Feorn and the Temple of the White Tiger

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Feorn and the Temple of the White Tiger

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Feorn and the Temple of the White Tiger

As Feorn climbed up to the Temple of the White Tiger, he passed a group of Pandaren who knelt in meditation. “I hope I'm not disturbing you.”, he said rather loudly as he strode by. The leader of the group made an exaggerated grunt.

As he approached the temple he stopped for a moment and stared at the stairs, “Why in the nether did they build this temple up so high? So many damned stairs. This is ridiculous. How can they stay so fat after climbing so many steps. It boggles the mind.” He climbed the stairs.

Once he reached the top, he drew in a breath and yelled, “IS THERE A TRIAL MASTER ROTUN HERE?” Feorn looked around. “Grummle, Grummle, Goblin, ridiculous bearded tiger, a tiger should not have a beard, that's silly. There! That must be him. Only a pandaren would think that outfit was practical.” He strode towards the Pandaren, who was incidentally wearing a cape without a shirt.

“You there, you m-”Feorn was cut off by the Pandaren.

“Please, don't yell in the temple. You must be here to take a trial.”, Rotun the Trial Master stated.

“I am, I want to take the trial that Fhenrir took.” Feorn said, while transfixed by the Pandaren's straining plate belt.

The Pandaren spoke, “I think you may be a little too...wispy, for that trial. Perhaps your talents lie in another area?”

“What's that supposed to mean? I spent a good portion of the last year training on the Peak of Serenity! I'm just as strong as any of you!” Feorn became visibly upset as he replied.

“Hmph, I will let you take his trial, but first you must complete your own. If I'm not mistaken, you are a healer?” The Pandaren's eyes lingered on the packs of herbs, and bottles of brew attached at odd places on Feorn's armor.

“I've been known to provide combat support from a more rearward position from time to time. Nothing wrong with that.” Feorn stood defiantly, with his hands on his hips.

“Very well. Get some supplies from my compatriots and your trial will begin when I return with some warriors for you to keep in the fight.”

Several hours later...

“Well done Feorn. Though it wasn't necessary to berate and belittle your companions quite so much during the trial. They were doing the best they could.”, The trial master glanced over to the assembles group of Pandaren warriors. “I chose them specifically to challenge you.”

“What? That's ridiculous, I've had enough of your nonsense. Sign this letter for me so I don't have to see you again.” Feorn shoved a piece of paper in his face.




To Whom It May Concern,

This letter hereby certifies that, Feorn Starcaller, has completed a trial at the Temple of the White tiger equivalent to that completed by the Tauren known as Fhenrir.

[a smudged paw print covers the bottom half of the page]
“Hah! In your face Fhenrir!” Feorn exclaimed as he left. “Now, I better get this to the High Inquisitor. This better get his attention.”
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