the steamy romance novels which you can find in the game and we had such a good laugh that

I figured that all of you should know the stories. It’s about a man named Marcus that

has some...special kind of adventures within warcraft and his story is so brilliant that

it can’t just be told. You have to experience the story so we brought some friends together to bring

you the story of marcus as described within the steamy romance novels. Lets discover what

he has done in Warcraft and try to figure out who exactly he is since that’s still quite the mystery.

It’s a little bit different from what I usually do so I hope you’ll enjoy!

Our journey begins simple and yet gives a clue as to what marcus is. It’s the original steamy romance novel...

As Nahni glided up, the grizzled warrior gave her a hard stare. "I suppose you're here to

collect the reward for killing those murlocs?"

Her eyes wandered down to the glowing broadsword at his side. "That depends on what the reward

is, Marcus." She twirled her hair playfully, pretending not to notice how he shifted uncomfortably

in her presence. "I may not want it."

Marcus stepped toward her, bristling with a mixture of fear and anger. "The reward is

not negotiable!" He paused for a moment while gathering his nerve, and pressed himself against

her diminutive form. Their lips met hotly, melting her frost armor spell in a torrent

of sweltering vapor.

"So, is there another step to this quest?" she teased, her eyes glittering with excitement.

<This goes on for several hundred more pages, without advancing the plot.>

So marcus apperantly is a quest giver and he sends people away to kill some murlocs.

His rewards are a little bit different from what we recieve ingame, but it’s just the

first clue. The next story shows us what faction he belongs to, it’s A Steamy Romance Novel: Hot and Misty.

Marcus galloped on his warhorse towards the remote building, bringing an almost imperceptible

flush to one of the curvier guards as he passed. He dismounted and handed his reins to the

ever-present stablemaster, placing one hand on her shoulder before speaking.

"Kama, have you considered our last conversation?" Marcus asked, furrowing his eyebrows in mock seriousness.

Kama rolled her eyes, her Pandaren markings exaggerating the movement. "I doubt my life-mate

would think much of it." Marcus let out a bellowing laugh, looking

over his shoulder as he walked away,

"I'd still like to meet her one day!"

The Tavern in the Mists was unusually crowded, and he pushed his way through the crowd until

he stood in the shadows of a dark corner. An exotic voice purred his name, "Marcus,

it is good to see you again." Marcus smiled and squinted as his eyes adjusted

to the absence of light.

"Madam Goya, the pleasure is all mine."

She dipped in a polite bow; Marcus felt a sudden warmth as he was reminded why the term

bouncy was often used to describe the Pandaren. He bowed in kind, catching Madam Goya's hand

and kissing it gently, never shifting his gaze from the hulking bodyguard standing behind

her, a single scar between his watchful eyes. "So, Marcus, can I interest you in something...

special? I'm afraid the usual cannot be offered today." Marcus did not miss her emphasis on

'the usual', nor the deep regret that laced her words. Their eyes met once again and he

squeezed her hand before letting go.

"If that is your will, may I see what else you have to offer?"

"There are several magnificent pieces of armor, a tiny companion, and even an exotic mount,"

Madam Goya answered, her typical playfulness quickly returning. She paused and held a hand

to her chin, feigning thoughtfulness. "But my most valuable treasures are located upstairs."

Marcus's eyebrows lifted comically and his eyes widened before his expression settled

into gleeful acceptance.

"Until we meet again, then."

Her eyes fluttered and Marcus found himself walking up the stairs of the strange tavern.

Waiting in the room at the top were two beings of such beauty that he nearly stumbled on

the final step. One had long flowing hair the color of the Sunwell itself, and the other

kept her ebon hair cropped short. After several long moments of wordless, lust-filled glances,

a realization struck him: he was looking into the face of the enemy! He unsheathed his mighty

sword, bathing the blood elves in its pulsating glow.

The elf with radiant hair spoke first, "Goodness, it looks like someone is ready for battle."

She placed her hand on the tip of his sword, lowering it with gentle pressure as she crossed

in front of him, always keeping her head cocked in his direction. "Do you believe in love

at first sight? Or should I walk by again...?" Marcus leaned in close, carelessly pressing

the hardened steel against her. He whispered something quietly in her ear and pulled away,

eagerly searching her face for a reaction.

"No. No. I won't do that... but my sister will!".

The dark-haired one silently raised a single eyebrow, nodding and shrugging her delicate

shoulders at the same time. With a subtle gesture, her body glowed with an intense inner

fire, burning away what little clothing she wore. As Marcus's muscular arms wrapped around

her, she whispered something to him. A symbol, unseen by Marcus, momentarily appeared above

his head and surrounded him in a white glow.

"That... that feels amazing. What did you do?" he asked.

"Fortitude, my lord. You will need it." It was then that he noticed she was literally

levitating off the ground, weightless in his arms. His mind began to spin as countless

scenarios played out in his head. His strong hands began to...

<The remaining pages are shrouded in mist.>

Clearly Marcus is part of the alliance, but when it comes to love, factions mean little.

They set the war aside for a moment and engulfed themselves in what ever was shrouded by the

mists. Marcus doesn’t confine himself to factions nor does he just share his love with

those born on his planet. That story is told within A Steamy Romance Novel: Blue Moon

Tail swooshing and hips swaying, the curvy figure walked purposefully across the lake

toward the man resting by the shore; rising quickly as she approached, he appeared visibly

happy to be in her presence. Blue arms flowed over his shoulders as a smooth tail coiled

seductively around his waist. "Why must I travel so far to be meeting man like you?"

Her voice carried a strong, alluring accent.

Grinning wildly, he gently pushed her away, openly staring as the light caught her features.

"Up here!", she exclaimed in playful anger.

With a helpless shrug, he reached into his pack and pulled out a small pouch.

"My wonderful Soola, I've brought you something." Confidence wrapped his words like a steel

blanket. She plucked the tiny bag from his hands, excitedly

pulling it open and revealing a citrine pendant.

"Oh... Marcus, you shouldn't have."

The usual teasing was gone from his voice, "Every facet lights the sky, and my heart,

with your beautiful reflection."

Soola frowned. "Uh... no. I meant you really shouldn't have. I could craft something better by accident."

For the first time, possibly ever, Marcus looked hurt. His shoulders slumped slightly,

the cocky, ever-present grin missing from his handsome face.

Soola opened her mouth to speak, smiling warmly; a glowing rune appeared above her eyes.

"I don't think I can mend your feelings, even with my Gift."

Despite the statement, her words seemed to do the trick. Marcus smirked roguishly as

he adjusted his leg plates, "Well you aren't the only gifted one."

Silence penetrated the room with palpable force as the conversation shifted to the language

shared by all races of Azeroth.

Minutes became hours, until their passionate dialog was interrupted by lightning streaking

from the cloudless sky, thunderously slamming into the lake's surface and bathing them in steam.

"Is something wrong?"

"No my Marcus, you're just off to a great start..."

The remaining pages have been thoroughly destroyed by the elements.

The Draenei Soola was one of the few able to shake marcus his confidence, but her gift

of the naaru was able to mend his pride. As I was reading these stories on stream I couldn’t

believe that they were all about one guy, all about Marcus until I came acros the next

story and a glimmer of hope rose up. It’s A Steamy Romance Novel: Big Brass Bombs

The tough little goblin walked purposefully into the engineering shop, raising her eyebrows

at a few items as she approached the shopkeeper.

"How's it going, Jack?" Her voice seductively brushed his pointy ears with the rough texture

of someone who inhaled too much motorcycle exhaust.

The goblin called Jack looked up and grinned. "Revi! It's going much better since you just

arrived." Jack set his arclight spanner on the table. "What can I do ya for?"

Holding her elbow in one hand, Revi tapped her chin lightly. "I'm not real sure. Ya got any specials?"

"Are you kidding? I've got the best deals anywhere!"

"Just got these in this morning, in all sorts of colors. Small red rockets, got some in

blue and green too." Revi's disappointed look was not missed by the expert shopkeeper, and

he quickly upped the ante. There was a loud 'thud' as Jack dropped something on the table,

"I call it The Big One," he said. "It's goblin only, very difficult to find."

"Nice, very nice," Revi said, sounding unconvinced. Her eyes wandered a bit.

"Okay, fine. I can see you're a goblin of superb taste." Jack looked around conspiratorially

before carefully laying out a new item, buckling the table with an ominous creak. "It's called..."

Jack paused for dramatic effect, "The Bigger One!"

Revi's eyes widened in surprise. "Is that... is it... real?"

Feeling the advantage, Jack allowed himself to relax a bit. Putting his hands behind his

head and leaning back in his chair, he replied with lazily narrowed eyes, "It's 100% goblin

parts, baby. Natural resources." After a moment of hesitation, Revi reached

out and gingerly stroked the smooth yellow surface. "I'll take two!"

"Excellent! You know, if you like that, you might be interested in some hardened adamantite

tubes. They can enhance the effect."

Revi nodded excitedly and looked behind Jack at something on the wall. "What is that?"

"Oh, those are for reviving dead people."

"Can they be used on someone while they're still alive?"

Never wanting to miss a sale, Jack responded without missing a beat, "Oh sure! Tell you

what. You get all this stuff, and I'll throw in a pair of mayhem projection goggles for half the price!"

Revi pulled out a sack of coins that made Jack drool. "Why not? Motorcycle sales have

been good this year."

As Jack quickly tallied the total, he asked, "This must be one serious raid or somethin'?"

"Nah, I got a blind date with a guy named Marcus tonight."

"What about that guy from the motor club you was datin'?"

The leather-clad goblin scooped up her bag with one arm, and held up an outstretched

hand. "He never put a ring on it. A girl's gotta have her priorities."

Jack smiled and shook his head as he watched her walk out of the shop.

So close, we were so close to getting a story without marcus but nope, the goblin Revi was

getting ready for her date and the toys will probably make it very, very interesting.

Marcus gets even freakier in the next story... A Steamy Romance Novel: Forbidden Love

Ah'tusa crept silently through the massive underground tunnel, nervously looking over

her shoulder in anticipation of the fast moving tram. "Where is he..." she muttered angrily,

stopping suddenly as something moved behind her. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as her

dagger slid from its sheath.

A husky voice echoed in the hollow chamber, "I thought rogues liked to be behind their target."

She spun quickly, driving her blade into a shield of impenetrable force.

"And I thought paladins were supposed to be chaste." she replied with a confident smirk.

Leaning forward, she counted out loud until the invisible bubble dissipated with an audible pop.

"Twelve seconds? I know you have abilities that last longer than that."

Bony fingers worked effortlessly beneath his armor, unlatching his breastplate and exposing

him to the cold air. "Don't worry my sweet Marcus, that's not a finishing move tonight...

I'm just getting started." He wrapped his arms around what remained of her waist, forcing

an excited giggle as he nibbled at her neck vertebrae.

<The rest of the book has several sections that are apparently worn out from repeated readings.>

You should have seen the shock on my face when I realised that Ah’tusa was actually

a forsaken. I guess everything goes in Warcraft and now we also know what class Marcus is,

a paladin, and considering what he’s up to that might be a very good thing. A paladin

always brings his own hand of protection, but that’s not the only way Marcus uses the light for..uhm... shall we say his love?

That story can be found within A Steamy Romance Novel: Northern Exposure

The tiny gnome peered over the railing into the secluded Dalaran courtyard.

"The view from the balcony is amazing. You have to come see!"

Armor legplates creaked as Marcus walked over, taking in a deep breath as he absently scratched

his scruffy chin.

"The Hero's Welcome is no slouch. And there's something in the room that might interest you."

Tavi bounded into the room, pausing only a moment before jumping onto the massive bed.

She turned to gaze at Marcus with her huge saucer-like eyes, narrowing them playfully

and replacing her glowing smile with a diabolical grin.

"Interested in some more company?" she purred as her hands weaved through a complex summoning

ritual, stopping only when she felt the warmth of a new presence behind her.

All color drained from Marcus's face as he struggled to protest.

"I... I don't think that's appropriate."

Confused, Tavi turned to see what was wrong. A hideous fel hound stood ready, drooling

onto the floor as it stared intently at the half-armored paladin.

"No! No that's not what I meant." she stammered as she dispelled the hungry demon. "I'm sorry,

that's not really my specialty...." Marcus took both her hands in one of his as he reassured her,