The Shapeshifting Chronicles are stories told in the first-person by two Tauren Druids, brothers in spirit, in their quests though the World of Warcraft.
This is their stories. This is their path.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Ragefire Chasm: Evil boils under our hoofs

“Dearest Naad,
I write to you this letter with my hands still trembling and the sweat of battle still dripping from the tips of my horns. I’ve tasted battle and fear like I’ve never had, and I live to tell the tale. I sit here in front of our Totem in Elder Rise still shaking in mixed emotions of fear and excitement. I cannot wait for you to know the tale I carry to tell.
As you know I was asked by Rahauro, a Magatha Grimtotem servant, to venture into the Chasm beneath the almighty Orgrimmar city to discover the whereabouts of Maur Grimtotem and his unknown discovery inside that hellish tomb. In a short period of time I was able to find 3 more souls to join me in this perilous quest. A young Warlock from the Forsaken, another of his class Blood Elf and a sister of the druid arts joined me willing to put they’re life’s into danger. I must tell you, Warlocks amaze me as much as they scare me. They walk a very thin line between good and evil, making use of dark and ancient arts of witchcraft to inflict curses and everlasting pain into their foes and summoning secular demons to do their biding. I was never at ease close to that babbling imp and that tenebrous voidwalker. Unnatural things I tell you. And they’re ways of combat…questionable to say the least. Nevertheless they’re dedication to the cause was never ever in question. But those demons…. Creepy things I tell you brother.
So against all odds, we ventured into the chasm. The fight was intense from the very start with all sorts of snake-like beasts storming us, as well earth elementals possessed by demon forces and the ugly and nasty troggs. It was hard. I feared for my life and the ones with me all the seconds of the way. There were too many close calls for me to see the Earth Mother in the Spirit Realm my brother. Thanks to our sister regrowth and healing touch I managed to escape death plenty of times. Our bear form is strong and resistant, yet I sense I’m still not that well equipped to perform this multi-attacks in the perfect way. In time…
Not long after we entered that dark place I felt a tauren presence. Yet I didn’t felt life in it. After an hour of fighting and discovering in those labyrinth caves we’ve found Maur Grimtotem. He was dead and over him was still laughing his death a bigger and stronger trogg called Oggleflint. He was insane. Pure rage and insanity poured from his every word and gesture. Once he saw us he attacked in a rage spur that was almost too hard for the four of us to handle. Yet we came out victorious, but I had no urge to cheer. Maur lied dead in the floor. I was to become the bearer of horrible news to Rahauro and Magatha. I picked up his satchel and when I was ready to leave that cursed place we all heard a ragged voice from the center of the cave that chilled our spines. A demon voice witch it’s only purpose was to inflict corruption into the citizens of Orgrimmar without they’re notice. We knew his name. It was Taragaman the Hungerer. We were all tired and almost running out of strength. Some proposed a return to the Chasm after a days’ rest, but I could not sleep sound that night knowing that the Hungerer was still feeding fel words into the subconscious minds of the citizens of Orgrimmar. That had to stop right away. So we drank some fresh water from our pouches, ate some fresh bread and into a fierce battle we walked.
Ahh Naad my brother I wished you could have seen that fight. It was epic! It’s these kind’s of battle’s that legends are made off. But rest assured…I’m pretty confident that fate reserves those moments to you as well.
As soon and Taragaman saw me he came running swinging his gigantic claymore crafted in the furnaces of hell. He missed the first two strike attempts but the third hit me with all its strength. Was sure to die but the healing spells of our druid sister were fast and powerfull. I roared at him with all my might, and between my maul attacks, the lethal shadowbolts and curses from the locks the demon fell into the ground dead. At least for the moment. We all know these demons have the nasty habit to return when we’re not looking. Therefore we will have to remain vigilant over the chasm from time to time, and now I pass that torch to you. It will be your turn soon enough to go down into the chasm and make sure that horrible demon stays dead forever and ever. Yet the leaders of the Searing Blade remain untouched. Bazzalan and Jergosh. But that will be another tale to unfold in a near future.
Walk with the Earth Mother Naad
Your druid brother,
Kayrn Winterhorn”

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