Bornn
04-06-2006, 03:16 PM
(OOC: This tale is based off actual in-game events and the quest line given by the "Fallen Hero of the Horde" in the Swamp of Srrows. This took place on the Argent Dawn server between my Orc Shaman, Spolc, and my guildmates Tauren Warrior, Tamrin.)
I had been hunting in these wretched Plaguelands for what has seemed like weeks now and had finally had enough of the musty air hanging about, at least for the time being. I decided it was time to explore the Blasted Lands near Stonard and took flight in that direction. Upon landing in Stonard I called for Willard, my wolf mount, and set out for the gates of Stonard and the Blasted Lands just beyond. On my way, by chance, I ran into my fellow clansman, Tamrin, a mighty Tauren of Thunderbluff. After a brief exchange, Tamrin informed me that he was on a simple task for a Fallen Hero of the Horde. I wished him luck and headed on my way to the Blasted Lands. But, before I even reached those lands I came upon the corporeal form of this Fallen Hero. His tormented spirit pleaded for me to aid my clansman in the mission he had set him on. At that time neither Tamrin nor I knew what was in store as this Fallen Hero’s tale unfolded.
Our first task was simple enough, to speak with Commander Raug in Stonard and find out the fate of Thrall’s orders, the ones that never reached the Fallen Hero’s regiment. Upon questioning Raug we learned that the grunts carrying the message were ambushed by a band of murlocs and the only survivor, Bengor, was crippled for his remaining days, though able to speak. Bengor informed us that the Swamp Talker had taken the orders in the ambush. At once Tamrin and I set out to exact revenge on this Swamp Talker and his murloc minions. It was not too long after that that murloc blood was spilled as Tamrin charge in head forth, “FOR THE HORDE!” By the time I caught up, Tamrin had decimated half of the murlocs within the Swamp Talker’s cave, but the battle was far from over. Upon reaching the Swamp Talker himself we quickly found ourselves surrounded by a good dozen murlocs, unfortunately for them though, they were no match for the powerful Warstomp of Tamrin and the destructive elements that a Shaman of the Horde wields. When all was said and done we found ourselves up to our ankles in murloc intestines, not and easy task to accomplish on a Tauren either. After a little sifting through the mess we found what we were looking for, Thrall’s orders and set off, back to the Fallen Hero.
The news did not bode well for the Fallen Hero however, distraught that he made the wrong decision and cost his men dearly. We soon learned of his plight and how exactly he had cost his men their souls by giving the orders of war upon the Blasted Lands. In that war his men fell, but their souls did not pass on. The Demon Lord Razelikh captured the souls of his fallen men and set them into slavery. He commissioned us once again, and asked that we free his men from their endless unrest as demon slaves. Tamrin and I were more than happy to answer the call of duty and set off into the Blasted Lands to free these men’s souls from their bond. Eighteen in all we had to find scattered across four areas of the Blasted Lands. We began our search at Dreadmaul Hold, occupied by Grol the Destroyer and his ogres. Once again, Tamrin charged into the ogres. The ogres may be mighty beasts, but the ferocity of a Tauren is mightier. It was not long until many Ogres lie motionless on the ground and we spotted the first of the Fallen Hero’s enslaved men. As I distracted the corporeal servant, Tamrin took to destroying the stone binding him to his slavery and with that we freed the first of the Fallen Hero’s men. As his spirit faded from this world and into the next he graciously thanked us. Soon after that we found the other two Servants bound to Grol and set them into the next life, so they may finally be at peace. As we were leaving the Hold we spotted Grol himself, but decided that we first must free the rest of the enslaved men. Soon enough, though, we would return for Grol and exact revenge.
Tamrin and I then headed south from Dreadmaul Hold, towards the Altar of Storms, where we came upon the minions of Sevine. Once again we charged into battle, but Sevine’s minions were mightier than the ogres and the murlocs and their numbers vast. We fought bravely, but the battle became too much for us and we were forced to flee, but it was only a momentary lapse. Finally having met a match to our combined power, we regrouped and recomposed ourselves. Realizing now what we were up against we headed into battle more cautiously and picked off Sevine’s minions in smaller groups. It was evident that, like the Alliance scum, the minions of Sevine could only defeat us using the tactics of the zerg, in smaller numbers we took them out easily and soon found another of the Fallen Hero’s men. With him freed we trekked up the path to the Altar of Storms itself, where we found Sevine’s other two enslaved servants and sent their souls to peace.
Tamrin and I both had begun to grow weary and our strength was fading. We knew the remaining servants would be more heavily guarded and tougher to free and thus, regrettably, we decided that it would do these men no good if we failed and fell into slavery along side them. We headed back to Orgrimmar and into the closest tavern we could find. We spoke of strategy of how to best free the other servants and consulted our maps for where they may be before resting for the night.
Over the next day or so, the calls of duty had kept Tamrin and myself busy, but when all that was finally put aside we met back up in the Undercity of the Forsaken and decided it was time we finish what we had started. Taking flight we eventually found ourselves in Stonard once again and back into the Blasted Lands of Azeroth we rode.
Twelve servants remained to be freed and soon they would be. We first headed for the caves along the eastern mountains and with a stroke of luck we found the minions of Allistarj. Fully rejuvenated and ready for revenge we, again, charged headlong into battle. With a few minions of Allistarj at our feet, we found the first bound servant and set him free. With no other servants in site we decided to head into the nearby cave. Battling our way through, we moved deeper into the cave, with no sign of the Fallen Hero’s doomed men. As we neared the end of the cave we caught sight of what looked like an enormous felhound, Kririn the Damned was rumored to be his name. Though we decided to complete our current mission and investigate this beast on another day. We exited the cave and just south of our position we found the last two servants of Allistarj whom needed freeing. With a few mighty hacks, Tamrin broke the stones binding them to their slavery and set them at rest.
Now only the nine servants of Razelikh himself remained. Due to some previous scouting on my part, I had already located these servants; Razelikh had bound them on the outskirts of the Dark Portal. We quickly came across the first two of Razelikh’s servants and set them free, but soon found ourselves in the path of Teremus the Devourer. This mighty beast swooped down on us from the skies, knocking us to the ground, we knew we were no match for the might of this dragon and fled the area. We sought refuge in a nearby cave to bandage our wounds. Once again, it was no decision at all, the Fallen Hero’s men’s freedom was more important, and this monster was added to our growing list of things to do another day. Back along the outskirts of the Dark Portal we fought hard against the demon kin and found the remaining seven slaves and set their souls at peace. With our task finally complete we traveled north across the Blasted Lands towards the Swamp of Sorrows and the Fallen Hero.
Upon returning to the Fallen Hero of the Horde he saluted us and thanked us for freeing his men, “You have honored me with your nobility and heroism… You have also honored them…” With those words he told us to speak with Corporal Thund Splithood for our reward, though knowing his men were now at peace was reward enough for us, we accepted the gifts and soon learned that they were not solely for the tasks we had completed, they were also for the tasks to come, our mission was far from over…
The Fallen Hero expanded upon his tale and told us of his second in command, Lieutenant Kirith, and how he was still lost in the Blasted Lands. While the Fallen Heroes men were simply captured and bound into servitude, the Fallen Hero and Kirith were tortured for days on end, though the Hero never found out the fate of his Lieutenant. Tamrin and I glanced at each other out of the corner of our eyes; neither of us had the heart to tell him of Kirith’s fate, Kirith the Damned, and instinctively knew what had to be done before we related this to him. We set off back to the cave of Allistarj’s minions and sought out Kirith the Damned. He was where we had left him last, deep within the cave and surrounded by the Minions of Allistarj. We first took down the minions, once again with ease. With a quick prayer to our ancestor spirits we called out Kirith the Damned and the battled began. Tamrin kept the beast’s attention centered on him and continually stab at the beast with his mighty sword and slammed his shield upon its thick hide. Calling upon the power of the elements, I set forth my totems to aid our struggle and used the destructive forces of fire, earth and air to damage the great beast while utilizing the healing properties of water to heal the wounds inflicted upon my brother. The battle raged on, but in the end Kirith the Damned had fallen and the Spirit of Kirith was freed. Kirith’s spirit graciously thanked us for saving him and sent us with word back to the Fallen Hero.
Upon returning to the Fallen Hero we reported the tale of Kirith. The time had come; the Fallen Hero was seeking revenge against the one responsible for all of this, the Demon Lord Razelikh. Tamrin and I learned of the true power this demon held and how he solidified absolute power over the Blasted Lands by tricking Grol, Sevine and Allistarj into his service. Brining down the Demon Lord would be no easy task and would require much before we could even face him.
Our first task was to head to the lands of Azshara and speak with a Demon Hunter who resides there. Tamrin and I were both reluctant at first, working with the likes of a Night Elf, but the Fallen Hero made it clear that there was no other way, only this Night Elf held the information necessary to bring down Razelikh, thus we agreed. Arriving in Azshara, we headed for the sea to search the islands along the coast as instructed. The powers of Water Walking aided us greatly in our search; it is quite difficult to swim in mail armor, never mind Tamrin’s plate. Our search did not take long as Tamrin lead the way, straight to this wretched Night Elf. Loramus, was his name, and surprisingly he spoke decent Orcish and set us straight to work. With the normal prudence of a Night Elf, he informed us of the necessary items needed to destroy Razelikh, a weapon called Felbane and Razelikh’s true-name. He sent us off to seek the aid the sea giant, Lord Arkkoroc.
The search for Lord Arkkoroc was long and weary, but the thrill of water walking kept our spirits high. We eventually found him in an ancient temple in northern Azshara. After battling some petty murlocs we made our way up to the magnificent beast. Paying him his due respect, we informed him of our mission. He agreed to aid us, but first we had to aid him and destroy the hydra Hetaera who was plaguing his waters. Having already seen the likes if Hetaera in our search for Lord Arkkoroc, we headed off to bring the bitch down! Who says three heads are better than one? Hetaera proved trivial compared to what we had already faced this day and with her three heads in tow, we headed back to Lord Arkkoroc. Not only did he aid us with the items and information we sought, but this experience had increased my knowledge of the elements. The spirits came to me and bestowed my spells with more power and increased my knowledge of nature, I know wield its swiftness. With this surge of strength and progress of being closure to our goal, we ran atop the water back to Loramus. The Night Elf informed us that we now had the temper required to forge Felbane, now we just required the metal to forge it. But not just any metal would do, Loramus, with the aid of his felhounds, sent us off to recover a large amount of Crystallized Azsharite. The search was long and tiresome; having been in such a rush we misheard Loramus’s words, though I believe it was due to the Night Elf’s bad broken Orcish, and quickly found ourselves lost in the waters of Azshara.
We came upon a human encampment and were prepared for a fight, though they were not interested in battling the likes of us, in-fact, in broken Orcish, they pleaded for out aid. The Nagas of Azshara’s reef were coming for them and battle was about to break out at that moment. They granted us access to a mithril mine in their encampment and gave us directions back to where we had come and so we felt obligated to aid them in fending off the wretched Naga. Besides, Tamrin and I had to battle through the Nagas anyway to exit the encampment. We prepared for the worst as we engaged in battle and quickly found things comical, these weak humans could not defend themselves against the pathetic Nagas that sought their demise. With a yawn and a quick stretch the Nagas were dead and the humans endlessly thanked us. As we road out of their encamped with a chuckle in my breath, I had to stop abruptly as Tamrin fell off of his kodo mount right in front of me because he was laughing so hard at the humans “plight”. Despite the break in our mission and a good laugh being nice, we made our way back to Loramus with haste and learned exactly where to find the azsharite. After a lengthy scan of the area, Tamrin and I had mined it clean of azsharite and returned to the Night Elf. Now, having collected all the materials necessary to forge Felbane, Loramus gave us the last bit we needed, the true-name of Razelikh, Rakh’likh, and with that sent us off to a master blacksmith of the Mithril Order, Galvan of Stranglethorn Vale.
In the Northeastern part of this vast jungle, we found Galvan. Sitting in his hut and smoking a pipe, he grunted as we came up the path. Though he was a Dwarf, he was not concerned with who we were. He did not take part in the squabbles between the Horde and the Alliance, his purpose in this world was blacksmithing. Communicating with this Dwarf was quite easy, regardless of the language barrier. Tamrin and I simply laid the temper, azsharite and a note from Loramus with the true-name Rakh’likh on the ground. Galvan immediately jumped out of his chair and set to work, he knew what we were up to. After sometime our weapons were completed. Galvan had forged two perfectly crafted weapons of Felbane, a sword for Tamrin and a dagger for me, both engraved with the word “Rakh’likh”.
Tamrin and I were now ready to finish things. We traveled from the jungles of Stranglethorn to the Swamps of Sorrow. The Fallen Hero informed us of the final part of our mission now that we wielded Felbane. But, in order for us to find Rakh’likh, we first had to unite the shattered amulet. Rakh’likh’s three minions each held a piece of this amulet. Thus, we needed to take down Grol, Sevine and Allistarj and return to the Fallen Hero with these pieces, where he would combine them into one. This repaired amulet would allow us to teleport up to the Altar of the Defiler, atop the highest peak in the Blasted Lands. It was at this Altar where Tamrin and I would find Rakh’likh and put an end to his reign of terror.
Eager to pierce Rakh’likh’s heart with our weapons of Felbane, Tamrin and I were ready to head out after Grol. But before we could mount up, the Fallen Hero stopped us. He, Kirith and their eighteen men were no match for Rakh’likh’s minions, never mind Rakh’likh himself. Though Tamrin and I had proven our valor and worth, the Fallen Hero urged us to head back to Orgrimmar and recruit the aid of our brethren for alone we would fail in this final task. Tamrin and I came to our senses, and wishing not to join the Fallen Hero in his fate, we headed back to Orgrimmar to seek out those who would answer our call…
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I had been hunting in these wretched Plaguelands for what has seemed like weeks now and had finally had enough of the musty air hanging about, at least for the time being. I decided it was time to explore the Blasted Lands near Stonard and took flight in that direction. Upon landing in Stonard I called for Willard, my wolf mount, and set out for the gates of Stonard and the Blasted Lands just beyond. On my way, by chance, I ran into my fellow clansman, Tamrin, a mighty Tauren of Thunderbluff. After a brief exchange, Tamrin informed me that he was on a simple task for a Fallen Hero of the Horde. I wished him luck and headed on my way to the Blasted Lands. But, before I even reached those lands I came upon the corporeal form of this Fallen Hero. His tormented spirit pleaded for me to aid my clansman in the mission he had set him on. At that time neither Tamrin nor I knew what was in store as this Fallen Hero’s tale unfolded.
Our first task was simple enough, to speak with Commander Raug in Stonard and find out the fate of Thrall’s orders, the ones that never reached the Fallen Hero’s regiment. Upon questioning Raug we learned that the grunts carrying the message were ambushed by a band of murlocs and the only survivor, Bengor, was crippled for his remaining days, though able to speak. Bengor informed us that the Swamp Talker had taken the orders in the ambush. At once Tamrin and I set out to exact revenge on this Swamp Talker and his murloc minions. It was not too long after that that murloc blood was spilled as Tamrin charge in head forth, “FOR THE HORDE!” By the time I caught up, Tamrin had decimated half of the murlocs within the Swamp Talker’s cave, but the battle was far from over. Upon reaching the Swamp Talker himself we quickly found ourselves surrounded by a good dozen murlocs, unfortunately for them though, they were no match for the powerful Warstomp of Tamrin and the destructive elements that a Shaman of the Horde wields. When all was said and done we found ourselves up to our ankles in murloc intestines, not and easy task to accomplish on a Tauren either. After a little sifting through the mess we found what we were looking for, Thrall’s orders and set off, back to the Fallen Hero.
The news did not bode well for the Fallen Hero however, distraught that he made the wrong decision and cost his men dearly. We soon learned of his plight and how exactly he had cost his men their souls by giving the orders of war upon the Blasted Lands. In that war his men fell, but their souls did not pass on. The Demon Lord Razelikh captured the souls of his fallen men and set them into slavery. He commissioned us once again, and asked that we free his men from their endless unrest as demon slaves. Tamrin and I were more than happy to answer the call of duty and set off into the Blasted Lands to free these men’s souls from their bond. Eighteen in all we had to find scattered across four areas of the Blasted Lands. We began our search at Dreadmaul Hold, occupied by Grol the Destroyer and his ogres. Once again, Tamrin charged into the ogres. The ogres may be mighty beasts, but the ferocity of a Tauren is mightier. It was not long until many Ogres lie motionless on the ground and we spotted the first of the Fallen Hero’s enslaved men. As I distracted the corporeal servant, Tamrin took to destroying the stone binding him to his slavery and with that we freed the first of the Fallen Hero’s men. As his spirit faded from this world and into the next he graciously thanked us. Soon after that we found the other two Servants bound to Grol and set them into the next life, so they may finally be at peace. As we were leaving the Hold we spotted Grol himself, but decided that we first must free the rest of the enslaved men. Soon enough, though, we would return for Grol and exact revenge.
Tamrin and I then headed south from Dreadmaul Hold, towards the Altar of Storms, where we came upon the minions of Sevine. Once again we charged into battle, but Sevine’s minions were mightier than the ogres and the murlocs and their numbers vast. We fought bravely, but the battle became too much for us and we were forced to flee, but it was only a momentary lapse. Finally having met a match to our combined power, we regrouped and recomposed ourselves. Realizing now what we were up against we headed into battle more cautiously and picked off Sevine’s minions in smaller groups. It was evident that, like the Alliance scum, the minions of Sevine could only defeat us using the tactics of the zerg, in smaller numbers we took them out easily and soon found another of the Fallen Hero’s men. With him freed we trekked up the path to the Altar of Storms itself, where we found Sevine’s other two enslaved servants and sent their souls to peace.
Tamrin and I both had begun to grow weary and our strength was fading. We knew the remaining servants would be more heavily guarded and tougher to free and thus, regrettably, we decided that it would do these men no good if we failed and fell into slavery along side them. We headed back to Orgrimmar and into the closest tavern we could find. We spoke of strategy of how to best free the other servants and consulted our maps for where they may be before resting for the night.
Over the next day or so, the calls of duty had kept Tamrin and myself busy, but when all that was finally put aside we met back up in the Undercity of the Forsaken and decided it was time we finish what we had started. Taking flight we eventually found ourselves in Stonard once again and back into the Blasted Lands of Azeroth we rode.
Twelve servants remained to be freed and soon they would be. We first headed for the caves along the eastern mountains and with a stroke of luck we found the minions of Allistarj. Fully rejuvenated and ready for revenge we, again, charged headlong into battle. With a few minions of Allistarj at our feet, we found the first bound servant and set him free. With no other servants in site we decided to head into the nearby cave. Battling our way through, we moved deeper into the cave, with no sign of the Fallen Hero’s doomed men. As we neared the end of the cave we caught sight of what looked like an enormous felhound, Kririn the Damned was rumored to be his name. Though we decided to complete our current mission and investigate this beast on another day. We exited the cave and just south of our position we found the last two servants of Allistarj whom needed freeing. With a few mighty hacks, Tamrin broke the stones binding them to their slavery and set them at rest.
Now only the nine servants of Razelikh himself remained. Due to some previous scouting on my part, I had already located these servants; Razelikh had bound them on the outskirts of the Dark Portal. We quickly came across the first two of Razelikh’s servants and set them free, but soon found ourselves in the path of Teremus the Devourer. This mighty beast swooped down on us from the skies, knocking us to the ground, we knew we were no match for the might of this dragon and fled the area. We sought refuge in a nearby cave to bandage our wounds. Once again, it was no decision at all, the Fallen Hero’s men’s freedom was more important, and this monster was added to our growing list of things to do another day. Back along the outskirts of the Dark Portal we fought hard against the demon kin and found the remaining seven slaves and set their souls at peace. With our task finally complete we traveled north across the Blasted Lands towards the Swamp of Sorrows and the Fallen Hero.
Upon returning to the Fallen Hero of the Horde he saluted us and thanked us for freeing his men, “You have honored me with your nobility and heroism… You have also honored them…” With those words he told us to speak with Corporal Thund Splithood for our reward, though knowing his men were now at peace was reward enough for us, we accepted the gifts and soon learned that they were not solely for the tasks we had completed, they were also for the tasks to come, our mission was far from over…
The Fallen Hero expanded upon his tale and told us of his second in command, Lieutenant Kirith, and how he was still lost in the Blasted Lands. While the Fallen Heroes men were simply captured and bound into servitude, the Fallen Hero and Kirith were tortured for days on end, though the Hero never found out the fate of his Lieutenant. Tamrin and I glanced at each other out of the corner of our eyes; neither of us had the heart to tell him of Kirith’s fate, Kirith the Damned, and instinctively knew what had to be done before we related this to him. We set off back to the cave of Allistarj’s minions and sought out Kirith the Damned. He was where we had left him last, deep within the cave and surrounded by the Minions of Allistarj. We first took down the minions, once again with ease. With a quick prayer to our ancestor spirits we called out Kirith the Damned and the battled began. Tamrin kept the beast’s attention centered on him and continually stab at the beast with his mighty sword and slammed his shield upon its thick hide. Calling upon the power of the elements, I set forth my totems to aid our struggle and used the destructive forces of fire, earth and air to damage the great beast while utilizing the healing properties of water to heal the wounds inflicted upon my brother. The battle raged on, but in the end Kirith the Damned had fallen and the Spirit of Kirith was freed. Kirith’s spirit graciously thanked us for saving him and sent us with word back to the Fallen Hero.
Upon returning to the Fallen Hero we reported the tale of Kirith. The time had come; the Fallen Hero was seeking revenge against the one responsible for all of this, the Demon Lord Razelikh. Tamrin and I learned of the true power this demon held and how he solidified absolute power over the Blasted Lands by tricking Grol, Sevine and Allistarj into his service. Brining down the Demon Lord would be no easy task and would require much before we could even face him.
Our first task was to head to the lands of Azshara and speak with a Demon Hunter who resides there. Tamrin and I were both reluctant at first, working with the likes of a Night Elf, but the Fallen Hero made it clear that there was no other way, only this Night Elf held the information necessary to bring down Razelikh, thus we agreed. Arriving in Azshara, we headed for the sea to search the islands along the coast as instructed. The powers of Water Walking aided us greatly in our search; it is quite difficult to swim in mail armor, never mind Tamrin’s plate. Our search did not take long as Tamrin lead the way, straight to this wretched Night Elf. Loramus, was his name, and surprisingly he spoke decent Orcish and set us straight to work. With the normal prudence of a Night Elf, he informed us of the necessary items needed to destroy Razelikh, a weapon called Felbane and Razelikh’s true-name. He sent us off to seek the aid the sea giant, Lord Arkkoroc.
The search for Lord Arkkoroc was long and weary, but the thrill of water walking kept our spirits high. We eventually found him in an ancient temple in northern Azshara. After battling some petty murlocs we made our way up to the magnificent beast. Paying him his due respect, we informed him of our mission. He agreed to aid us, but first we had to aid him and destroy the hydra Hetaera who was plaguing his waters. Having already seen the likes if Hetaera in our search for Lord Arkkoroc, we headed off to bring the bitch down! Who says three heads are better than one? Hetaera proved trivial compared to what we had already faced this day and with her three heads in tow, we headed back to Lord Arkkoroc. Not only did he aid us with the items and information we sought, but this experience had increased my knowledge of the elements. The spirits came to me and bestowed my spells with more power and increased my knowledge of nature, I know wield its swiftness. With this surge of strength and progress of being closure to our goal, we ran atop the water back to Loramus. The Night Elf informed us that we now had the temper required to forge Felbane, now we just required the metal to forge it. But not just any metal would do, Loramus, with the aid of his felhounds, sent us off to recover a large amount of Crystallized Azsharite. The search was long and tiresome; having been in such a rush we misheard Loramus’s words, though I believe it was due to the Night Elf’s bad broken Orcish, and quickly found ourselves lost in the waters of Azshara.
We came upon a human encampment and were prepared for a fight, though they were not interested in battling the likes of us, in-fact, in broken Orcish, they pleaded for out aid. The Nagas of Azshara’s reef were coming for them and battle was about to break out at that moment. They granted us access to a mithril mine in their encampment and gave us directions back to where we had come and so we felt obligated to aid them in fending off the wretched Naga. Besides, Tamrin and I had to battle through the Nagas anyway to exit the encampment. We prepared for the worst as we engaged in battle and quickly found things comical, these weak humans could not defend themselves against the pathetic Nagas that sought their demise. With a yawn and a quick stretch the Nagas were dead and the humans endlessly thanked us. As we road out of their encamped with a chuckle in my breath, I had to stop abruptly as Tamrin fell off of his kodo mount right in front of me because he was laughing so hard at the humans “plight”. Despite the break in our mission and a good laugh being nice, we made our way back to Loramus with haste and learned exactly where to find the azsharite. After a lengthy scan of the area, Tamrin and I had mined it clean of azsharite and returned to the Night Elf. Now, having collected all the materials necessary to forge Felbane, Loramus gave us the last bit we needed, the true-name of Razelikh, Rakh’likh, and with that sent us off to a master blacksmith of the Mithril Order, Galvan of Stranglethorn Vale.
In the Northeastern part of this vast jungle, we found Galvan. Sitting in his hut and smoking a pipe, he grunted as we came up the path. Though he was a Dwarf, he was not concerned with who we were. He did not take part in the squabbles between the Horde and the Alliance, his purpose in this world was blacksmithing. Communicating with this Dwarf was quite easy, regardless of the language barrier. Tamrin and I simply laid the temper, azsharite and a note from Loramus with the true-name Rakh’likh on the ground. Galvan immediately jumped out of his chair and set to work, he knew what we were up to. After sometime our weapons were completed. Galvan had forged two perfectly crafted weapons of Felbane, a sword for Tamrin and a dagger for me, both engraved with the word “Rakh’likh”.
Tamrin and I were now ready to finish things. We traveled from the jungles of Stranglethorn to the Swamps of Sorrow. The Fallen Hero informed us of the final part of our mission now that we wielded Felbane. But, in order for us to find Rakh’likh, we first had to unite the shattered amulet. Rakh’likh’s three minions each held a piece of this amulet. Thus, we needed to take down Grol, Sevine and Allistarj and return to the Fallen Hero with these pieces, where he would combine them into one. This repaired amulet would allow us to teleport up to the Altar of the Defiler, atop the highest peak in the Blasted Lands. It was at this Altar where Tamrin and I would find Rakh’likh and put an end to his reign of terror.
Eager to pierce Rakh’likh’s heart with our weapons of Felbane, Tamrin and I were ready to head out after Grol. But before we could mount up, the Fallen Hero stopped us. He, Kirith and their eighteen men were no match for Rakh’likh’s minions, never mind Rakh’likh himself. Though Tamrin and I had proven our valor and worth, the Fallen Hero urged us to head back to Orgrimmar and recruit the aid of our brethren for alone we would fail in this final task. Tamrin and I came to our senses, and wishing not to join the Fallen Hero in his fate, we headed back to Orgrimmar to seek out those who would answer our call…
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