The Hunt: Khor and Lokaine
Khorgar - October 28, 2005
Khor the Berseker.
There are many songs written about the fury of Grom Hellscream,
the wisdom of Thrall and yet there were many heroes during the
war... and many tragedies.
Hear now, the story of Khor the Berserker, for it is a sad tale
indeed.
It is said that the Orc known as Khor was born a Frostwolf, the
same clan that gave birth to the Warchief, Thrall. And yet, Khor
himself never confirmed this and whenever talk of his heritage
came up, he dismissed, saying that he wanted to be known for his
actions now, not for what his kin had done. He wanted his own
reputation.
At a very young age Khor joined the armies of the Horde. He
fought valiantly in a number of battles, always bringing honor to
himself and to his comrades. He fought under Doomhammer, and he
performed many honorable deeds to add to his reputation. The
Berserker he came to be known as, for in battle Khor would almost
become a force of nature. Some have questioned if this was simply
a result of being empowered by the Demon Taint... and yet, and
yet, having seen Khor in battle myself years later I've come to
believe that this isn't the case.
Back then, Khor found a mate, Lokaine. In a time when Warlocks
ruled the Orcs, Lokaine seemed to have an inherent connection
with the elements that hinted of potential Shamanistic abilities
and yet, due to fears of persecution the female Orc never
developed these. Khor and Lokaine were perfect for each other.
They cared deeply for each other and honored each other. Their
caring, their honor of each other gave fruit in the form of a
son, Khorgar.
Khorgar was raised by his parents with honor, and when he was old
enough to hold a weapon, the young Orc did so, fighting at the
side of his parents. He learned how to defend himself and those
he cared about.
When the Taurens encountered the Orcs, I, Blackhoof of the
Bloodhoof Tauren came to call Khor a friend. It was then that I
met them, befriended them and it was during the attacks by
Admiral Proudmore that tragedy struck.
During one of said attacks, the home that Khor had built for
himself was burned to the ground. I came too late, to find young
Khorgar there. He was still alive, his parents obviously having
gone through great pains to get him out of the home, to save him.
And Khorgar... he remembered nothing. He remembered the fight, he
remembered loss. Swiftwind and I took Khorgar as our own, and we
tried to return to the young Orc his history, his heritage.
How successful I've been, I don't know. I've done what I can, the
rest... that I leave to the Earthmother.