We set out as a band of reavers in the wind on a quest with as prime target a shiny new mount. On the very first night we dissected every single achievement Garrosh had laid out for us, and kept on hopping from boss to boss like a group of spring locust. It became lucid that we would not simply be done in one run, we had to become the Paragon. So we came back, seeking for blood and kept on swarming the same wing until all could go home on the back of Galakras. Mind you, it was not an easy task. They tried to manipulate and poisen our minds by bugging out on the way! In the end we hit play and repeat seven times, but we got what we came for. An effort to be framed as a nice painting!