The War Effort " The War Effort " is a short story featured on the official site telling the efforts of a dwarven fisherman to get supplies for the War Effort . Text . With a whoop , Saegan yanked on his fishing rod . The fish went sailing over his head , scales glittering in the afternoon sun , and landed neatly on the huge piscine pile behind him . Whistling through his beard , the dwarf ambled over to his catch , removed the hook , and tied the net around the lot . With calloused , experienced hands , he broke down his pole and line , placing it back in his pack with care . Saegan then swung the full net over his shoulder and limped his way down the dock . The Menethil gryphon master frowned dubiously at the load on his back as he approached . The gryphons themselves , however , perked up at the smell of fresh fish so close . Saegan smiled and winked . " I ' ll give a tip to th ' gryphon that flies me back home to Ironforge an ' keeps this cargo safe . " Within minutes he was in the saddle , soaring above the mountains , with a content gryphon clutching the net in its claws . The fisherman looked down upon Dun Morogh as it came into view . Armies were practicing and mobilizing . Adventurers and scouts left the city via gryphon or mount , riding hard to get to their destination . All around , the tension of impending war grew in the air . As Saegan ' s gryphon flew through the gate of Ironforge and into the city , the usual bustling sound assaulted his ears , but with an edge . The clangs from the forge were nearly overpowering . The sharp orders of military groups moving out were unmistakable . Ironforge was the center of the Alliance world as it prepared for war . He dismounted as soon as he landed and gave the fleet gryphon one last fish from his haul . " No more now , " he chuckled as the greedy creature clacked its beak toward his net , " this is for th ' war . " Hefting the load once more , Saegan limped around the Great Forge toward the Bronze Kettle . As he did , he glanced over to the anvil with his good eye . Smiths of all races and creeds toiled over their creations , working as fast as they dared to supply the war effort . He shook his grizzled head as he entered his destination . Daryl looked up and grinned as Saegan threw the pile of fish on the table . " Some haul , " he remarked . " Throwin ' a party ? " " You know I ' m not , " Saegan replied . " Help me clean and gut this lot . I would have done it there , but Menethil ' s just a hop over the mountains , and besides , I needed a bit of company . " He took out a knife and grabbed one of the fish , starting on the business . For hours , as they prepared and cooked the fish , they spoke about the latest developments . The silithid threat was growing greater with each passing day . Strong adventurers sought the answer to the riddle surrounding the Scarab Gate . The young and the crippled , however , were not idle in the war effort . Supplies were needed on the front lines in Kalimdor : food , metals , herbs , all manner of materials . Orders came in every day , calling for more to be sent across the ocean . Saegan wasn ' t young , not by any stretch of the imagination ; his leg had been badly broken in a skirmish with Tauren some years ago , and he could no longer keep up with the younger , stronger fighters . With reluctance , he ' d retired his sword and began fishing in order to supply the fighters with food every night . It wasn ' t precisely a glorious job , but a necessary one . At last the rations were made and packed . Daryl helped Saegan wrap and pack them in a crate . " Sure you don ' t need any help , there , lad ? " Daryl asked as the fisherman limped out the door . " Nah , " Saegan called over his shoulder . " I have to do somethin ' to help against those damned bugs ; this much , at least , I can do on my own . " Hefting the fragrant crate , the dwarf slowly made his way to the Military Ward ; Huntress Swiftriver would have plenty of food to provide for the soldiers today .