Triumph of the orcish hordes
~ year: 2002 | Georgi's age: 17Unedited things the way they were in the late 90s and early 2000s
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Finally the great day approached - the Orcish Hordes attacked upon the once prosperous human world of Azeroth. First it was the dark shaman - Ner'zhul, who opened the rift between his cursed world of Draenor, and that of the humans. Now, after so many years passed, while he was communicating with the same dark necromantic human mage that helped him with the opening of the rift, called Medivh, we stand ready and now in the human year 583 we will strike only one but final blow against those weak fools. We used this foolish enough mage to learn much about the human culture.
Their elders say that thousands of years ago, Dragons ruled Azeroth. The other continent, called Kalimdor, was the homeworld of the race of the Night Elves. The Dragons used to protect this world from the demonic consuming powers of the Burning Legion. Those strange creatures were led by their commander - lord Sargeras - lord of terror, hatred and destruction, consuming thousands of worlds until now�
It is also said that they could enter your realm only if you have used dark destructive spells. That was just what the Night Elves did, but without realizing it. Once the Burning Legion arrived he left destruction in his wake, hatred flew in the air above him, and terror cleaned the ground from all living creatures, until he met the Dragons. These two powerful races fought for generations, until one day, the Dragon Queen Alexstrasza took the command over the Dragon forces. She led them in hundreds of glorious battles and after banishing the daemons from this world, they entombed their leader in a massive tomb in the middle of the Great Sea. The Night Elves, however, having knowledge of what they have done, moved towards the lands of Quel'thalas, and uniting with the dwarven lords become the so called High Elves, who promised not to use magic ever again.
It is our time now. We must go through the Dark Portal, opened by Ner'zhul, and then seek the hidden tomb of Sargeras. Once we free him, Ner'zhul believes he could use Sargeras' demonic skills for our own purposes. With the help of this newfound powerful ally, none shall stop us from destroying the humans and opening new rifts to other worlds as well.
I, the writer of this book - Kil'jaeden - warchief of the Laughing Skull Clan, say that tomorrow the first orc will be sent through the portal. Ner'zhul chose the leader of the Warsong Clan - Grom Hellscream to test the effects of the portal travel, and in the same time manage to solve a serious task. Grom must not only travel successfully, but also seek the human traitor-mage Medivh. Only by killing him we could be sure of a safe travel. Otherwise we cannot risk the life of our shaman warchief.
This is it! Grom has just gone through the portal. Now the only thing we could do is to wait and pray that he succeeds in his mission. Ner'zhul said that Hellscream will have no more that 3 days. After that the dark shaman will seek contact with Medivh and all will be lost...
Today, after 5 days and a half long and tiring waiting, Grom Hellscream returned. This day shall be our most important one, or as the humans say national holiday. As Grom Hellscream said - Medivh is dead and the rift is still opened. The year is 583, the day 219. Many generations will have knowledge of this great day. This will probably be our triumph, the triumph of the Orcish Hordes. Unfortunately I wasn't able to talk to Hellscream yet. The shaman asked him for a private meeting. Tomorrow, however, we will hear our destiny...
As I went through the Dark Portal - Grom Hellscream began his noble victorious story, - I was stunned and shadows crawled over me. The spirits of the Twisting Nether were taking me with them. I just passed out and ... the next time I woke up I was in the middle of a huge green field. The Portal was right behind me, so I thought my trip was successful. As I looked up I saw awful things in the sky - its color was perfect blue, with a giant orange-yellow ball that was extremely powerful. Perhaps that was the Day Moon of this world? What kind of world is this place anyway?! Everything is shiny, lightful and ... green. Damn, I didn't think this quest was going to be so difficult...
My first, but unwanted stop was a small village on my way to the human tower-town of Stromgarde, where I was supposed to meet Nielas Aran - royal conjurer who is told to know the location of Medivh's mage tower. So I guess my primary objective was to slay Medivh himself, but on that quest I did need some serious help though. May be this Aran guy will know of someone worthy, or at least he will help me himself. But all those thoughts should have been very far from me. The human peons, called unknown why "peasants", welcomed me very well. They said they've never before saw orc so I told them a little bit about our once shamantic culture. Those humans have interesting food, though! They eat the free and flying birds, the green bushes and other green-like plants. I started to have second thoughts about their membership of the mammal kind. They are so weak, pathetic, but in the same time so proud, honorable. I also did get accustomed to living in this green and light world. Perhaps this wasn't so bad world after all... The time has come, after those 2 day, to depart for Stromgarde. The peasants gave me map, because they thought I was going to meet their king and thus talk about my orcish nation to decide our destiny.
Whole one day I spent walking, always to the west. Finally when the Day Moon was setting down, I saw in the far distance gigantic and really high towers. I decided to sneak when the Day Moon fully disappears. After a short and needed rest, until the Day Moon was completely gone, I proceeded forward to my destiny. It was easy to find Aran - the peasants told me where I could find him. Just as our shamans said, Nielas already knew of my visit and quest. We quickly managed to understand what each one of us wanted, because the target was common. He wanted, just like me, to slay Medivh for betraying his nation. Nielas said that Medivh was dealing with dark necromantic spells, so this point was important for me. I really started to think whether it is right to free so powerful demon, like Sargeras, and ensure the doom of this world. That, however, was another far from me thought at that time, though. One thing was sure - we were going to slay Medivh.
The same evening, at midnight, we went outside Stromgarde and in friendly and pleasant conversation we walked to the north until the Day Moon, which Nielas told me to call SUN, rised again. We approached the dark magicion's tower. The guards were still sleeping, no magic traps occured, it looked like Medivh expected no assault. Again I remembered how careless were the humans, although I realized there are different types of people. Their nations and even towns aren't so united as the Orcish Hordes are, but there are people who are trustworthy, honorable and generous. I liked those! They reminded my of the Horde what it used to be before that stupid necromancer Ner'zh... what was I doing? I don't know. But feeling of contradiction between my old self and the nowadays image of me appeared. Perhaps the spirit of Sargeras didn't need to be freed. Perhaps it was free already. Questions, question and questions and again and...
-What are you doing? - Nielas looked through my eyes deep in my soul. I know he knew what I thought.
-It's nothing. - I answered coldly and strong enough to stop any further questions - Look! The SUN is about to rise. Let's not waste time.
The next 15 minutes were as swift as nothing else was. I just didn't even understand what happened. It was just some 15 minutes of hard thinking. Decisions were needed to be taken. During all that time Nielas showed me the room of Medivh. He said I had to go alone and kill the traitor. I did so. I just entered and stabbed the bastard with my obsidian orcish SHAMANTIC knife. Again I remembered of the old shamantic days of my tribe. I was filled with anger. The one thing that woke me up from my thoughts was Medivh's death. It was the most terrible thing I've ever seen. He kept cursing and trying to hold my hand while the dark shadows of the Nether were slowly draging him in the infinite circle of time. This horrific moment passed, though. Nielas entered the room and asked me whether I thought about Sargeras again. I was stunned. This conjurer was not only conjurer after all. Why did he know what was happening in my soul? What were the problems that tormented me.
-Yes, I did! And I decided, too. None shall free the demon. Even if I have to fight against him.
-That was just what I wanted to hear my ... friend. You chose the way of the light. You may feel proud, and your children will surely do.
There was nothing left to say, so we quietly moved away from the tower. The guards still were sleeping, and still there were no magic traps. Just one doomed soul found its proper place. It was the early morning of day 4. The trip was not as fast as the first one. I noticed strange matter, though. My companion was kind of gaining powers as we walked further and further into the green woods. He then told me he was elf, and further more father of Medivh. Questions, again appeared, but he read them directly from my mind like from an open book. He told me how Sargeras, before he was entombed within the Great Sea, corrupted Medivh - the son of Nielas Aran and Aegwyn the Protector of this world. That was why Medivh was closed in his own tower, fighting the necromantic and demonic powers within him. He chose the wrong way, though. The way of evil. That made up my final decision.
Half day after we were at the Portal. I told Aran to close the portal when I give him sign. On second thought I could give him no sign from Draenor, so everything had to be perfectly good done. I told him to close the rift exactly 27 hours after I enter it. After a quick good bye with this surely noble man I followed my destiny. Now, just after some stupid 30 minutes, members of the Horde, Ner'zhul shall enter the Dark Portal, and as the leader of the Orcish Hordes will lead us to the human world of Azeroth to bring destruction to the humans and doom to the whole world of Azeroth. I have already chosen my destiny. It is your time now. You may either tell my whole story to Ner'zhul, because when yesterday I was with him I lied that everything is ready and Sargeras should be easily freed. This option will get me easily killed. The other way is to keep this in really deep secret for approximately 20 minutes. After that me or Kil'jaeden will take the role as SHAMANTIC warchief of the Horde.
As I, Kil'jaeden, and the rest of the orcish hordes heard this we all without even think for a second shouted positive answers to Grom's question. Some said Dabu, others Liopta, but all agreed his plan. And so we decided to wait and see.
Ner'zhul that necromantic bastard is entering the Portal. As he makes his first step we will be free once again to return to our positive shamantic culture. Ner'zhul's first step will be the Horde's largest journey into the land of the free. And here he goes. With his face smiled with grim and evil smile, he disappeares into the Nether. Now all is up to Nielas Aran. No one knew why, but happily just after 2 minutes the rift exploded and Ner'zhul was trapped into the Twisting Nether for ever. The face of Nielas pictured into the Night Moon of Draenor. That was when this same Night Moon was called Aran, after the name of this great "royal conjurer". As for the Orcish Hordes, we lived for eternity in the Red World of Draenor. The Warsong and the Laughing Skull clans were the leaders and they first returned the cult to their abandoned shaman culture, then they were followed by the lesser clans, and this was the Triumph of the Orcish Hordes.