Bohein Bohein is a very short story of a tauren and his goblin companion , Isak , as they attempt to break into an ancient vault on top of a mesa while besieged by an undead swarm . This short story appears on pages 111 - 112 of the Warcraft RPG sourcebook Magic & Mayhem . Bohein . " . . . Then you have one minute to open that door . If you fail , I want time to enjoy killing you myself . " Isak drew thieves ' tools from his pockets and tugged his gloves on tighter . " Magic gloves , " he muttered nervously . " Magic gloves of celeb . . . celery — " " Celerity , " said Bohein , opening the pouch around his neck . The ring inside dropped into his calloused palm . The tauren watched the cold moonlight glint off its silver strands for a mment , then he slipped it over the chipped tip of one horn . From his pack he brought out a glass vial filled with a glowing blue - green liquid . Bohein had won the potion in Bluefen on his first elderquest , and he had carried it unused — unneeded — for many years . Yet if he didn ' t use it tonight , there would be no tomorrow . Thumbing open the stopper , he tipped the vial to his muzzle and drank . The tauren felt the warmth of magical strength flowing into his limbs as Isak shouted , " I ' ve got the lock open , but there are traps ! Magic traps ! " The goblin dug frantically in his pack . " I just need to find that amulet . . . " Bohein stepped to the edge of the cliff and looked over . Roiling masses of the undead swarmed at the base of the mesa . An abomination halfway up the rock face reached for a new grip but found instead one pf the wards Bohein had cast earlier . The explosion ripped open the abomination ' s undead flesh and sent it tumbling back into the darkness . Skeletons to either side continued their climb , undeterred . Bohein turned back to the goblin . " When I return , that door will be open . " Isak clutched the bronze disc around his neck and sneezed as he waved away a smoky cloud jetting up from the door . " Poison gas ! She " really " didn ' t want anyone opening this door , just a few more seconds ! " Unknotting the leather thongs binding his weapon baldric , Bohein muttered the whistling elven word that released the spells bound into his horn ring . Trusting to the magic , he took a step over the edge and toppled forward — only to plant his hoof firmly against the vertical face of the cliff . Another step forward and he stood sideways on the side of the mesa , a hundred feet above the ground . The hordes of undead far below were a swarm on the distant ground that had become a " wall " to Bohein , and the skeletons skittering forward pressed themselves tightly to the cliff that was now his " floor . " Reaching over his shoulder , Bohein shook the wrappings from his weapon . They fell away , pulled at an odd angle by gravity he could not feel . Freed of its rough scabbard , the tauren ' s ancient axe roared with rage as the undead approached . Gohein joined his weapon ' s cry as he moved from one enemy to the next , chopping off bony limbs and knocking ghouls from the rocks . As he pushed back wave after wave of the enemy , the war chants of his ancestors sang in his mind . For seconds that felt like hours , he let himself swim in the glorious tides of battle . Then , as he felt his ring ' s magic wane , he rushed up the face of the cliff and leapt back onto the top . " The vault is open ! " cried Isak . " I ' ve got it ! " Bohein ripped the bundle from the goblin ' s hands and tore away the leather wrappings . The smell of decay and death bloomed from the book inside . The tauren felt the powerful magics bound into the tome reach out and shroud the moon in dark clouds . This was it . This was what they had been looking for . Turning to the skeletons and ghouls clambering over the edge , Bohein held the book high and cride , " In the name of Queen Azshara and the power of this book , I command death itself ! BACK ! "