Kiralyn was annoyed. It had all started the first time she went to Ironforge. She had been checking her mail in front of the bank, just minding her own business, when a curious name rose above the din of the Auction House, random passers-by, and occassional duelists going at it on the bridge.

Chuck Norris.

The night elf huntress was certain that the name had to belong to a human. Only humans had such strange family names that seemed to mean absolutely nothing. He also sounded either like an overpowered warrior, a skilled rogue, or an utter buffoon depending on the conversation she overheard.

Kiralyn thought nothing of it, at first. However, then the name kept cropping up again and again in places where large groups of people would congregate. Stormwind... Menethil... Booty Bay...

Even her beloved homeland was not immune to the infection that was Chuck Norris. She nearly choked on her melon juice while visiting Darnassus when she heard a pair of passing Priestesses talking about him. To hear that name falling from the lips of women who dedicated their lives to prayers and praise to Elune...

It was then that the huntress decided it was time to take one of her pets out of the stables and head back out into the wild. However, even then she could not escape the mention of that man. Wherever there were people, there was mention of him.

She overheard goblin traders speak of him in Desolace while getting her armor repaired...

And she heard of him again from a member of her own party while being ambushed by ravenous crabs in Blackfathom Depths...

The final straw on the kodo's back had to have been in Warsong Gulch. It may have been just her mind playing tricks on her (her father always warned her that repeatedly spending too much time as a wisp in that place would turn her mind into scrambled eggs), but she SWORE that the orc shaman dancing over her lifeless corpse had cheered something about Chuck Norris amid his coarse and grating native tongue.

After she was finally returned to life and left that accursed gulch, Kiralyn decided that she needed some time to herself to recollect her thoughts.

So she went fishing.

Her fishing pole in hand, and her lion by her side (as if Pride would ever let his master leave him in the stables where fresh fish was concerned), the huntress set out for the most remote fishing spot she knew of that she could safely reach on her own, namely a small pool of water in a small crater in the middle of the Shimmering Flats on the east side of Thousand Needles.

Everything was going great. She picked up a generous number of mithril head trout, and was entertaining one last cast before using her hearthstone to take her home to Darnassus when she felt a strong tug. Kiralyn was surprised and delighted to find a large chest snagged to the end of her line.

Surprise and delight shortly turned to horror and dismay when the night elf worked the rusty lock open, reached into the chest, and pulled out (by a fistful of hair) a muscular human with reddish brown hair, a scruffy beard, and a strange accent, even for humans.

"Hello there. I'm Chuck Norris. Thanks so much for letting me out of that trunk. I was starting to run out of air there..."