Nazshakul
07-08-2006, 05:17 AM
"Don't change your mind, when all's been won!
Your words, in time... with the loss that you let them go.
Don't let them fall, if your grip's not strong!
In time, decide... with the words "You should let them go".
Don't let them fall, if your grip's not strong!"
Nazshakul suddenly jerks awake in a cold sweat. It was still dark at the Crossroads, and the other guests at the lodge were still asleep. The old orc rests his arms behind his head and stares at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. His right ear was burning... was someone just whispering in his ear? Perhaps he was just going senile...
Still, it caused him great dread. It made the warlock want to flee, to go back into hiding. What in the world had he gotten himself back into? Nazshakul was scared, he could feel the old corruption trying to poison him again. He was unsure of himself, and unsure of the strength of his will to oppose the Burning Legion.
...Why did he change his mind, after all this time? As one of the last of the Stormreaver Clan, why should he risk life and limb for a new Horde that hates him and his kind? Nazshakul knew all too well the strength of the burning shadow... he caught a glimpse of it when he first traveled to Azeroth from Draenor through the Dark Portal, brief as it was. And Nazshakul's hope faded, remembering what he saw that day... at the odds he was truly fighting against. Was the outcome of his war already decided, could he afford to be on the losing side?
No! He couldn't afford to think like this, here at this late stage of the game. The die is cast, he made his decision. And he had a young neice to think about now, what would happen to her if he faltered? Nazshakul sat up in his bed...
Hours had passed since he had first awoke, and it was now morning. And for the moment, everything was serene and calm. Nazshakul then closes his eyes, enjoying the morning sun heating up his face and body. He had won this battle, but this was truly just the beginning of his struggle. Little does he know that a fatal decision lies in Outland, and the consequences of that choice will forever dominate the destiny of Nazshakul and his companions...
Your words, in time... with the loss that you let them go.
Don't let them fall, if your grip's not strong!
In time, decide... with the words "You should let them go".
Don't let them fall, if your grip's not strong!"
Nazshakul suddenly jerks awake in a cold sweat. It was still dark at the Crossroads, and the other guests at the lodge were still asleep. The old orc rests his arms behind his head and stares at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. His right ear was burning... was someone just whispering in his ear? Perhaps he was just going senile...
Still, it caused him great dread. It made the warlock want to flee, to go back into hiding. What in the world had he gotten himself back into? Nazshakul was scared, he could feel the old corruption trying to poison him again. He was unsure of himself, and unsure of the strength of his will to oppose the Burning Legion.
...Why did he change his mind, after all this time? As one of the last of the Stormreaver Clan, why should he risk life and limb for a new Horde that hates him and his kind? Nazshakul knew all too well the strength of the burning shadow... he caught a glimpse of it when he first traveled to Azeroth from Draenor through the Dark Portal, brief as it was. And Nazshakul's hope faded, remembering what he saw that day... at the odds he was truly fighting against. Was the outcome of his war already decided, could he afford to be on the losing side?
No! He couldn't afford to think like this, here at this late stage of the game. The die is cast, he made his decision. And he had a young neice to think about now, what would happen to her if he faltered? Nazshakul sat up in his bed...
Hours had passed since he had first awoke, and it was now morning. And for the moment, everything was serene and calm. Nazshakul then closes his eyes, enjoying the morning sun heating up his face and body. He had won this battle, but this was truly just the beginning of his struggle. Little does he know that a fatal decision lies in Outland, and the consequences of that choice will forever dominate the destiny of Nazshakul and his companions...