Icecrown

The man many knew as Jonathan Chess stood at the bonfire at the Argent Tournament site located just north of the frozen hell of Icecrown, wearing the tabard of the Argent Crusade once more. 

Visiting Northrend again had raised spectres of Jon's past, reminding him how fragile his sanity had been in those days; after the destruction of Theramore, Jon had turned strongly to the Shadow, and enlisted in the Alliance armed forces that were fighting the Scourge and thee Cult of the Damned. He had been attached to an infantry company as a reconassaince scout, but was unofficially out the chain of command when SI:7 needed someone who fit their criteria for a mission of being both highly skilled at assassination and entirely expendable. Years before, Jon had rejected the recruitment efforts of Mathias Shaw, and instead had begun an affair with the woman he wanted. Shaw had (in Jon's opinion, at least) sought revenge by assigning increasingly dangerous missions to Chess in an attempt to get him killed. Jon's survival vexed Shaw, but as it also meant the missions were accomplished, so Shaw didn't complain too much - he just found another mission to send Chess on.

Eventually, the Lich King was defeated and Jon was sent home, scarred in mind and body. Eventually his mind was healed, and his body scarred even more. He opened the doors of a private detective agency, and began using his skills to help people.  It felt good to help people instead of kill them, although being a private investigator was not without it's own health hazards.  Jon worked as part of the Kul Tiras secret service as part of the Azeroth Ale Society until they vanished during the Cataclysm. SI:7 and Mathias Shaw continued to send him on missions, although as clients. Jon met the woman Alia Atherton, and the two of them became entangled romantically. Jon Chess began accepting missions from Genn Graymane via his daughter, Tess... who also was his compatriot in the Hall of Shadows, as part of the Uncrowned.

Then Jaina came back, and sent to Kul Tiras as an emissary to pull them back into the Alliance. Graymane sent Chess as part of per entourage under his cover identity as an Agent of Cheese, charged by them to build a network of informants - and specifically, to safeguard Jaina.  Ultimately Jaina, with Jon's help, routed out the vipers in the Kul Tiras government and helped install Jaina as the Lord Admiral.  Jon worked once more for both Jaina and the Kul Tiras secret service.

Until the Mawsworn, minion who serve the Jailer, ruler of the Maw, destination for the damned in the afterlife, had swept through both the Horde and Alliance, capturing Thrall, Baine Bloodhoof, Jaina Proudmoore, and Anduin Wrynn. The Mawsworn also attempted to capture Tyrande Whisperwind, but she slew her attackers.

Genn Graymane had once more reached out to Jon, and sent him to Northrend to combat the resurgance of the Scourge and the Cult of the Damned, both of which now served the Jailer and are commanded by the Mawsworn. Jon found that the same things he had learned were effective in the battle against the Lich King were just as effective still.  Jon chuckled to himself - the F.R.I.E.D high-explisves he had become so fond of in fighting the Horde in the defense of Darnassus were even more effective against the Scourge. Chess also had a weapon now he had not had in the "bad old days".

He had a wife.  A wife raised by the Kirin Tor, and who had taken service with Jaina Proudmoore when the naga had opened a hole in the ocean and wrecked much of the Kul Tiran naval forces. A wife who was as coldly beautiful as the storms of ice and cold she used to great effect against anyone who stood in her way. A wife named Alia Atherton Chess.

So long as Alia stood beside him, the blizzards of Northrend were like a summer breeze to Jon. Together, they would fight their way into the Shadowlands and recover Lady Jaina, and bring her back - or make her abductor pay dearly.

Jon was not very good at being a hero - but he was very, very adept at vengeance.

Waltzing in the Shadows

The Bargain (smut)

(My gratitude to the player of Alia Atherton, who allowed me to write her character in compromising situations LOL)

When the man most knew as Jon Chess came to consciousness in his bed, he could not move his wrists more than an inch.  While he had slept deeply - and Jon did not often sleep deeply - someone had used strong silken ropes, of the kind used to tie soft night robes together, to secure his arms to the top of the bedposts. Likewise, he found that his legs had been immobilized in just the same way, using more silk sashes. Neither his arms nor his legs had any bend to them, but while they were forced to a relaxed maximum extension, neither his arms nor legs were painful. He tested the bonds to no avail; they were secured firmly, and he would not be leaving without outside assistance.

Even if the restriction had been painful, Jon would not have noticed; when he had come awake, the first thing he had noticed was the scent of feminine arousal. The status of his limbs had been almost immediately banished as an afterthought. He felt the weight of someone straddling his chest, and when his eyes had truly opened and focused, the first sight which greeted him was a familiar feminine body and pair of milky white thighs leading to the apex covered in dark plum-colored panties that sat high on her waist. The panties were made of soft, laced Mageweave, which did little to hide that the public mound beneath it had been shaved bare. The gusset of the panties was quite obviously soaked with the woman's arousal.

At least that would have been quite visible, if not for the womanly hand with long, slender fingers that had snuck their way inside the panties, and were now busy stroking gently at the woman's clitoris and labia.

A familiar and beloved giggle caught Jon's attention. "Oh good, you're awake!” crooned the soft, dulcet voice of his wife, the chest-nut haired Alia Atherton. She removed her hand from its play, and stretched out across his chest, smiling like the cat with the cream as her violet eyes met his. Her breath had the slightest hint of fruity wine and chocolate indicative of a glass of [Lagrave Stout], her preferred drink. “You will forgive me if I could not wait for you...I got excited as I tied you off. First your hands and then your ankles...But then you took longer than I planned to wake up...I was afraid I used one too many drops of the Lethargy Root extract in your thistle tea...You made me worry!” She added with a pout, her eyes going all doe-like before the lustful fire returned.

Jon kicked himself - he was the one who had taught his Beloved about the use of his alchemy setup and supplies, almost as soon as he had moved into their Wizards Watchtower in the Elwynn forest. Jon had not felt comfortable with having his distillation equipment around their residence without her knowing - at least in theory - about the uses of his various reagents for various poisons and venoms, and the antidotes thereto. He had never thought for a moment that she would use that knowledge on him.

Well, maybe the antidotes part, but still...

Alia flicked his nose with a playful giggle, leaving a heady smear of her arousal on his nose as she sat back up, grinding down his member as she readjusted. He could feel the wetness and heat of her entrance press down on him. A hunger that had little to do with nutrition or proper food swept over Jon like a tidal wave. He tested his bonds again, but to no avail; his Beloved had been quite thorough in her knot-y play. Likely another thing Alia picked up by watching him.

"After you had been ‘secured’ I thought I would take my position and patiently wait for you to awaken. I thought of all the fun I was going to have with you helpless, at my mercy over a glass of wine, and well... it proved too much for me to wait.” She informed, ending the sentence with a moan as her fingers delved once more into her intimate flesh. “I hope you aren't disappointed in my lack of modesty… or self-control?"

Jon's eyes reluctantly traveled from the fascinating, if marginally obscured, finger-play up over Alia's soft, white form. Alia was not trained for heavy combat, but rather in the use of arcane knowledge, and as such her body was soft and supple, with her belly slightly rounded and her hips pleasingly wide. His eyes continued up to her chest. Her breasts were perfect, at least in Jon's estimation; they were slightly larger than would fit in a wine cup, firm and pleasingly soft, with nipples They were encased in the lace Mageweave cups of her brassiere, which held them proudly as if offering them for some fortunate fellow to taste. The lingerie set had been a gift from Jon, who enjoyed that it encouraged her sensuality, and made her feel as desired and desirable as Jon found her. Feeling sexy and desirable was, after all, the point of sensual lingerie.

It had taken some time for the normally demure Magna to come around, but when she did, Jon remembered how Alia had told him that she enjoyed moving while wearing this bra, as the soft lace moved across her sensitive nipples, stimulating her with erotic feelings all through the day.

"Cat got your tongue, my love?" Alia teased.

As with the panties, the lace of the bra could not hide that her nipples were both quite erect, possibly because of the material rubbing against them, but also because her other hand was busy squeezing her breasts and pulling and twisting at the nipples gently. Jon grinned; as Alia's arousal grew, she liked her breasts treated with more authority and roughness, almost as if she was welcoming being punished for such wanton behavior.

Alia looked down at her husband with a look that conveyed both love and desire. "Oh, Jon... This feels so good. My fingers inside me and stroking my little clit... but somethings missing. It’s not as good as when you do it...with your fingers- your tongue- or your cock... but still...no complaints."

"You know, I'd be more than happy to help you with that, Beloved, "Jon informed Alia needlessly, his voice hoarse with lust.

"Oh, I know you would..." chuckled Alia, a delightful smirk on her lips. She leaned back atop Jon, and the fingers which had been playing with her breasts reached behind and stroked his erect phallus gently. "Trust me, I have many, many plans to make full use of you for my pleasure... in my own good time." Jon loved to hear her throaty laugh, even when it was at his expense; he had gladly played the buffoon for her amusement in the past, and he was delighted - if aching for a more full involvement - by her enjoyment.

She stroked his aching cock gently, as if it was her favorite delicate toy, and not to be risked being broken. Jon moaned at her teasing, and apparently, that was the reaction for which she had been waiting for, as she crooned. "Does that feel good, my love?  As good as this feels for me?" The fingers stroking her labia and clitoris stopped, and the hand withdrew from her panties. Before Jon could feel disappointed, her flavored fingers traced his lips and wiped her scent on his upper lip and just below his nose before feeding him her fingers. "Help me clean up, won’t you..." She moaned, loving the feeling of Jon's mouth and tongue desperately devouring her fingers, eager for her taste. “I need my fingers clean before I get them dirty again." With a heavy breath, she withdrew her fingers and reached for her panties, dragging them to one side, leaving her bare to Jon's hungry gaze.

"Now it is your turn, I think," she said as her fingers returned to her opening, and spread herself open wide.

Alia inched herself forward far enough that if Jon strained his neck upwards, and extended his tongue as far as it might go, he would be rewarded with his tongue being able to reach her. She moaned lewdly as he did just that, stroking her hard clitoris and tracing a line from her clit to the tiny patch of skin between the bottom of her cunt and her asshole. Jon used the tip of his tongue to penetrate into her as far as he could, perhaps slightly less than the length of a finger-segment. Her scent was, as she well knew, an incredible aphrodisiac to Jon, and she stroked his cock firmly now, feeling his cockflesh tremble with desire.

While Jon tongued her snatch, Alia braced herself on the bed and returned two fingers to her opening, and Jon licked her fingers as they traveled deep into herself. "Do you want more, Jon?” She asked, her voice heavy and full of need. Even too far away for maximum effect, she was addicted to the pleasure Jon loved to inflict with his mouth.

"Yes," Jon growled menacingly as if somewhere the Gilnean had become afflicted like many of his countrymen.

"Then you must...oh fuck Jon, just like that...You must promise me something first." Alia moaned.

"Anything you want, Beloved!' promised Jon, knowing that she was about to ask for something that Jon likely would have granted to her willingly without the extortion, but unwilling to ruin her game.

"I... I will tell you- in ah- a moment-Fel I can’t wait-” Alia stuttered.

"I’ve got you. Now cum." He gasped as she lost control of herself, thrusting herself more fully onto his mouth and tongue. He felt her release, felt her hand clutch his cock almost painfully, and felt her cunt bring forth fresh honey to coat his lips and tongue. Wave after wave of her orgasm wracked her body as she rode Jon's mouth, and he thanked the Titans that the pain in his cock from her grasp prevented him from cumming as well; her orgasm often had that effect on him even when his cock was not touching anything. Jon craved Alia's orgasms more than his own. He needed to feel that his wife not only felt loved but satisfied as often as he could manage. The only thing better than her cunt on his lips was her cunt, along with the rest of her, wrapped around his cock.

Alia, removing herself from Jon’s greedy lapping, moved down and for a moment Jon thought he might get his wish, till she took Jon's cockspike between her juice covered fingers, teasing just the tip. It wasn’t what he wanted, what he needed at that moment, but it was close enough to drive him mad. He pulled and twisted at his bindings in exquisite frustration.

Alia ran a hand over his leg, stroking to calm him, if only superficially. It was more for herself; Drugging, tying Jon up, and driving him into a lust-filled frenzy was only part of her plan. She considered all of that the easy part; the hard part was just ahead.

She was going to seriously ask Jon for a child.

Alia wasn’t sure when it had started, but she began to notice the overwhelming question pressing in on her shortly after one of her closest friends revealed she was with child. Alia and Jon had discussed children on several occasions, and it all came back to the same thing; The world was always in too constant an upheaval, and that bringing life into this chaotic world while both of them were in active service to the Lord Admiral was irresponsible. This was not even going into the risk that the process of childbirth would bring to Alia herself. But despite this, Alia still wanted to try. In her eyes, the world wouldn’t be safe until they made it safe. Until they stopped and no longer sought out the life of adventure. There was always the risk that Jon’s history with the denizens of the shadows would rear its ugly head, or there would be some calamity or threat that could not be ignored, but for Alia, there was no use hiding from what might be in order to protect a future that has yet to exist.

The history of Azeroth had plenty of examples of the folly of that logic.

She focused on the haze brought on by the wine and her own lust to push aside the doubt, smiling coyly, “You have earned this... it is only fair that I repay the debt...." Taking the base of Jon’s cock firmly into one hand, Alia ran the bottom of her tongue down his shaft, coming back up for a deep breath before wrapping her lips around his cock and taking him deep into her throat. She held there for a moment, spasming around his cock once, then twice, then three before pulling back, maintaining the suction as she gasped for air.

Jon was throbbing now, his cock was solid like a rod, and the tip was an angry purple. There was a low groan that bled into a growl with each word,” Beloved, please,” He begged, moaning when she started to deep throat him again, but in stages rather than all at once,” Tell me you want from me, my wife.”

Alia moaned, her tongue swirling and lapping at the tip for a taste of his precum. “Oh, Jon, my husband, I want......I want you to breed me. I want to have you plow my fertile womb with your seed. ”

Jon shuddered,” But Alia, the thistle tea-”

“I replaced your supply of-” She gasped as her excitement seemed to peak with the admission,” Thistle tea ‘bout a week ago... What you have been drinking has no more birth control..." 

Unable to wait for his response, Alia moved up and mounted Jon's cockspike, crying out in pleasure.

"I want you to give me your child, Jon... fill me...promise me..." she said as she began to grind hard upon Jon's cock.

"Yes, Beloved...I promise- I am yours to command... take what you will of me... drain my cock of seed into you..." Jon moaned back, following her motions to establish a rhythm. Still sensitive from her previous orgasm, it did not take Alia long to crest again, and the convulsions of her cunt reduced Jon's control to naught.

"Breed me, Jon!" Alia raked her nails down his chest as she practically screamed at her mate.

Jon had no words, but howled like his Afflicted countrymen as he came, ropes of his seed filling the womb of his wife, her own orgasmic contractions drawing it deep inside herself. Sated, Alia collapsed on to Jon, not noticing that he wrapped his arms around her.

He nibbled and kissed her lips and face, holding her close as she burrowed contentedly into his chest. Jon was uneasy, to say the least, about the idea of them having children while both of them were active duty. Still... Alia was young, and quite obviously had wanted to revisit the issue, regardless of Jon's fears. If Alia was brave enough to bear Jon's child, then Jon would have to match her courage, regardless of his fear of leaving their children parentless because of the dangers of their profession. Perhaps she was correct - it seemed to Jon that there was always some world-ending crisis. They might be dead of old age if they waited for peace and safety before having children. Jon would just have to "man up".

He felt eyes on him, and he looked down into Alia’s exhausted but content gaze.

“I didn’t completely destroy the tea...just hid it with my inscription supplies. Just in case.”

“Not to worry, mi corazón. You drove a hard bargain. I’m proud of you.”

Alia hit Jon’s chest as best she could, and they both burst out laughing.

Stormwind Orphan Storytime

The fellow named Jon Chess had finished handing out cheese wheels of fine aged Cheddar, Dalaran Sharp, and Alterac Swiss to the children of the Stormwind Orphanage.  Jon was known as a regular visitor, for he had once been an inmate... occupant of one of the beds there, and still thought of the other Stormind Orphans as his little brothers and sisters.  The children sat in a circle, munching on their cheeses, for they knew what happened next when the Cheese Man - or so they called him - visited.

A story!

Jon sat down at the head of the story circle, and in a soothing voice redolent of warmth and humor, began today's story.

"Once upon a time, a young mage was given instructions by the head of the Westfall Brigade in sentinel Hill to take a message to the Mayor of Lakeshire, in the distant Redridge Mountains.  The mage was shapely and beautiful, with long ginger air and purple eyes that were full of mischief and mystery, and her name was Alia.  

As she crossed the long amber grass of the hills of Westfall, a pack of coyotes wanted to eat her!  They gave chase, running swiftly on their four legs.  When she saw them, the mage started to run for the river - if she could cross the river, she would be safe!  She had almost made it when she heard the panting growls of the coyotes, who were close enough to snap at her heels.  She was she afraid?  Not Alia!  She cast a spell, encasing the legs of the coyotes in ice, while she ran forward and with a single leap crossed the river into the Elywnn Forest, singing "I will not be your lunch with parsley and sage! You can't catch me, I'm the Ginger-haired Mage!"

The mage had made it as far as Goldshire when an ancient scholar and lore-master saw the intelligence and knowledge in hey eyes and was determined that she should become his apprentice and wife!  He drew close, offering her a Scroll of Intellect, but before he could come close enough to cast a spell of Charming on her, she ran swiftly away, as graceful as a deer, singing "You cannot tempt me with words on a page! You can't catch me, I'm the Ginger-haired Mage!"

Deep in the Elwynn Forest, a leader of the Defias Brotherhood named Dead-Tooth Jack was lonely. He was determined to capture himself a bride - or at least a woman! Then he saw a beautiful young mage going from the Tower of Azora to Lakeshire. He ordered his bandits to capture her. They gave chase, running as fast as their legs could carry them.  When the mage saw them, she ran down the road singing and *blinking* "I will not see a prison or cage! You can't catch me, I'm the Ginger-haired Mage!"

She crossed out of the forest and started climbing the hills that led to Lakeshire, the town on the banks of Lake Everstill.  At the top of the hill, she found the remnants of a great battle.  A man was on the ground, wounded and bleeding, surrounded by a score of dead gnolls.  She marveled at the bravery of the man, and her kind, tender heart was filled with pity.  The mage had a Potion of Healing, and she thought perhaps she could help the man before it was too late!  She knelt by his body, and before she could react, the fellow put his arms around her and kissed her!  The fellow had been feigning his wounds and had killed the gnolls as part of a clever trap to claim her as his own Beloved.  Alia was flattered that he would go through so much trouble to catch her and thought him very brave for fighting the gnolls to make such a convincing trap, so she returned his kiss.

The rogue - for surely such a trickster must have been a scoundrel indeed. "With guile and toil I earned my wage - a price without equal!  A Ginger-haired mage!"

And they lived happily ever after... or at least until the Ginger-hair mage turned the Rogue into a sheep as punishment for his trick.  But that... is another story!"

Happy Winter Veil from Jon and Alia!

Granted, the context is more Retail than Classic, but still...

I call this: Jon unfairly assaulting Alia with snowballs as an unprovoked attack on a blameless mage, who shall nonetheless undertake her vengeance!"

Pondering in the Shadows.

The man named Jon Chess stood on the balcony at Ravenholdt.  From the outside, Ravenholdt was a fortified manor from another era, from when the kingdom of Alterac was a proud, strong member of the Alliance. Once upon a time, before the orc migration from another world, Alterac and Stromgarde were fierce rivals. The borders between the two kingdoms were always vague, as the mountains were never the kind of terrain where borders could be clearly marked and enforced.  Skirmish after skirmish ranged over both sides of the mountains.  Perhaps this antipathy foreshadowed the betrayal of the Alliance; Stromgarde was devoted to the success of the Alliance, after all.

King Aiden Perenolde had always been a reluctant member of the Alliance, evading confrontations he did not think himself capable of winning and avoiding a military confrontation with the Horde whenever possible. During the Second War, the Horde was in the ascendency, and King Perenolde supplied the Horde with information in exchange for the survival of the kingdom. Perenolde arranged for a convoy of high elves passing through Tarren Mill to be ambushed by forest trolls, organized a peasant revolt in Tyr's Hand to cover mining operations there, and attempted to assassinate Uther the Lightbringer by employing pirates to tamper with the Order of the Silver Hand.  The Horde passed through his kingdom unopposed when he garrisoned the northern mountain passes and left the southern passes undefended. The Alterac forces fought alongside with the Horde in open treason.

Stromgarde destroyed Alterac.

During the Second War, Ravenholdt and its league of assassins remained true to the Alliance, spying and fighting a covert war in the Shadows. They were condemned by the other Alteraci nobles.  After the destruction of their kingdom, the nobles of Alterac became base, unsubtle criminals called the Syndicate, seeking to take from the Alliance in general and their old enemy Stromgarde, in particular, where could by assassination and brigandage.

Ravenholdt has stood alone since then - the destruction of both Alterac and Stromgarde, and the proliferation of the Forsaken and ogres in the region had left them an island in the middle of chaos.  Goblin, troll, orc, sin'dorei were just as welcome as the races of the Alliance in its halls, devoted to their shared craft, Horde and Alliance conflicts not forgotten but suspended for the survival of Ravenholdt and it's devotees. Ravenholdt was the foundation and the power behind the Uncrowned, and their secret Hall of Shadows.

Jon Chess was a card-carrying member of the Uncrowned and occasionally employed by both Princess Tess Greymane and the Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras, Jaina Proudmoor. He had been trained for service at the behest of Elling Trias by Ravenholdt to help the fledgling city-state with a covert operative that Jaina could trust as she trusted Trias, who had served the Alliance as spymaster before he retired from what some called "the Great Game". After the destruction of Theramore, Jon had spent years killing the Horde in revenge for the death of his city, his home, the woman he loved, and the family-of-choice they had built as operatives under the cover merchant company called Universal Exports. When Jaina had returned to Kul Tiras, Jon had returned to her wrist like the bird of prey - the Rook - that had been his alias for so long.

During the years when his fingers ran red with Horde blood, he had focused on two specific factions within the Horde he held responsible. First, had been the Bilgewater Cartel and the pirates which had laughed with glee as they had dropped the destructive mana bomb.  The second had been any orc with loyalty to Garrosh Hellscream, who had ordered the destruction. Thrall had killed  Garrosh Hellscream, and the Bilgewater Cartel had been deserted by Jastor Gallywix and had been replaced by Gazlowe, former mayor of Ratchet.

There was only one person remaining on Jon's long list of targets - the Sin'dorei archmage and traitor to the Kirin Tor, Thalen Songweaver. Thalen had been the architect of the mana bomb which had destroyed Theramore, and had even been part of the delegation dispatched by Dalaran to magically strengthen the northern gate. He had appeared to be a loyal member of the Kirin Tor, but instead weakened the gate. He was captured but freed by the Horde. 

Thalen returned to Silvermoon , and was approached by Warlord Zaela, who was gathering a raid of True Horde loyalists to free Hellscream during his trail for war crimes.  Thalen and the other loyalists served as a distraction during the trial, leading to Garrosh's rescue at the hands of Kairoz and Wrathion. That was the last Jon could trace his whereabouts; it was as if he had fallen from the face of Azeroth.

But Jon would find him, even if he had to storm the gates of the afterlife.  One more act of justice for the dead of Theramore. 

Cheese Monograph (by Elling Trias)

"The making of cheese is a multi-step alchemical process, and takes weeks, months, or even years to produce the desired product. There are several common steps to the crafting of cheese; culturing, coagulation, draining, scalding, and ripening.

The beginning of the cheesemaking process is to culture the cheese. The cheesemaker brings milk in the cheese vat to a temperature required to promote the growth of the culture, which may be the native culture of the cheese, or an additive of starter stock from various herb extracts, such as Peacebloom. When the fermentation of the culture is at an appropriate level, the cheesemaker adds rennet, which is produced my extraction from the fourth stomach of baby cows, lambs, or goats (the age of the calf will determine the strength of the rennet, which in turn will widely affect the flavor of the cheese). This is the coagulation of the cheese, and the fermenting milk will form into cheese curds. These curds are drained through cheesecloth, and the dehydrated curds are then scalded. Scalding involves cutting the curds into small cubes (the process called "cheddaring", where the curds are cut, turned, and stacked) and then heated to about 100 degrees. The scalding the cheese produces whey, which is drained from the curds, which are then milled into ribbon shapes and mixed with salt. The salted 'green cheese' curd is put into cheese moulds lined with cheese cloths and pressed overnight to allow the curds to meld. The pressed blocks of cheese are then removed from the cheese moulds and are waxed. The cheeses are then stored for maturation, which may take varying times in accord with the type of cheese.

Common types of cheese made throughout Azeroth include:

Darnassian Blue - Darnassian Blue cheese is made from a mixture of sheep and nightsaber's milk. The final product is spotted or veined throughout with blue or blue-green mold, and aged in the caves east of Auberdine. The characteristic flavor of Darnassian Blue tends to be sharp and a bit salty. The smell of this food is widely considered to be pungent, even compared to other cheeses. It can eaten by itself or can be crumbled or melted over foods.

Dalaran Sharp - Dalaran Sharp is produced primarily in the areas around Ambermill area, although some does come through Southport from Pyrewood by merchants whose sense of timing is precise. This cheese is colored a deep orange by annatto, an extract made from the silverleaf plant, and often packaged in black wax.

Dwarven Mild - Dwarven Mild is produced from goat's milk, and like all chesese made from goat's milk, has a slightly tart flavor. It is usually packagewd in red-wax encased wheels of great size.

Stormwind Brie - Stormwind Brie is a soft, cows' milk cheese. It is pale in colour with a slight greyish tinge under crusty white mould; very soft and savoury with a hint of ammonia. The white mouldy rind is moderately tasteful and edible, and is not intended to be separated from the cheese during consumption.

Fine Aged Cheddar - This cheese is made from cow's milk, and matured longer than most, giving it a delicate, subtle taste.

Alterac Swiss - This cheese has a distinctive appearance, as the blocks of the cheese are riddled with holes known as "eyes". Alterac Swiss is known for its nutty, bittersweet taste. Since the destruction of Alterac, most of this type of cheese is produced in the Southport region in Hillsbrad.

Garadar Sharp and Mag'har Mild Cheese - These two cheeses were first produced by the Mag'har orc tribes in northern Nagrand, and much of its production comes via the black market activities around Halaa.

Spiced Onion Cheese - This cheese is produced almost exclusively for Brewfest by Ironforge clans, and is flavored with herbs, spices, and onions. Many dwarven clans have their own jealously-guarded recipe for this seasonal delicacy."