The Head of Onyxia
I have a certain love for Orgrimmar. It was the first city I was ever commissioned to photograph, as part of a tourism campaign meant to counter the mercenary crowd that had taken over. It never really did work, not in the tourism sense, but Orgrimmar is still a bustling hub of activity day and night.
One quiet afternoon I found myself sitting on top of the bank, a favorite spot to people watch or to catch candid shots of wyverns taking flight from the tower, and I saw a huge team of peons raising an enormous pike into the air.
Soon, to my delight, the head of Onyxia was raised high above the sun-scored dirt, and the collective cheer that sounded across the commons was a deafening echo that shook the very foundation of the building I sat on.
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