Hér er saga sem ég krotaði í ensku, byggð á WoW, sögu sem við hlustuðum á í ensku og pínu Monty Python. Afsakið að hún sé á ensku, ætla ekki að þýða hana. :p

Once upon a time there was a Paladin on a crusade against the Death Knights. He was travelling to the Land of the Dead. The last part of the trip was to cross the bridge into the Land of the Dead (brúin er sú saman og Svarti Riddarinn passar í Monty Python: The Holy Grail). The bridge was guarded by a Death Knight. As the Paladin approached the Death Knight took steps towards the Paladin and spoke to him in a cold, empty voice: “None shall pass” (Monty Python… aftur). The Paladin swung his blade towards the Death Knights head, and a second before the blade struck him, he vanished. He walked over the bridge into the Land of the Dead. As he walked he began suffocating. Forced, he ran back over the bridge.

On his way back to the castle he pondered why he couldn't enter these lands, when he was stopped by an old, crumpy hag. “I hold the secret you want”, she said. “Tell me!”, he asked. “The Land of the Dead belongs to the dead. You must defeat a Death Knight. Purify.” With these words, she vanished.
He headed back to the bridge. There he saw that the Death Knight was back. (In black!) The Paladin purified the ground he stood on, preventing the Death Knight from vanishing. They clashed swords for a long time, until the Death Knight blasted the Paladin into the air, and used the time to summon a Dreadlord from the nether. When all hope seemed to have faded for the Paladin, he remembered the old hag's words; purify. And thus, he thrust his blade into the ground, emitting waves of holy flames. The Dreadlord was instantly consumed in the flames, although it appeared that the Death Knight had vanished. When it all seemed to be over, his sword started emitting black waves of shadow. The sword had been corrupted by the foul earth. As the Paladin picked up the blade, he felt shadows coursing through his veins. He had become the very evil he had sworn to destroy. And thus, he thrust his blade into his chest.