When Deathwing tore the world apart, Azeroth's wounds poured forth fire and despair.
His name was Gellek, the Trade Prince's biggest joke: a goblin shaman who didn't believe in money, yet stubbornly insisted on communing with the elements. On Kezan, where Venture Companies were everywhere, he was an oddity. In the Horde, a world of glory and slaughter, he was a small figure.
Yet when fire rained from the sky, the seas roared, and the earth cried out in pain, this oddball alone could hear the elements weeping.
At Thrall's invitation, Gellek set out on his own journey to become the “World Shaman.” He plunged into Vashj'ir's fathomless depths, dancing with drowned ghosts as the naga hunted him. He climbed Mount Hyjal, facing the fury of the fire elementals amid blazing flames and the Druids' horns. He ventured into Deepholm's crystal labyrinth, listening to the Earthmother's sighs and witnessing the World Pillar's lament.
From the sandy tombs of Uldum to the Dragonmaw fortress that blots out the skies of Twilight Highlands, he would cross all five Cataclysm zones and fight to the death alongside Thrall and Aggra against Deathwing's minions.
This is a story about how the “small” can shake a world as it crumbles.
When the voice of the elements erupts in his ears, even the most mercenary hands will grip the thunder and flood that can save the world.
