Derathenus
09-02-2010, 11:07 AM
It was my greatest triumph, it was the source of my deepest regrets and self-loathing. My beloved city, now lay in ruins, a place where only crushed hopes and lingering spirits unable to truly rest lived. My first love and most of my people’s remains lay scattered, bones tread underfoot like trash time had forgotten. Yet the ones who were responsible for it all did not share the same fate..no. They had years ago found a new world to live on and prosper.
Was it justice that my own flesh and blood had perished, and the ones responsible lived in prosperity? Where was the light in this mockery of justice.
Allow me to tell my tale reader, for I believe you will find it most enlightening. My tale begins roughly half a century ago, in my previous lifetime.
I was I suppose a simple servant then, a deathspeaker in the ancient tomb city of Auchidoin. Even then the city had felt the linger touch of those who had past beyond this world, for the barrier between this life and the next was perhaps its weakest at this place.
For many years I like many others watched over the crypts of those that came before. But this was only part of my duties. My people were considered heretics by the rest of our race. While the majority of draenai lived in the light, we lurked in the shadows, preparing for a coming apocalypse. None of us was certain how this event would occur and what would cause it, yet we all believed and knew it was coming.
Because our believes differed so much, our fellows long ago separated themselves from us, leaving we Auchenai on our own. At first this act saddened us, but eventually we came to believe it was for the best that we were isolated and kept to ourselves, very rarely venturing beyond the city to the surrounding lands.
Yet our isolation did not save us from the horrors that came in the following years. The Orcish Horde had descended on our city and utterly decimated it and most of my people, much like the rest of my race. Only those of us who had taken up residence in the crypts had been spared, for even the orcs feared the restless dead that haunted those dark places.
In the end of those dark days, some of the survivors of Auchidoin ventured out, believing that our true destiny and the meaning behind the events to come lay elsewhere. I was among that group that left what was left of our city and people behind.
We journeyed beyond the forests of terrokar, to the red lands now known as Hellfire Penicula. It was there we found a great portal to another world, and it was there we decided our true path lay.
On the other side, some of our group changed, becoming deformed and broken, they decided to separate from us and settle in the swamplands bordering the harsh desert on this other world’s side of the portal. I was fortunate to escape such a horrific fate, they were not so lucky.
After that, we wandered disguised as nomads for some years, avoiding the wars that tore at this strange new world. Eventually we all discovered what we believed we had been searching for. It was a lord of the dead, a being of incredible power. It promised answers and release from our pain. We were fools to trust it.
Many years passed, and I had been since freed from the control of this Lich King as I found he had been called. I was one of the last of the Auchenai, and now I was in a world that hated me, for now I was a knight of death, responsible for so many deaths.
There was only one solution. The Lich King had once been the leader of the same people who had nearly lead to my races demise, an orc known only as Nerzhul. It was him that lead the orcs down the path that destroyed my people, and it was his race that had been responsible for all the genocide.
It was then I decided that after so many years..justice would finally find the orcs. Their city would be destroyed, just as all the draenai cities had been years before. And in its place..Auchidoin would be reborn into this world, an eternal monument to true justice, and a new capital for my people.
All that stood and opposed this greater calling would be swept aside, for I would strike against those that opposed me with the strength that came from death. And one day all would know my name...Markun.
Was it justice that my own flesh and blood had perished, and the ones responsible lived in prosperity? Where was the light in this mockery of justice.
Allow me to tell my tale reader, for I believe you will find it most enlightening. My tale begins roughly half a century ago, in my previous lifetime.
I was I suppose a simple servant then, a deathspeaker in the ancient tomb city of Auchidoin. Even then the city had felt the linger touch of those who had past beyond this world, for the barrier between this life and the next was perhaps its weakest at this place.
For many years I like many others watched over the crypts of those that came before. But this was only part of my duties. My people were considered heretics by the rest of our race. While the majority of draenai lived in the light, we lurked in the shadows, preparing for a coming apocalypse. None of us was certain how this event would occur and what would cause it, yet we all believed and knew it was coming.
Because our believes differed so much, our fellows long ago separated themselves from us, leaving we Auchenai on our own. At first this act saddened us, but eventually we came to believe it was for the best that we were isolated and kept to ourselves, very rarely venturing beyond the city to the surrounding lands.
Yet our isolation did not save us from the horrors that came in the following years. The Orcish Horde had descended on our city and utterly decimated it and most of my people, much like the rest of my race. Only those of us who had taken up residence in the crypts had been spared, for even the orcs feared the restless dead that haunted those dark places.
In the end of those dark days, some of the survivors of Auchidoin ventured out, believing that our true destiny and the meaning behind the events to come lay elsewhere. I was among that group that left what was left of our city and people behind.
We journeyed beyond the forests of terrokar, to the red lands now known as Hellfire Penicula. It was there we found a great portal to another world, and it was there we decided our true path lay.
On the other side, some of our group changed, becoming deformed and broken, they decided to separate from us and settle in the swamplands bordering the harsh desert on this other world’s side of the portal. I was fortunate to escape such a horrific fate, they were not so lucky.
After that, we wandered disguised as nomads for some years, avoiding the wars that tore at this strange new world. Eventually we all discovered what we believed we had been searching for. It was a lord of the dead, a being of incredible power. It promised answers and release from our pain. We were fools to trust it.
Many years passed, and I had been since freed from the control of this Lich King as I found he had been called. I was one of the last of the Auchenai, and now I was in a world that hated me, for now I was a knight of death, responsible for so many deaths.
There was only one solution. The Lich King had once been the leader of the same people who had nearly lead to my races demise, an orc known only as Nerzhul. It was him that lead the orcs down the path that destroyed my people, and it was his race that had been responsible for all the genocide.
It was then I decided that after so many years..justice would finally find the orcs. Their city would be destroyed, just as all the draenai cities had been years before. And in its place..Auchidoin would be reborn into this world, an eternal monument to true justice, and a new capital for my people.
All that stood and opposed this greater calling would be swept aside, for I would strike against those that opposed me with the strength that came from death. And one day all would know my name...Markun.