Post by Grokus on Jun 25, 2007 16:18:19 GMT -5
(not 100% happy with this one but it is very important to the lore of Grokus, so here it is))
“My brother, it is now up to you....” Grokus heard as he was on the back of Rhoak riding to Orgrimmar, begging for forgiveness as he fingered the long scars on his mounts back; knowing just who had made them. Not being able to stand anymore talk Grokus closed his bag in which his stone was kept, Dralto’s voice would be a distant echo.
Grokus riding blindly as he thought back to all he had done welled up inside him and his eyes teared at the death and destruction he had caused. Rhoak knowing exactly where to take Grokus, in the valley of honour, paid no heed to the clumsy attempts of Grokus to steer him. Rhoak took Grokus just behind the recruitment building where a certain fire sat, long since put out. Grokus, when in eye site of the fire jumped off Rhoak, running as fast as he could to it, he saw the dead fire, missing his Tabard.
“The Ancients guide me, show me the way.” Grokus said dropping to his knees at the dead fire, his hand deftly starting a new one. “I remember so much, so much...so much pain...and death...and tears” he said, breathing in the smoke to make it the main reason his eyes were watering “....never my own...what has my soul become...what do you seek, how may I redeem myself...My love for the fire consumed me...The water cleaned my eyes” he dropped to a low bow in front of the flames “I again see all the power of all the ancients, yet see nothing in the fire…” Grokus said as he felt the anger well in him again as he was shown no sign “What do you want!?” he said coughing as he leaned closer to the fire, the heat singeing his hair as he grabbed a flaming piece of wood and held it tightly in his hand. “More pain?” he yelled at the lifeless fire “More of this?” he said as a cool light filled his body, the pain in his hand lessening as he dropped the wood back into the flames.
“Well, yer body still accepts de blessin's” Salthair’s voice rang out “Dat be de relief” he said looking at Grokus.
“Salthair...what has happened...” Grokus said in half disbelief that the troll priest was even there. “I remember it all, but do not remember making the choice...”
“No, Someone did dis to ya but Ya bin released from yer trall.” Salthair said absently mindedly finding a spot to sit by Grokus and the fire.
“The Orc with the Odd eyes...yes...” Grokus said half in thought “Why...and how?” he asked.
“Ya were weak in spirit an' fell under de spell easily, but don’t forget ya DID play a role in it” Salthair replied, removing the cap of his water skin.
“Yes...the anger...Zurasha...” Grokus said with a deep pang of pain and longing in his voice.
“Aye” Salthair said, taking time to swallow a mouth full of sea water. “De anger, Ya were consumed wit it long before dis odder evil” he said. “Zurasha has left us to take a long rest”
Grokus trying to escape the thoughts of Zurasha changed the subject. “The water cleansed my eyes Salthair...I have seen...the power of all the ancients, the power of the fire is no stronger than the others” Grokus said as if it was the first time he knew it was true.
“Den ya have taken de next step” Salthair said smiling. ”De fire, it be powerful, but de Ancients work wit de single purpose.
“I see that now...” Grokus thoughts still flooding into his head made him speak again. “Janka...she will never trust me...I have done horrible things Salthair...said horrible things...”
“True, you have said de horrible tings” Salthair said nodding. “But she may once more stand by yer side. Dough dat gonna take much work and time”
“My mind is a jumble Salthair...” Grokus said as he stared into the flames, his eyes watering again. “I have killed...I was set to kill a boy...10 name days...no older...when I could not, I killed it's mother.” Grokus breathing hard continued “I saw it bleed on my blade, the young one cry, and it made me happy, HAPPY Salthair” He said full of disgust “...I remember the joy in it...was this really in me, did some deep part of me enjoy that?”
“Well...Dat not be his modder, turns out she was....errr” Salthair said trying to find the best way to explain Grokus.
“She was what?” Grokus asked still staring at the flames.
“Hmm, how do I put dis...” Salthair said slowly “Ya know who Onyxia be?” he asked, looking at Grokus
“A fabled Dragon...I have heard of it yes.” Grokus replied without removing his eye sight from the flames.
“Yeah, well apparently she be Onyxia” Salthair said matter-of-factly “She keep foolin' de humans” he finished smiling at the thought.
A long pause followed what Salthair said; Grokus seemed to be thinking hard on it “I trust you would not lie to me Salthair...but she was flesh and bone...I watched her body crumple” Grokus said after a long pause; he continued slowly, not wanting to insult Salthair. “Do not try to make me feel better…If it was the boy’s mother I should live with the pain I caused.”
“Yah, an' ya got lucky, dat time ya didn't kill an innocent” Salthair said mournfully. “Ya gots much to atone fer”
“I do have much to atone for...I threw my Tabard away here...I left the faith...I did it of my hatred...will the Ancients forgive such an affront?” Grokus said, finally looking at Salthair.
“Interestin' dat ya ask” Salthair said smiling again “like our dead friend, Dralto, back dere say, everyone deserves de second chance” He added as he reached deep into his pack, fishing out something and quicky holding it up, a gold cloth slightly burned. “De Ancients sent me ta dis spot where I found dis” Salthair said holding out the tabard for Grokus.
Grokus reached out his hands slowly, his face in a painful grimace he meant to be a smile, quickly pulling his hands away from the cloth. “You will allow me back? after all that has happened?” Grokus asked.
“Like I say, ya gots much to atone fer” Salthair said while gesturing for Grokus to grab the tabard. “But de Ancients have put us on de pat ta save ya, so dey must have furder use fer ya” he finished; dropping the cloth into Grokus’s hands, then pulled a skin of water from his belt.
“I shall do my best.” Grokus said before putting on the tabard, smoothing it out to the best of his ability letting his fingers take in the damage that he had caused to it, mournfully taking his hands away as he bowed to Salthair as the troll poured salt water over his head. “Thank you Salthair...I must go clear my mind...I thank you for this...” Grokus bowed low, hands still fumbling with his charred tabard.
“Go prey” was the last thing Grokus heard before he left Salthair’s eye sight
“My brother, it is now up to you....” Grokus heard as he was on the back of Rhoak riding to Orgrimmar, begging for forgiveness as he fingered the long scars on his mounts back; knowing just who had made them. Not being able to stand anymore talk Grokus closed his bag in which his stone was kept, Dralto’s voice would be a distant echo.
Grokus riding blindly as he thought back to all he had done welled up inside him and his eyes teared at the death and destruction he had caused. Rhoak knowing exactly where to take Grokus, in the valley of honour, paid no heed to the clumsy attempts of Grokus to steer him. Rhoak took Grokus just behind the recruitment building where a certain fire sat, long since put out. Grokus, when in eye site of the fire jumped off Rhoak, running as fast as he could to it, he saw the dead fire, missing his Tabard.
“The Ancients guide me, show me the way.” Grokus said dropping to his knees at the dead fire, his hand deftly starting a new one. “I remember so much, so much...so much pain...and death...and tears” he said, breathing in the smoke to make it the main reason his eyes were watering “....never my own...what has my soul become...what do you seek, how may I redeem myself...My love for the fire consumed me...The water cleaned my eyes” he dropped to a low bow in front of the flames “I again see all the power of all the ancients, yet see nothing in the fire…” Grokus said as he felt the anger well in him again as he was shown no sign “What do you want!?” he said coughing as he leaned closer to the fire, the heat singeing his hair as he grabbed a flaming piece of wood and held it tightly in his hand. “More pain?” he yelled at the lifeless fire “More of this?” he said as a cool light filled his body, the pain in his hand lessening as he dropped the wood back into the flames.
“Well, yer body still accepts de blessin's” Salthair’s voice rang out “Dat be de relief” he said looking at Grokus.
“Salthair...what has happened...” Grokus said in half disbelief that the troll priest was even there. “I remember it all, but do not remember making the choice...”
“No, Someone did dis to ya but Ya bin released from yer trall.” Salthair said absently mindedly finding a spot to sit by Grokus and the fire.
“The Orc with the Odd eyes...yes...” Grokus said half in thought “Why...and how?” he asked.
“Ya were weak in spirit an' fell under de spell easily, but don’t forget ya DID play a role in it” Salthair replied, removing the cap of his water skin.
“Yes...the anger...Zurasha...” Grokus said with a deep pang of pain and longing in his voice.
“Aye” Salthair said, taking time to swallow a mouth full of sea water. “De anger, Ya were consumed wit it long before dis odder evil” he said. “Zurasha has left us to take a long rest”
Grokus trying to escape the thoughts of Zurasha changed the subject. “The water cleansed my eyes Salthair...I have seen...the power of all the ancients, the power of the fire is no stronger than the others” Grokus said as if it was the first time he knew it was true.
“Den ya have taken de next step” Salthair said smiling. ”De fire, it be powerful, but de Ancients work wit de single purpose.
“I see that now...” Grokus thoughts still flooding into his head made him speak again. “Janka...she will never trust me...I have done horrible things Salthair...said horrible things...”
“True, you have said de horrible tings” Salthair said nodding. “But she may once more stand by yer side. Dough dat gonna take much work and time”
“My mind is a jumble Salthair...” Grokus said as he stared into the flames, his eyes watering again. “I have killed...I was set to kill a boy...10 name days...no older...when I could not, I killed it's mother.” Grokus breathing hard continued “I saw it bleed on my blade, the young one cry, and it made me happy, HAPPY Salthair” He said full of disgust “...I remember the joy in it...was this really in me, did some deep part of me enjoy that?”
“Well...Dat not be his modder, turns out she was....errr” Salthair said trying to find the best way to explain Grokus.
“She was what?” Grokus asked still staring at the flames.
“Hmm, how do I put dis...” Salthair said slowly “Ya know who Onyxia be?” he asked, looking at Grokus
“A fabled Dragon...I have heard of it yes.” Grokus replied without removing his eye sight from the flames.
“Yeah, well apparently she be Onyxia” Salthair said matter-of-factly “She keep foolin' de humans” he finished smiling at the thought.
A long pause followed what Salthair said; Grokus seemed to be thinking hard on it “I trust you would not lie to me Salthair...but she was flesh and bone...I watched her body crumple” Grokus said after a long pause; he continued slowly, not wanting to insult Salthair. “Do not try to make me feel better…If it was the boy’s mother I should live with the pain I caused.”
“Yah, an' ya got lucky, dat time ya didn't kill an innocent” Salthair said mournfully. “Ya gots much to atone fer”
“I do have much to atone for...I threw my Tabard away here...I left the faith...I did it of my hatred...will the Ancients forgive such an affront?” Grokus said, finally looking at Salthair.
“Interestin' dat ya ask” Salthair said smiling again “like our dead friend, Dralto, back dere say, everyone deserves de second chance” He added as he reached deep into his pack, fishing out something and quicky holding it up, a gold cloth slightly burned. “De Ancients sent me ta dis spot where I found dis” Salthair said holding out the tabard for Grokus.
Grokus reached out his hands slowly, his face in a painful grimace he meant to be a smile, quickly pulling his hands away from the cloth. “You will allow me back? after all that has happened?” Grokus asked.
“Like I say, ya gots much to atone fer” Salthair said while gesturing for Grokus to grab the tabard. “But de Ancients have put us on de pat ta save ya, so dey must have furder use fer ya” he finished; dropping the cloth into Grokus’s hands, then pulled a skin of water from his belt.
“I shall do my best.” Grokus said before putting on the tabard, smoothing it out to the best of his ability letting his fingers take in the damage that he had caused to it, mournfully taking his hands away as he bowed to Salthair as the troll poured salt water over his head. “Thank you Salthair...I must go clear my mind...I thank you for this...” Grokus bowed low, hands still fumbling with his charred tabard.
“Go prey” was the last thing Grokus heard before he left Salthair’s eye sight
