One day, many thousands of years ago, one might even say a couple hundred thousands ago, there were the Titans. Now, we should all know the story of the Titans and how they came to our lovely planet, so I'll just skip to the juicy bit. One day, the Titans were taking a bit of a break from their shaping and lounging about in the land soon to be known as Durotar. They were all drinking a very succulent orange nectar found in the nearby forests of the land to be known as Ashenvale. Now, while lounging, one of the Titans told an especially funny joke to the rest of them. I would tell the joke, but us mortals probably wouldn't be able to make heads or tails as to why it's so funny, so I'll just continue the story. The Titans found this joke especially hilarious for some reason, and began to roll around on the ground laughing. They laughed so hard the orange nectar they were drinking began to spew out of their noses, all across the vast land. This nectar began to stain the land, and before they knew it, the nectar was all over the place, soaking everything in sight, even each other. The Titans attempted to try to clean the land, but it was already too late. The property of the nectar caused it to seep deeply into the land, staining it a bright orange and preventing any wildlife from growing in the area, aside from cacti and other desert plant forms. The Titans were a bit ashamed of their carelessness, but otherwise shrugged it off and left to finish their shaping duties. And so, Durotar has since always been the ugly shade of orange it is today, due to this nectar us mortals would probably find horribly nasty. Probably also explains the horrible smell. Unless that's just the orcs. I guess we'll never know.
- The Silly Chicken, Lizan
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