchioun and incessantly whispered to Luchioun "Assssk for the DPS meterrrr....". Luchioun could not resist the powers of the Arm, and alas let the Arm take over his soul. And they lived happily ever after!