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“The refuge’s defenders have done their best to blunt the iron dwarves’ attacks, but we keep losing ground inch by inch. My men are hardy, but not tireless. Without reinforcements, it’s only a matter of time until we will be overrun. Would you lend your skills to the refuge’s defense? It would greatly improve the morale of the defenders and give them — and me — hope of mounting a counterattack.
Kill any of the stormforged or their creations you encounter outside the refuge.”
-Bouldercrag the Rockshaper
Bouldercrag the Rockshaper wants you to slay 10 Stormforged Attackers and return to him at Bouldercrag’s Refuge. You may kill either Stormforged Raiders or Stormforged Reavers.
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Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
Quest Giver: Bouldercrag the Rockshaper — Bouldercrag’s Refuge, Storm Peaks [31, 38]
Objective: Slay 10 Stormforged Attackers (either Stormforged Raiders or Stormforged Reavers) and return to Bouldercrag.
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Lore & Context
The Stormforged are iron dwarves serving Loken, the corrupted titan Keeper. They drove Bouldercrag’s earthen out of Ulduar and continue to assault the refugee outpost. This quest is your first push-back in what becomes a long counter-offensive chain culminating in the defeat of the Iron Colossus.
The Reavers are mechanical constructs (iron golems), while the Raiders are the iron dwarf foot soldiers. The distinction matters for Hunters and Rogues: Reavers cannot be tracked with Humanoid Tracking, but Hunters can track them with Track Mechanicals.
Explore the Storm Peaks’ hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Storm Peaks Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War Journal“The refuge’s defenders have done their best to blunt the iron dwarves’ attacks, but we keep losing ground inch by inch,” Bouldercrag said. “My men are hardy, but not tireless. Without reinforcements, it’s only a matter of time until we will be overrun.”
He said that flatly, in his own hall, with his own people standing within earshot of it.
“Would you lend your skills to the refuge’s defense? It would greatly improve the morale of the defenders and give them—” He stopped there for a moment. “—and me—hope of mounting a counterattack. Kill any of the stormforged or their creations you encounter outside the refuge.”
And me. He put that in the middle of the sentence.
The Snowdrift Plains below the refuge are where the fighting has been going on long enough that the ground has stopped looking like ground. Raiders come at you straight and Reavers come at you two at a time and neither is difficult. The problem is that there are always more of them and never any more earthen.
Ten of them, out in the open where the defenders on the wall could see it happening.
“You’ve given the defenders something to cheer about,” Bouldercrag said. “Seeing the enemy fall by your hand has reinvigorated them and bolstered their courage.”
He is running out of stone, and out of men, and out of ground. What he has not run out of yet is the thing his people feel when they watch a fight go well, and today he spent some of that, and it will need spending again tomorrow.
Bouldercrag had already worked out where to strike instead, because the irons were running a mine down there worked by Slaves of the Stormforged.
