Post by Lilitha on Dec 8, 2006 12:05:09 GMT -5
A warm, gentle wind massaged the back of a female orc’s neck as she sat underneath the waterfall in Orgrimmar. The feeling of sincerity slowly coursed through her body as the wind swept across her body. The wind encircled her, the sounds just beyond its walls slowly being silenced. As the last drops of noises were eked out of existence a vision began to fill her mind’s eye.
She saw the rise of a new sun over the land of Kalimdor. The light from the rising sun blinding her for a moment as the vision changed to reveal the forests of Ashenvale. Her she relived the most painful experience of her life. She saw the corruption of the Warsong Clan. The red of their eyes glowed against the shadows of the trees and their skin changed to resemble the eyes. This was the blood-curse of the orcs being unleashed.
Horror filled her veins as she watched the scenes of corruption and death plague across the forest. Against the burning trees a small, green dot was seen far off in the distance. As if on queue, the vision took her to the spot at which the green dot had emerged. The female orc was now looking at herself, ten years before. The young orc looked up with a smile as she led a large group of her brothers and sisters out of the forest and to safety.
The vision now took her to a location she had never before seen. There was nothing but farms and dead grass as far as she could see. A stack of smoke rose from the horizon as many specs of life rushed to see what was happening. Humans, dwarves, gnomes and night elves piled into the burning town, each equipped for war.
A blood curdling cry was emitted from within a large group as the members of the Alliance were being pushed back. By what, she could not see. Many of the defenders were tossed to the side, thrown in the air, or crushed under the might of the attackers. This was an onslaught. Finally, all the Alliance lay sprawled across the ground, motionless, dead.
Several Horde stepped over the lifeless bodies. They all wore an identical cloth over their chest armor. On this cloth was an Orcish rune that meant ‘lost blood’. With a roar of triumphant a call of victory bellowed from the group, “For the Horde! For the Bloodlust Clan!” With that the vision had one of the warriors remove their helmet and look up at the female orc. It was her. This was Lilitha Stormcaller. This was the Bloodlust Clan.
Like the wind that had brought it, the vision drifted away and sound flooded her ears. A male orc with the ‘blood’ rune on his tabard was looking at her from on top of a rock, avoiding the waterfall’s spray.
“Chieftess Lilitha, it’s about time. We're ready to march."
She saw the rise of a new sun over the land of Kalimdor. The light from the rising sun blinding her for a moment as the vision changed to reveal the forests of Ashenvale. Her she relived the most painful experience of her life. She saw the corruption of the Warsong Clan. The red of their eyes glowed against the shadows of the trees and their skin changed to resemble the eyes. This was the blood-curse of the orcs being unleashed.
Horror filled her veins as she watched the scenes of corruption and death plague across the forest. Against the burning trees a small, green dot was seen far off in the distance. As if on queue, the vision took her to the spot at which the green dot had emerged. The female orc was now looking at herself, ten years before. The young orc looked up with a smile as she led a large group of her brothers and sisters out of the forest and to safety.
The vision now took her to a location she had never before seen. There was nothing but farms and dead grass as far as she could see. A stack of smoke rose from the horizon as many specs of life rushed to see what was happening. Humans, dwarves, gnomes and night elves piled into the burning town, each equipped for war.
A blood curdling cry was emitted from within a large group as the members of the Alliance were being pushed back. By what, she could not see. Many of the defenders were tossed to the side, thrown in the air, or crushed under the might of the attackers. This was an onslaught. Finally, all the Alliance lay sprawled across the ground, motionless, dead.
Several Horde stepped over the lifeless bodies. They all wore an identical cloth over their chest armor. On this cloth was an Orcish rune that meant ‘lost blood’. With a roar of triumphant a call of victory bellowed from the group, “For the Horde! For the Bloodlust Clan!” With that the vision had one of the warriors remove their helmet and look up at the female orc. It was her. This was Lilitha Stormcaller. This was the Bloodlust Clan.
Like the wind that had brought it, the vision drifted away and sound flooded her ears. A male orc with the ‘blood’ rune on his tabard was looking at her from on top of a rock, avoiding the waterfall’s spray.
“Chieftess Lilitha, it’s about time. We're ready to march."