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The Story of Thorevalda (and Icce)

Thorevalda went with Veld to TOC
[(the Trial of the Champion (regular)]
on a "Random" dungeon run on June 21, 2010

 

It was on a clear morning, in the late spring of the year.  The sun was shining and the grass on the plains was green.  The trees were full of leaves, giving shade to any who lingered beneath their boughs.  The sweet smell of flowers blooming drifted on the soft warm breeze that traveled across the land.  Baby lion cubs had been born and many of them were beginning to roam the plains alongside their parents.  The place was Mulgore, the home of the Tauren.

Bloodhoof Village lay in the middle of a huge meadow, not far from Thunderbluff.  Its small population loved their home beside the small lake that teemed with fish.  Its few buildings could be seen from a distance across the open plains.  Those passing close enough by could see the Tauren villagers there going about their daily chores.  Some were training, while others were fishing or cooking.

Over the sounds of the work going on, sudden soft crying could be heard.  Everyone in the village stopped what they were doing and became silent, listening.  Then, an instance later, a second voice joined the first in the crying.  The villagers cheered as two new members of the Tauren race joined the world.  The newborns didn’t know it, but they were to be named Icce and Thorevalda, and they were twins.

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Everyone knows that it’s rare for twins to be born to the Tauren race, and when it does happen it is considered to be a sign of good fortune for the entire race, a good omen!  Everyone knows that good things will come from it.

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Icce and Thorevalda were happy little girls, running around over the meadows near Bloodhoof Village.  Occasionally, their parents would take them up to Thunderbluff to shop.  They longed for the day when they would be able to fly away somewhere on those giant flying mounts, but they were still too young to do that, and having never been far from home there were no flight paths that they could connect to anyway.  When they got older, they would need to run or ride to some other villages to connect.  Of course, they could take a zeppelin from Thunderbluff to Orgrimmar, the capital city of the Orcs, where the Orc leader Thrall resides. 

The girls were nearly identical in looks.  They both had black skin and long black hair that they both wore in two long pig-tails braided to hang down in front of their ears, hanging down in front of them.  Their eyes were the same, their ears were the same.  The only exception to them looking identical was their horns.  Icce had very small black horns while Thorevalda had longer white horns.  No one knew that inside both of them lived a furious dragon, sleeping, to one day be awoken.

 

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Growing up

Icce and her sister Thorevalda had been inseparable from the day they were born and together they had gone up to the great druid trainers in Thunderbluff to train to become druids.  They both loved the skills they were learning and they practised together constantly. 

Thorevalda and her sister Icce had been inseparable from the day they were born and together they had gone up to the great druid trainers in Thunder Bluff to train to become druids.  They both loved the skills they were learning and they practised together constantly. 

Both of the girls loved plants and picked them wherever they went.  Early in life, Icce decided that she wanted to become a healer someday and she went up to see the great druid trainers in Thunderbluff about it.  They weren’t sure she would remain steadfast in her decision and told her to wait a bit, until she was at least level 40 before adding that to her training.  So, all she could do was wait.  Thorevalda didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life, but since she and Icce always wanted the same things it seemed, she figured she would also train to become a healer someday.  But for now, she was content just training to become a druid.

One day, when the two sisters were out together picking plants, they climbed up to the top of one of the ridges and came across a young male Tauren who was fighting for his life against the cobalt miners in that valley.  Neither of them even thought.  They just reacted.  Icce quickly started to heal him, while Thorevalda jumped in to help him fight.  Between the three of them, the cobalt miners were soon all dead and the three of them were able to escape safely. 

As they walked along the trail down the mountain back towards their home, they all started talking together.  Before much time had passed, the girls learned that the young male Tauren was named Rodaren and that he was about their own age.  He told them about his life, where he had been living and about his parents, who had died in a rockslide cave-in when the cave they lived in collapsed.  Rodaren had not been at home when it happened or he would not have survived.  He had no other relatives that he knew of.

The girls told Rodaren that they were twin sisters and that they lived with their parents in Bloodhoof Village, which was close by, and invited him to go back to their village with them.

Thorevalda thought that Rodaren was wonderful as she took an instant liking to him.  She couldn’t help herself. It just seemed destined. And, she was so happy when he accepted the invitation and went with them.

Rodaren didn’t live with Thorevalda and Icce and their parents.  Rather, he lived in a small hut on the edge of the village and he went to work with the other villagers every day.  Before much time had passed, he became a full member of their Village, and it was obvious to all that he liked Thorevalda more than a little bit.  They would often go fishing together and they talked a lot.  Less than one moon later, he asked Thorevalda to bond with him and become his mate, and she accepted.

The wedding celebration and joining ceremony was held beside the lake outside the village on a warm evening.  It was in the mid-fall of the year.  It was a beautiful time.  The tree leaves had begun changing colours and, with the orange sunset that night, it was truly a memorable occasion. 

Rodanen and Thorevalda build a little house not far outside of Bloodhoof Village up against the mountainside and moved into it together.  They were happy there and much in love with each other.  Rodaren encouraged Thorevalda to continue her studies with her sister Icce and the great druids of Thunder Bluff, and she continued to walk up to the village twice a week and go with her sister Icce up to Thunderbluff to train.

A few months passed and it was deep winter.  Thick snow lay on the ground.  Thorevalda was supposed to go with Icce up to Thunderbluff that day to train.  Rodaren told Thorevalda he wanted to go up to the mountain cave and get the minerals from inside it while she was gone, but Thorevalda didn’t think it was safe for him to go alone, and especially not with so much thick snow on the ground.  She encouraged him to agree to wait for a group to go up with him.  She had a gut feeling that told her it would not be safe for him to go up there alone that day.  It was something she could not explain.  All she knew was that she did not want Rodaren to go up to the cave alone, and she had to convince him to wait for a group to go up with him.  After talking with him for some time about this, he agree to wait for a group to go up with him.  She believed him when he promised her he would wait, but that feeling was still in her gut.  She couldn’t make it go away.

But, she believed him when he said he would wait, so she kissed him goodbye and walked down to the village and met her sister, Icce, and the two of them went up Thunderbluff as they had planned.

Thorevalda and Icce had a good day in Thunderbluff, but the whole day long Thorevalda could not rid herself of that awful feeling in the pit of her stomach.  She felt something was wrong, but then she shook her head and said to herself that it was not a premonition, simply her fear that she was experiencing.  She started to mention it to her sister, Icce, but then decided to just ignore it.  She was just being silly.  It was just a crazy feeling.  She just loved Rodaren and didn’t want anything to happen to him.

Although she enjoyed her day in Thunderbluff with her sister, she was glad when the day was finally over and she was on her way home.

When she returned to their home, she found the house dark, no fire was in the hearth, and Rodaren not there.  She looked around and saw that his mining pick was missing.  She feared the worst.  She knew that he had gone back on his word to her and had gone up to the cave alone after all.  “He should have been back home by this time”, she thought.  She knew something was wrong, very wrong. 

Thorevalda left the home at a run, heading towards the mountainside cave, to look for Rodaren.  Adrenaline pumped through her veins allowing her to run even faster.  She came upon Rodaren laying at the base of the hill, covered in blood, and he was not breathing.  She screamed and cried and screamed some more.  She beat on his chest and hugged him.  She prayed to the gods of old and begged them to spare Rodaren’s life, but it was all to no avail.  It was too late.  She threw herself on top of his body and wept and wept.  Finally, after some time passed, she sat up and wiped her face.  She removed her cloak and gently wrapped Rodaren in it.  She then lay down beside him and put her arms around him.  She kissed his face and told him that she loved him and that she would miss him, but that one day she would see him again and they would be together.  Then she got up and gently lifted him into her arms and carried him up to the burial grounds. 

Thorevalda knew that she had to go home.  It was getting cold and there was nothing else she could do for Rodaren.

She walked down to their home and went inside.  It felt empty.  There was nothing there for her.  She was out of her mind with grief.  She didn’t even realise what she was doing, but she was packing up some things in her pack for a long journey.  She sat it beside the door.  She turned and began rummaging in her spare clothing.  She changed clothes quickly and as she did she started to become angry.  Before she knew what had happened, she began destroying things inside her home.  She was getting madder and madder.  Finally a blood rage took over her mind and she was out of control.  She couldn’t control herself over her grief.

Then Thorevalda screamed and then stood silent for a moment.  She walked over and picked up her pack and walked out the door, not even looking back.  She just started walking… walking away.  She had to get away.

 

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5 years later...  Thorevalda was thinking about her past...

As a young Tauren, Thorevalda knew that she was different from other Tauren, for a number of reasons, but her height and her looks were one.  She also had a profound love for plants.  The druids of Thunder Bluff were impressed with this and had started training her, along with her sister, Icce, in the ways of the druids and in alchemy.  She had been dedicated to her work until her partner had died in a freak accident.  She then gave up the ways of the druids and became a wanderer, but she still remained enthralled with her plants. 

Being a wanderer led her into trouble on a few different occasions, but she always got out of the scrapes.  As she wandered around, she had a lot of time to think.  She often wondered what was to become of her.  Her thoughts often took her to the questions of what was her purpose and why couldn’t she find what it was that she was meant to do with her life.  She knew the answers were somewhere out there, that she would find them someday, some place, but where and when?

One morning, she found herself in a back alley of Orgrimmar.  She wandered around and eventually found herself outside of the warriors’ barracks. It was at that moment that she knew this was the place she had been called to.  She knew it was a man’s world being a warrior, but nonetheless, she just walked up to the door and stepped inside.  Immediately it was that two warriors rushed up to her and pushed her out the door, saying “A warriors’ barracks is no place for a woman”.

Upon hearing this, she didn’t think, she just turned and challenged the two warriors to a dual.  They just laughed at her, so she rushed at the two warriors with her bare hands and they were forced to defend themselves.  Although she put up a good fight, the two warriors eventually got her down onto the ground and held her there, both sitting on her to keep her down.  In truth, she had not fought very hard.  She had really only wanted to get them to notice her.

She knew she had to insist that they give her warrior training, and getting the attention of the warrior trainers was what she needed to do.  She knew she had to do more than just lay there and submit to a defeat in order for that to happen too.

Of course, her appearance in the barracks doorway and the shouting of the two warrior trainees plus the ensuing scuffle outside had drawn the attention of the other warrior trainees inside the barracks, and about 20 of them raced outside to see what was going on.  They all got out there just at the end of the fight and saw Thorevalda laying on the ground with the two warrior trainees sitting on top of her, holding her down.  They formed a circle around Thorevalda and the two warrior trainees and started to laugh and jeer, saying insulting things.  They laughed and shouted, thinking it funny.  

It made Thorevalda’s blood boil, but she just smiled at all of them as she got up and dusted herself off.  She knew what she had to do.  She casually bent down and picked up her mace, turned around and, letting out a challenging roar, charged.  The warrior trainees were not prepared for her.  When it was all over, all twenty of the warrior trainees were laying on the ground moaning or unconscious, and Thorevalda was standing there with the mace still in her hand. 

Of course, this scuffle had been louder than the first one and, with all of the shouting and clanging of metal against metal, it drew the attention of the nearby warrior trainers who rushed into the area to see what was going on.  They arrived just as the last couple of warriors hit the ground. 

That was when they saw Thorevalda standing there. They were startled by what they saw.  Bodies were laying all over the ground and Thorevalda was just standing there alone, covered with blood.  It was on her armour and hands, and she looked unharmed.  She still had her mace in her hand.  The red was just leaving her eyes. 

Medics were called to aid the warriors lying on the ground, to tend the wounds of the ones who had gashes and cuts and broken bones, and the unconscious.

They held up their arms to show Thorevalda that they meant her no harm and cautiously walked up to her.  Needless to say, they were all very impressed with what they saw.  That was when they noticed she was a female, not a male as they expected.  This female had been able to best their finest male trainees.  None of them had ever before seen anyone fight with such passion and abandon.

The warrior trainers knew that they had a special one in their midst and they knew they did not want to lose her.  They knew that she was different, and that it was important for them to make her “one of them”, and to do so as soon as possible.  So they took her with them to meet the master warrior trainer.

When they reached the master warrior trainer’s quarters, they explained to him what had happened in the courtyard.  The master warrior trainer raised an eyebrow when he heard the tale, but he knew that his warrior trainers never exaggerated or were untruthful to him, so he believed them.  He looked intently at Thorevalda, a female!  He knew, however, that this female was someone special, someone to be treated with respect.  She was someone who obviously needed to be trained in the ways of the warriors.  He knew that she was going to make a difference somehow.

The master trainer turned to Thorevalda and spoke directly to her, asking her if she would like to train as a warrior and she said, “Yes, I would. That is the reason I approached the warriors at the barracks”.

The master trainer didn’t even blink.  He just turned to the warrior trainers and said, “The trainees that Thorevalda just beat up are near the end of their training and are going to be transferred to Tanaris for patrol and exploration in 4 weeks time.  I want Thorevalda to be trained and ready to go with them.”  and he turned back to his work.  It was the end of the interview.

Although the warrior trainers had seen evidence of what Thorevalda could do, they gasped in disbelief of the formidable task placed before them by the master warrior trainer.  They did not know how it would be possible to train Thorevalda in the ways of the warriors in such a short timeframe, and they questioned, “how are we going to get the warrior trainees to accept her?”  They only knew they had to do it.  No other warrior had ever been trained that quickly, and certainly never a woman.  They doubted that it would be possible to have her trained by the end of the four weeks.  But, since they had been instructed to train her, and to do so quickly by the master warrior trainer himself, they knew they would have to work hard and do their best to make it happen.  They also knew they would have to find a way, fast, to get the other warrior trainees to accept her too.

So, it was that Thorevalda started her warrior training in Orgrimmar that very day.  She trained hard, from sun up to sun set, every day, never complaining of the long hours, ignoring the other warrior trainees.  She practiced the new ways the warrior trainers instructed her, practicing over and over again at each task until she gained a proficiency at it.  She fell exhausted onto her cot every night.  As the training progressed, the warrior trainers saw that she had an aptitude and determination beyond anything they had ever seen before with any other warrior trainee.  They knew the master warrior trainer had been right to push them to train her this way.

They also saw that she had an unusual desire to work with plants, which was unusual indeed for a warrior.  During her rest periods, which they forced her to take during the second week of her training, they often saw her mixing herbs to make potions and elixirs and wondered at this. 

One day, one of the warrior trainers approached her and asked her what she was doing with the plants.  She explained that she was making potions and elixirs that could be used to heal and/or to increase strength or agility, among other things, through the use of the training she had received in alchemy from the great druid trainers in Thunderbluff, near her home.  The warrior trainer was surprised at her answer, but immediately saw the benefit her alchemy training would have to his troops once they were out in the field together, and he made a quick decision.  He decided that Thorevalda should go into the field not simply as a warrior, but also as a combat medic.  She would not only be able to fight, but she would also be able to increase the survivability of her unit with the aid of her plants.  The warrior trainer could see that this would make Thorevalda invaluable to the unit, and perhaps save many lives, and it would, no doubt, influence the other warriors to accept her.  So he encouraged her to continue with her plants and alchemy in her spare time.

The 4 weeks drew to an end and all of the recently graduated warriors were packing up to head out to Tanaris on their first assignment, and Thorevalda was ready to go with them.  It was a long journey from Orgrimmar to Tanaris, taking about two weeks to reach mounted.  Everyone knew it was in the high desert, a far hotter place than the desert around the Barrens, and everyone thought he was ready to face that place, but none had expected to arrive there in that desert place in the midst of a huge sandstorm.

Although they were just outside the goblin town of Gadgetzan when the sandstorm struck, they had to stop and make camp.  They could not go on in the blinding winds.

Everyone, including the warrior trainers who had gone with them to Tanaris, had been looking forward to reaching the town that day.  They were tired of being dirty and sweaty, eating dried rations, and tired of sleeping on the ground.  They were all looking forward to getting a good night’s sleep in an inn, taking a bath, and eating some decent food.

The warrior trainers ordered everyone to stop and set up camp, to wait out the heavy winds of the sandstorm inside their tents before travelling on into town the next day.  All of the unit warriors started to grumble and complain, except Thorevalda.  She just pitched her tent and sat down inside it to wait out the blowing sand.

After several hours, the storm finally died down and everyone was able to get a bite to eat and lay down and go to sleep.  The next morning, they broke camp and headed into town.

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In Tanaris


Every day the unit was sent out on short patrols, and Thorevalda was sent out with them.  There wasn’t much to do on those patrols, just looking over the area it seemed.  Even though they had all watched her train, and had seen what she could do, the unit warriors were still unsure of Thorevalda’s skill and they kept themselves at a distance from her.  They still had not fully accepted her into their ranks.  They were still leery of her, not quite believing her capability or that she was truly “on their side”.  They remained unconvinced that she was “one of them”.  They still thought of her as a mere woman and the weakest of them, but that belief was about to change.

One day, the platoon was sent out to patrol an area south of the goblin city.  They were to go into a mountainous area of the desert where a network of caverns was said to be located and explore the region.  They mounted up and marched out.  After two hours of riding, they came to the base of the mountains where the caverns were said to be located, far from the town.  To a degree, they could confirm what they had been told.  They could see what looked like a black hole in the base of the mountain.  It was low on the mountainside, in the middle of a canyon, directly in front of them.  Deep wide canyons, dotted with clumps of large boulders, lay on either side of the path that led straight to it.  They rode on until they got closer and could see it more clearly.

Seeing nothing out front of the cavern entrance, the troops started marching up to the opening.  But, as they approached and before they reached it, a great gold colored dragon appeared on the ground beside it, flapping her mighty wings, raising the sand up into the air with each powerful stroke.  Then she just stood there.  At the sight of this dragon, the platoon retreated, heading back down the path, back towards town.  They didn’t think they were ready to face this dragon.  But, Thorevalda did not go with them.  Instead, she hid behind a large outcropping of boulders until the troops were out of sight.  Then she stepped out and walked up to the caverns entrance and faced the dragon.  The dragon took little notice of her and let her pass by into the cavern.

There was just one path going down into the cave.  It was long and winding, seeming never-ending.  Thorevalda soon lost track of time.   It was cool walking in the cave and the sand was not hard to walk through although it was loose, and not packed down.  It was light enough too, but that was something that Thorevalda did not think about at the time.  She just walked on and on, occasionally stopping for a short rest, sitting on the sand, and drinking a little of her water.  Although she was not tired from her walking, after what seemed to be a long time, she lay down and slept for some time.  Then she once again started on her journey down into the cavern.

She had no idea how long she had been walking or how long it had been since her unit had gone back to the town, but she did not care.  No doubt, they would not miss her.  She knew that many of the troops wished she was not part of their unit, but she didn’t let it bother her.  Thorevalda just kept walking.  She seemed to be on a mission, looking for an answer to something that she could not exactly recall the question of.  She had to see it through, so she kept walking down into that cavern.

She finally reached a large room at what appeared to be the bottom of the cavern, and, there in the middle of the room was a giant nest that, from a distance, looked to be empty.  No one was around, and there were no dragons in sight, so Thorevalda approached the nest and climbed inside it.  There she found fragments of an egg.  She thought, “So this is the reason why that dragon is protecting the entrance to this cavern.  But where are the babies?  And Why did she let me pass?”

Without thinking, Thorevalda stooped down and touched one of the fragments.  It was as if time stood still.  Thorevalda had a vision of images and an instant pain as her body started to change shape.  She fell to the ground screaming and passed out.  When she awoke, she felt her skin was crawling and itchy, and she felt different.  She felt stronger and she could smell things that she had no recollection of having smelled before.  She could see far away clearly too.  She looked down at her hands and found that she could only see long legs covered with scales.  She was confused, and she started to scream, but before she could do anything, make a sound or even move, a bright light exploded around her and blinded her. 

Thorevalda found herself standing at the entrance to the cavern, standing face-to-face with the golden dragon there, and in her hands was a small golden orb.  At that moment she knew the truth, inside her lived a dragon.

 


(May 31, 2010)

 

(June 5, 2010 - Level 80)

 

(July 8, 2010 - Levell 80)

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3 months later... Still in Tanaris...

The bright sunbeams shot down onto a silent world.  No breeze.  No sound.  In the distance, glimmering and shiny armor could be seen. Two forces, each headed towards the other.  Battle crys.  Armor and weapons clashing rent the air as the encounter started.  Just before the contact, time slowed as one figure stood out from the rest of the horde line.  That figure was taller and bigger than any of the others there.  That figure was Thorevalda and she was in her first full-scale battle.  The fighting was fierce on her flank.  She fought hard and killed many, but their line broke and she was forced to retreat into the rocks behind them along with her fellow troops, to await the start of the next battle. 

During the lull in the battle, her thoughts returned to the night before. A messenger had found her the night before.  He had come to bring her a terrible message: her sister had died.  Thor had been crushed by the news.  It had been so long since she had last seen her sister that she could do nothing but believe the messenger’s dreadful words. 

Thoughts of Icce being dead had kept her awake all night. She had been filled with remorse.  She kicked herself for staying away so long.  She should have gone to see Icce long ago.  She suddenly realized how foolish she had been to have just run off like that without a word.  What had she been thinking?  She couldn’t stop thinking about her life and about how much she had missed by not being around Icce more.  She was ashamed of herself that she had neglected her sister that way.  She wished she had gone back home long ago.  She fell into self-pity.

She had layed on her blanket and stewed the whole night.  The sky had grown lighter, the stars had begun to disappear, and the sun was coming over the horizon when she had come to her senses.  It was suddenly morning and time to get up.  The patrol was going to be marching out to another battle that day and she had to be ready.  She had to get a grip on herself.  As she crawled out of her blanket, her sadness and remorse lifted and was replaced by anger.  She became furious, but she contained her fury.  And, as she got control of her emotions, she vowed her sword would find many thirsty throats this day!  She stood up and started to dress.

It had been an hour later when the company had started marching down the hillside, towards another battle, down to find the enemy.  And, there they were, waiting.  Once again the lines clashed.  Each side fought to break the others line but this time the horde held stronger, and many of the Alliance troops were falling dead on the ground around them. 

Suddenly the lines broke.  There was a terrible roar, a sound that sundered the air like a knife.  Everyone paused and stood still for a moment, looking around to see where the dread sound had come from. 

There, in the middle of the battleground stood Thor.  And as the troops looked at her, she started making her change from mortal to dragon time.  At first, both sides just stood there, starring in wonder as this Tauren became something they had only heard of and believed to have been only an old man’s nightmare tale.

Thor because taller and taller and her shape began changing, scales started appearing all over her body.  Her legs were getting longer and she was growing a tail.  Her arms and her body were changing too.  She was changing shape, and fast.  Everyone began retreating, screaming as they backed away from this dread beast, but no one could take his eyes off Thor.  They were all mesmerized by the sight. 

Then, Thor stood there changed into a mighty dragon, her scales glistening in the sun.  Suddenly her eyes snapped open and a fire could be seen in their depths.  She shook her head and snarled.  She lifted her head.  Her loud bellow rent the air and flames erupted from Thorevalda’s mouth.  Then a sudden flurry of claws and biting teeth ripped into the enemy ranks as Thor let her fury take over.

Everyone was running away, running for their lives. 

At first it seemed that Thorevalda was only going after the Alliance, as many were torn asunder and others were ripped to shreds.  But then her fellow troops realized that she was not attacking only the Alliance.  Thor was out of control.  She had turned on her own ranks as well.  It was a dreadful sight to see.

All the officers there could only think “What has allowed Thor to become this giant dragon?” “How did this come about?” and “How do we stop her?”

What they did not know was that she was attacking because she had suddenly been blinded by her grief, and that deep grief had brought out her inner self, the sleeping dragon had awaken.

Tearing into the enemy, ripping them apart with great swipes from the sharp claws that extended well passed the ends of her thick legs, and biting into them, tasting their hot blood, ripping them apart… all of it sent her further into an all consuming rage.  She was blinded with hatred, and she was consumed by the wrath that engulfed her.  That was the last thing Thor remembered. 

She woke up from pain.  Terrible pain!  She was being beaten by orcs wielding heavy two-handed maces.  She tried to fight back, but she couldn’t.  She was chained to a wall.  She had blood all over her.  She wondered, “What happened?” She guessed she had fallen asleep while in battle and the dragon had been nothing more than a terrible nightmare.

She looked up just in time to see a foot flying towards her face and she fell to the ground as she was kicked in the face.  Then there was darkness.  Within the darkness, she saw her sister, Icce standing at a distance.  Thor tried to run to her; she tried to shout out her name “…Icce, Icce…”, but for all her trying to shout, Icce did not appear to hear her.  She tried to raise her hands to reach out towards her, but she could not raise her arms.  Icce started to fade.  Thor looked harder.  She could just see Icce standing there in silhouette.  A light was behind her.  She tried to shout again “…Icce, Icce…” and Thor tried to move towards Icce again.  She thought she was moving this time, getting closer, but her legs felt like lead.  She was having trouble moving them, and with every step towards Icce, her sister was further and further away, and then Icce disappeared.  Thor started to scream.

“It was a dream,” were her thoughts as she snapped out of her unconsciousness as water was dumped on her.  She was laying on the ground, panting, covered in blood and soaking wet.  She looked up and saw two orcs grinning down at her, chuckling and then laughing…, and then their great maces were hitting her again.  Another beating.  She needed time to sort this out.  She screamed, and they laughed.

Again, she passed out from the pain, and in the darkness, she could once again see her sister, Icce, there looking at her.  She had many questions, but she could not ask them.  “Where was she?” “Why can’t you hear me sister?” “What happened to my platoon?”  “Where are they?”  “Where is the alliance and what happened at the battle?” “Why am I chained here in the dark dungeon?” “and why are these orcs beating me?” “How did I get here?” “What happened to cause this?” “How do I get out of this place?”

All those questions flashed in Thor’s mind in the space of only a split second, to be replaced with another thought: “Perhaps Icce isn’t really dead, or perhaps I am dead too, like my sister Icce.”  She didn’t know which was the truth.  She regained consciousness.

Over and over again, Thor was brought back to the world of the living, and then beaten to unconsciousness, where each time she again had a vision of her sister, Icce, and the questions, but no answers.

Thor began to wonder if there was anyone who could get her out of this hell.  If only there was someone who could save her from this eternal torture.  If only her sister wasn't dead.

She screamed.

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Last updated August 20, 2010

 

 

The Story of Talaanan Arcanum
 


(at level 20 - Feb 22, 2010)

 

As a young elf, Talaanan Arcanum was a shy elf.  His parents wanted him to become a mage like them, but he didn’t want to become a mage.  He didn't want to have anything to do with the Sunwell.  However, alas, he fell to its power and became addicted to fel.

While on his way to Silvermoon City, he was attacked by agents of the Burning Legion and was taken to an unknown fortress in the middle of Hellfire Peninsula.  There, they tortured him for answers to questions he didn't know anything about.  Little did they know.  They had grabbed the wrong elf.

Talaanan spent months in that fortress, unknowing how much time had gone by.  One day the interrogator asked him, "What is your name"? And Talaanan answered, "My name is Talaanan Arcanum".  The interrogator let out a high pitched screech, as he realized that they had made a mistake and captured the wrong man. 

After that, for the next two years, Talaanan was beaten, cut and whipped, out of the anger of the interrogator, for the mistake they had made. 

Then, one day, unable to move, and near death, Talaanan heard voices outside his cell.  A face came into his field of vision.  It was not a fel henchman.  It was a female elf and what more she was a priest.  She healed him, then had one of the elfs under her command pick him up and carry him.  Once outside the cell, as they were leaving, the interrogator showed up and became enraged when he saw them.  He yelled at them, "You shall not take my prisoner!"

With that, an orc deathknight struck, but at the same moment the interrogator teleported to a walkway above them.  He shouted down, " I curse you Talaanan Arcanum with fel orbs in which no elf or other being will help you for fear of the FEL", and with that, he disappeared.

The groups of ragtag troops made their way back to Silvermoon City.  A few days later, after Talaanan had had a few days to fully recover from his ordeal, Talaanan was brought before Queen Laara and he met her other sisters who were there with her.  It was then that he learned that it had been Veld, Queen Laara’s sister, who had saved Talaanan’s life from that never-ending nightmare.  He also met Oddinn and Thorvalde. (That was before Thor left for distant lands.)  Not knowing what to do, Talaanan learned the ways of the paladin. Very soon after that, he was discharged when the leaders noticed his fel-orbed eyes. 

Talaanan then met an undead named Repsac and an elf named Gannianne.  Repsac, seeing the good in Talaanan, became his friend.  And Gannianne, being the undead’s friend, also saw the good in him.  For that, Talaanan pledged his life to them, to guard them where ever they may…

 

Talaanan  - dings level 40 - March 13, 2010

 

Talaanan  - at level 60 - July 14, 2010

 

 

The Story of Runswithdeer
 

Runswithdeer - A Hunter
(Nov 14, 2009)

 

 

The Story of Oddinn
 

Oddinn - A Death Knight
(Nov 18, 2009)

 

Oddinn kneels before Lady Meenah... and offers her his weapon and his life... just at Thorvalde had done.
(November 18, 2009)

 

Oddinn

Oddinn woke up with a cold chill. He opened his eyes to find an axe in his chest and yet he was alive.  He stood up and started walking towards two figures that were standing in the field of battle.  When he reached them, he saw an undead lich standing next to what seemed to Oddinn to be a human, but yet he carried the presence of the dead. So this was the Lich King..............

A few years later, Oddinn was fighting in Northrend against the Alliance Vanguard with fellow undead deathknights when it occurred to him that he could no longer feel the Lich King’s mind in his head.  So, testing his new freedom, he went to the front lines of the horde and asked to be reinstated into their ranks. 

The horde, knowing the power of he deathknight, immediately accepted and transferred Oddinn to Silvermoon City where he joined the ranks of Aeterum Arcanum.  He had no family, so he became a knight of one of the four bloodelfs that commanded Aeterum Arcanum.  He was sent to distant lands, one of those lands was called Durotar.  He was sent there to collect furs for cloaks for the Queen’s knights.  While there, he met a warrior troll by the name of Thorvalde and realized that this was his brother.  He grabbed his brother and gave him a great bear hug.  When Thorvalde finally figured out what was going on, and who was hugging him, he was very happy as well. They started to talk to each other and found out that they served the same leader, Lady Meenah of Silvermoon City.

After that, together Thor and Oddinn became a force to be reckoned with.

When a silly baron insults Lady Meenah, he will never return to his home.  He and his guards had better watch their tongues when they are around Lady Meenah.  Her Knights and the Honour Guard won’t put up with disrespect.

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Oddinn's "pre-80" guild get-together in Borean Tundra

Dathias, Grozzwazk, Paakta, Maxregina, Queen Laara, and Oddinn
(the only ones online that were high enough level to get to Borean Tundra
and be able to run to Schalazar Basin for the quest turn-in)
(Dec 12, 2009)
 

Oddinn's "at 79" (nearly 80) - and it's off to turn in one more quest and then it's "DING"!
(Dec 12, 2009)
 

Following Oddinn into Schalazar Basin to turn in the quest
and be there when he ding's 80
A guild run - tradition.
(Dec 12, 2009)
 

Oddinn "DING 80"!
(Dec 12, 2009)
 

at Oddinn's "DING 80" Party!
(Dec 12, 2009)
 

 

 

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The Story of Thorvalde Strongaxe

Thor pledges his shield and his axe... to Lady Meenah, at level 3.
(Sept 24, 2009)

 

At the age of 1, Thorvalde and his family moved to the Valley of Trials and started a new live. However a raiding party of centaurs attacked the small hut where Thor lived. They killed his two sisters and parents. His older brother, Odinn, cleared a path through the raiding party. He told Thor to avenge their family. From that day to the present, Thor has striked fear in the hearts of his enemies.  He is known to them as "Thorvalde Strongaxe". 

On one of his scouting trips, Thor found an unlikely group of allies: four sisters, Meenah, Veld, Dyy, and Laara.  Thor pledged his shield to protect them and his axe to defend them.  From that day on, he became a knight of Lady Meenah's and has joined the ranks of her honor guard.

Thor, being a blacksmith, crafted a fine horn that he gave to Lady Meenah to use should she need him to come immediately should any trouble befall her.  All she need do is blow the horn and he will hear it and will go to her immediately.

  


Tranna and Thorvalde
-after a visit to the barber shop-
at the Crossroads (level 14 and 16)
(Nov 5, 2009)

A few years later, Thorvalde heard rumors that his older brother, Odiinn, had survived the attack on their family hut.  He was alive and well, hunting in the wilds in Duotar.

Thorvalde went in search of his brother and found him.

Oddinn had been saved by a shaman, the only way to save him had been to start Oddinn's life over at the very beginning.  Oddinn had no memory of his past life.  He looked at Thorvalde and suddenly remembered.  Even though he was younger than Thorvalde, Thorvalde still considers him to be the older one. 

Thorvalde hopes that he will hear rumors that the rest of his family is still alive and that he can trace the rumors to his lost family members.

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Later, while in the library at Silvermoon City, Thor and Oddinn started to look for information on their ancestors.  They traced their line all the way to a great-great-great grandfather.  He was a night elf that married a troll, who was named "Talanan Stronghammer". 

They were shocked to know that they were descendants of a night elf.  They wanted to find out more, so they continued searching and they found a note scribbled on the side of a scroll in an old dusty book that said the troll, the wife of their great-great-great grandfather, had been cursed and was incased in a crystal in a cave in Durotar.  They decided to go and see if they could find her.  So, they went out to search in all the caves around Duratar.  Much to their delight, they found it, in Durotar, in the Valley of Trials.  So, that is where they made their home.  Since that time they have been attempting to break the curse that incases her in crystal.  Not far from her crystal prison, they found her enchanted hammer 'Stormhammer'.  It had been used to save many trolls during the goblin massacre, right after the 2nd war.  She had saved the trolls of Durotar that day when she smashed the troll totem of storms and enchanted the hammer with powers to thwart the thousands of goblins that surrounded the helpless trolls who had no chance of survival. 

But, Oddinn and Thorvalde wanted to know more about her.  She had been one powerful lady.

So, they started to look for more clues.  They wanted to know more about who she was and how she had became entangled with the trolls. Their quest led them to the Scarlet Monastery where information on ancient heros was said to be kept.  When they came to the gates of the monastery, they noticed that the gates were jarred and that there were bodies of the undead strew around the courtyard.  Seeing this, they left and made their way to Undercity, the home of the undead (the forsaken) to inform the guards there.  They told the guards they would go and retake the monastery if they would send a few soldiers with them, and the guards were called to go with them.  They headed back to Scarlet Monastery with a few of the Undercity Guards. When they arrived back at the Scarlet Monastery, there were Scarlet Infantry repairing the gates.  When the Scarlet Infantry noticed Thor and Oddinn and the handful of Undercity Guards approaching them, they broke off working on the gate and attacked them.

For several minutes they fought.  Then, finally, the Scarlet Infantry broke off and retreated to the inside of the Monastery and closed the massive doors.

When the last lock was placed, Thorvalde was about to give up when his brother told him that they must not give up for if they found out more about their ancestor they  might find where more family members lived today.

That thought gave Thorvalde the impossible power to break through a small crack in the door.  He cut through the massive timber that locked the two doors together. When the doors flew open, the scarlet troops were dumb struck and scared. They thought, if this troll could do that, what can stop him? And most of them ran deeper into the dark Monastery.

What seemed like days later, Thorvalde and Oddinn were in the last section of the Monastery and close to their objective.  They entered a vast library and walked to the center of it and found a warrior there.  They moved slowly towards him and when they were within the circle that was on the ground, he looked at them and calmly said, “You are not welcome in this place!” and attacked Thor.

Thor, who was not expecting the attack, barely got his shield up in time to deflect the sword blow.  He side-stepped to the left and countered his attack but the warrior parried his attack and stepped to the left.  This fighting went on for a few minutes when Thor struck the other warrior on the arm. Thinking that he made a critical strike, he lowered his shield only to be stabbed in the chest with the warrior’s sword……

Oddinn, not wanting to interfere with the fighting, watched for other attacks but none came. When he heard a surprised gasp come from Thorvalde, he swung around just in time to see Thor fall to the floor with a knife in his chest.

Enraged at seeing his brother harmed that way, Oddinn gained access to a power he never knew he had.  He jumped on the warrior and knocked his sword out of his hand.  Then he knocked the warrior to the ground and with an evil smile stabbed him through the heart with his own sword, leaving him there on the floor with his lifeblood spilt all round him.

Oddinn ran to Thor.  Thor was slowly losing his life.  When he got to Thor, all Thor did was look at his brother and slowly died.  Oddinn sat with his brother for hours and eventually fell asleep.  He could not leave him and he could not make himself get up and take his brother out of the cathedral.  Oddinn slowly woke up when he heard a noise.  He opened his eyes and found he was looking into the eyes of his ancestor.

Then she spoke to him.  She said, ”Oddinn, I have been trapped in crystal, waiting for the time when the one would come who would save my family.  Now you and Thor are here. I give my life to Thor so he may help save this world from the lich king with you.” And with that, Thor’s chest started to rise and fall and then rise and fall again, and Thor opened his eyes and looked up and saw Oddinn and the woman.  He did not know who she was. All Oddinn could think was “Thor is alive!”  Oddinn was overjoyed and thanked his ancestor: Talanan Stronghammer for her gift.

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After their trip to the Scarlet Monastery, Thor and Oddinn returned to their cave to find the crystal shattered and the enchanted hammer gone.  They cleaned the area and prepared for a trip to Silvermoon City to speak to Queen Laara, to ask her if she would allow them to take 500 troops with them and go into the Halls of Lightning.  They wanted to find out more information on their ancestors and about the involvement between the elfs and the trolls.  Queen Laara agreed to their request, but she said, only if they would bring her anything of great importance that would benefit the Kingdom.  Agreeing to this, Thor, Oddinn and the troops headed North and marched into the Halls of Lightning and walked into the past.

They made it through to a room with worlds floating around.  When stepping closer to look, a laser scanned Thor and registered his lineage.  At that moment, Thor, Oddinn and the elfs where engulfed in a bright white light.

Later, Thor opened his eyes.  He sat up and looked around.  He was surprised to find himself covered in snow.  He stood up and looked over and saw Oddinn on the ground.  He ran to Oddinn and shook him, to woke him up.  After that, he noticed the company of elfs were just starting to stir.

When everyone was fit, they started to scout the area.  They found a city that looked deserted.  When they entered the city, they saw that there were bodies strew across the ground.  Some were goblins but most were trolls, and none of them was armed.  They formed a box of shields and moved to the middle of the city to see if there were any survivors.  They found the city hall doors jammed shut.  Oddinn walked up to the doors and knocked on them loudly, shouting to see if anyone was alive inside.  The doors opened and they found a group of trolls and an elf, but which of the trolls had an enchanted hammer?

Then one of the trolls noticed them.  At the time, they didn’t know it, but she was their ancestor. She walked over to them and said, “Thor and Oddinn, I knew you would show up.  When I said that both of you would save your family and defeat the Lich King, I meant it.  The time is now to save your family.” They heard the drums sounding.

Thor could see through a crack in the door.  He saw hundreds of goblins, all marching towards them.  He turned to his ancestor and told her to please take the trolls down to the basement of the hall, for safety.  Oddinn kicked the doors open and then yelled, "CHARGE!" All 500 elfs, including Thor, charged the goblins, which were caught off guard.  Their front line was broken and there was nothing to stop the elfs from cutting through the goblins to their commander. 

After the battle, Talanan, their ancestor, thanked them all and gave Thor enchanted armor and Oddinn an enchanted blade and wished them well.

With a shudder, their world started to spin, and go out of focus…

When Oddinn opened his eyes, he saw that all of them were back at the gates of Silvermoon City with the City Guards, Priests and Paladins attending to the 500 elfs.  When Oddinn looked around, he noticed Thor talking to Lady Meenah.  He noticed Thor was wearing new armor.  When he looked down at himself, he saw that he had a new sword.  It wasn’t a dream.  It really did happen. 

When he walked up to Lady Meenah, he noticed that she was holding the scroll that told of the beginning of the Stormspear Trolls from which Thor and Oddinn were the only known survivors.  They knew their next mission was to go search for other survivors, to find out if there were any.

 

Thorevalde - March 18, 2010

 

 

 

 

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