Post by zildijin on Oct 24, 2006 21:49:51 GMT -5
My name, was Kanza, and this is my story.
Hyjal, one word in which shutters my very thoughts. Blood, gore, demons from worlds which have no name. Archemond... the meaning of evil. But before i begin.... my History.
I had fought on the plains of many places, my fellow trolls, had become my Brethren, we watched each other in combat, and made sure we went out as we came in, proud, and full of bloodlust.
I had joined the Military after my mother and father had been slain by Demons from the Burning Legion. My only wish was to slay as many demons as i could. That oppurtunity would come to me in short bursts.. untill Hyjal. Our group of warriors was to be sent into Combat at the first sign of Archemods approach towards Hyjal. I was not scared, i had no emotions at that moment, all i wanted was killing. And i got it.
The Fight was brutal and lasted for hours, all of my Brethren were around at first, but as the time passed away, so did they. I had been surronded by demons, but then, Archdruid Malfurion Unleased Hyjals Primal Fury. No one except who was there could of imagined the sight, it was Glorious and Horrifying at the Same time, demons being ripped asunder and fallen warriors of the Alliance and Horde were slowling being dissolved into the ground.
Azeroth was ours once more.
After Hyjal, i never wanted to see such a sight again, i took all i ever owned and made a new life, as a hermit in the Mountains of Stonetalon. Kanza, the name brought memories of the Horrid thoughts at Hyjal, so i changed it. Zildijin was to be my new name. Then as the moon was setting, strange whispers in the wind were heard, and i thought it was my gruesome memories coming back to haunt me once more, it wasnt. It was the call of the Earth Mother....
Hyjal, one word in which shutters my very thoughts. Blood, gore, demons from worlds which have no name. Archemond... the meaning of evil. But before i begin.... my History.
I had fought on the plains of many places, my fellow trolls, had become my Brethren, we watched each other in combat, and made sure we went out as we came in, proud, and full of bloodlust.
I had joined the Military after my mother and father had been slain by Demons from the Burning Legion. My only wish was to slay as many demons as i could. That oppurtunity would come to me in short bursts.. untill Hyjal. Our group of warriors was to be sent into Combat at the first sign of Archemods approach towards Hyjal. I was not scared, i had no emotions at that moment, all i wanted was killing. And i got it.
The Fight was brutal and lasted for hours, all of my Brethren were around at first, but as the time passed away, so did they. I had been surronded by demons, but then, Archdruid Malfurion Unleased Hyjals Primal Fury. No one except who was there could of imagined the sight, it was Glorious and Horrifying at the Same time, demons being ripped asunder and fallen warriors of the Alliance and Horde were slowling being dissolved into the ground.
Azeroth was ours once more.
After Hyjal, i never wanted to see such a sight again, i took all i ever owned and made a new life, as a hermit in the Mountains of Stonetalon. Kanza, the name brought memories of the Horrid thoughts at Hyjal, so i changed it. Zildijin was to be my new name. Then as the moon was setting, strange whispers in the wind were heard, and i thought it was my gruesome memories coming back to haunt me once more, it wasnt. It was the call of the Earth Mother....