Post by Yagrek on Mar 22, 2006 16:19:08 GMT -5
Lightning splits the clear sky followed by the peal of thunder. A young orc shaman turns his face to the heavens. The Skyfather is angry and he needs to know why. He walks into the hills close to the Crossroads, climbs to the top of one and begins his preparations. A few moments later he’s seated cross-legged before a small fire. He sprinkles some sweet grass on the flames and starts chanting in a low voice, praying for guidance.
Lightning crashes again, setting a nearby tree ablaze. The shaman watches, trying to understand this portent. Suddenly rain starts to fall on the tree, as the wind howls. For a brief moment a vortex of dust and rain are spun around the burning tree. Earth, Fire, Water and Air are moving as one. Understanding starts to dawn in the orc’s eyes as his mind explodes with fragmented visions.
A troll in ragged robes bursting up from beneath the waves . . .
Another troll, her eyes burning with the need for vengeance . . .
A tauren standing steadfast against her unseen attackers . . .
Unearthly creatures, swarming over the rolling plains of Mulgore,
The proud city of Orgrimmar in ruins . . .
Blackness . . . a lightless void . . . darkness consuming all it touches
The familiar sounds of wildlife and the sweet smell of smoke greet Yagrek as he awakens. He’d spirit walked before, but had never received so powerful a vision. He stands and douses the small fire. ‘I must find them’, he thinks, ‘Dark times are coming and there is work to be done, the work of the Ancients.’
Lightning crashes again, setting a nearby tree ablaze. The shaman watches, trying to understand this portent. Suddenly rain starts to fall on the tree, as the wind howls. For a brief moment a vortex of dust and rain are spun around the burning tree. Earth, Fire, Water and Air are moving as one. Understanding starts to dawn in the orc’s eyes as his mind explodes with fragmented visions.
A troll in ragged robes bursting up from beneath the waves . . .
Another troll, her eyes burning with the need for vengeance . . .
A tauren standing steadfast against her unseen attackers . . .
Unearthly creatures, swarming over the rolling plains of Mulgore,
The proud city of Orgrimmar in ruins . . .
Blackness . . . a lightless void . . . darkness consuming all it touches
The familiar sounds of wildlife and the sweet smell of smoke greet Yagrek as he awakens. He’d spirit walked before, but had never received so powerful a vision. He stands and douses the small fire. ‘I must find them’, he thinks, ‘Dark times are coming and there is work to be done, the work of the Ancients.’