Studies
Warneshi - March 23, 2006
Warneshi looked to the knife on the table still the blood turning
black as it dried, his blood.
Warneshi's quest to unbind himself from Slys'Thok had taken him
on what seemed like a wild goose chase, leading from this ruin to
that ruin. Even bringing him face to face with his mother as
Warneshi foiled yet another attmept of the great bitch to get
Warneshi to work to her will.
In one of the early Sandfury temples, constructed soon after the
fall of the Amanugar Empire, Warneshi had found what it was he
sought; the writings of his ancestor, the very first Sandscalp.
It seemed the blood of Slys'Thok had poisoned his family for far
longer then he had thought; it had not started at his father, but
it had almost ended there.
Warneshi learned his ancestor wished to do the same thing
Warneshi now wanted to accomplish, free his blood from demonic
infection. But as the orcs had learned long ago, that was
extremely difficult task, involving facing the very demon that
poisons that blood. Warneshi sighed, he could not slay Sly'sThok
on his own, and the Sanfury people where not yet ready for him to
be lost to them. If Warneshi could not slay the demon to free his
blood, then Warneshi would lock his blood away from the world so
that it could not spread the infection.
Warneshi knew his time was drawing near; every second longer he
lived was another second of power Slys'Thok was gaining. Warneshi
could not try to ask the Grim for help, they had their own
problems now, Vuudu's disease was getting worse, Warneshi could
smell it, and it seemed other Grims where getting sick as well.
Lilliana was acting weak after her battles, and Emmons may of
been losing his mind. No this was the burden of the Sandfury
alone. Warneshi did hate lying to his fellow Grim, hated
misleading them. The Sandfury embassy was indeed real, for the
Sandfury where rising as a power again, but all the time Warneshi
spent there did not all pertain to matters of state; the rest of
his time went to his studies.
Warneshi smirked, soon his time on Azeroth would be over. Only
one other living being knew the history of the Sandfury as
Warneshi did, and he would have to seek her out before his time
to make sure whatever troll assumed the mantle of Tyrant would
know the trials their people had faced and would have the drive
to continue Warneshi's quest. The Sandfury would rise again, they
would show the people of Azeroth the punishment for forgetting
those that would never truely die.
Warneshi picked up the knife; it had been hard to find such a
weapon that could leave a scar in Warneshi's flesh, and continued
to carve the ruins into his arms. The seals would hide away
Warneshi's essence and his blood when he died, forever banishing
the curse that was the Sandscalp line from Azeroth.
The five Grim stood over the fallen corpse of the basalisk
master, Antu'Sul. Warneshi was silent and stuned in place; after
so much searching, after years and years of his life thrown away,
he had finally found the first half of the key...Sang"Thraze.
The king blade of the Sandfury, the warden against all control,
forged by his father Ukorz to keep the demons from his mind, and
from the hearts of his people. Sul'Thraze the Lasher was made
when Ukorz drove the silithid from Zul'Farrak and when the demons
came to try and claim the Sandfury victory as their
responsability. Ukorz would not have it, so he took what power he
had left, and his greatest advisors, magisters, and priests of
the shadow, and forged a blade from the essence of all the
Sandfury; a blade to make the Sandfury their own people for as
long as it was held in a Sandfury's hands.
When Warneshi came under the influence of his mother, Slys'Thok;
she knew their was only one way she could gain control of all the
Sandfury, destroy the blade. When Warneshi atacked Ukorz he
shattered the blade into two pieces, those loyal to Ukorz
spirited away the two halves while Warneshi finished off their
beloved King. Latter when Warneshi broke away from his mothers
will, she vowed to him that he would once again be hers, upon the
two halves of his fathers blade, that the Sandfury would never be
free as long what was broken was never made whole.
Warneshi picked up the blade, held it with great reverance in his
hands. He could feel the power coarse through him. He could feel
her control weakening, he could feel the wards on his arms burn
with her hate. If Warneshi could re-unite the blade, then the
wards would not be needed, he could fight Slys'Thok in her own
realm, on her own terms and win. With the power of all Sandfury,
dead and living, being weilded in his hands, nothing could stop
Warneshi.
Warneshi stood over the meatpuppet that was what was left of his
father. Warneshi hated the sight of his father, such a great
troll brought to slavery at his hands; but Warneshi was happier
this day, his father had a gift for him.
Warneshi reached down to his fathers corpse, he found a parcel,
wrapped in the skin of what was once trolls. Warneshi could smell
the corruption and power bleeding our from within...Jang'Thraze.
Warneshi attacked the wrapping flaying the ancient skin to pieces
and eyeing the half of the blade he shattered. He could hear his
mothers screams of rage, and in his mind he roared at her; her
time was done in this world, and he would free his people.
Lilliana and Regnanetah watched the large troll as he tore into
the parcel, they knew only one thing could excite their King so.
It was a good day for their people, and in the midst of their
fued they had found a small time of peace.
Warneshi held Jang'Thraze in his hand and allowed its power to
seep into his blood, awakening his hunger; it was a hunger for
souls, but this time only one soul was on his mind. His mother
would pay her price, her time was coming and soon her children
would strike the final blow to the great bitch.
Warneshi turned to his two companions.
"Thiss day...the keyss to our freedom are found, we are
victoriouss Sandfury."
It was all he said, and from the looks on his fellow Sandfury's
face; he knew they understood the importance of this, they wanted
this freedom as much as him; it was an impulse that burned in the
blood of all Sandfury.
Regnanetah knew soon the blade would be re-forged, he had not
been alive to of seen it, but he knew well it's history, and he
knew the power Warneshi was going to weild. He opened a portal to
the Undercity, Warneshi was going to go retrieve the other half,
and soon the key would be re-made.
Lilliana was excited to see Warneshi so happy. He had been in the
foulest of moods for so many days that this break from it meant
more to her then the actual blades being found. She knew the
importance, Warneshi had pounded the history of their people into
her head again and again; but Lilliana felt this was a moment
more for Warneshi, he had found what he had worked so long to
aquire.
Warneshi stepped into the portal and made his way to the bank as
swiftly as he could. Lilliana and Regnanetah made haste to meet
their King. Taking Sang'Thraze from its hiding place in his
vault, he could feel the two blades crying out to each other.
Like long lost lovers they wanted each other more then anything,
they cryed out in Warneshi's mind; but he knew just a little
longer.
Warneshi doned his ceremonial armors and made his way to Lilliana
and Regnanetah. He stood before them and smiled at them both;
they were loyal and in them he saw a bright and powerful future
for his people.
Warneshi drew the blades forth and called to the nether, his
prayer was powerful and he used the energies that flowed in the
blood of all the Sandfury to bring to his people their salvation.
"In hatred iss forged, the key to our prisson.
In darknesss iss born our salvation.
In corruption our power iss given a voice.
Sul'Thraze sing on high your blessingsss."
Warneshi laughed so hard his sides hurt, he watched as he drew
the two blades close, they reached for each others with tendrils
of shadow. All light near them was consumed, and the denizens of
the Undercity looked on in awe as the two shards became one.
Regnanetah and Lilliana heard a voice, it was beautiful and it
called to them as a mother would call to her children. It
promised them salvation and love, and it did so demanding their
loyalty. The two trolls knelt before the blade, in it's glowing
light they felt stronger, they could feel their hatreds brought
to the surface; they looked upon all around them with scorn. For
the short time they were in the blades presence they discovered
in their hearts the knowledge that were better then all that
surronded them, they were more powerful; and Sul'Thraze taught
them to hate all the was weaker then themselves.
Warneshi looked grand, he stood before his two loyal subjects and
smiled as they came under the spell of the blade. Warneshi closed
his eyes, he could feel Lilliana and Regnanetah in his mind; he
reached our and found Krezinak, he went into their hearts and
told them their true power. He taught them they were better then
those that surronded them, that the power they held was given a
voice in Sul'Thraze. He reassured them that the other races were
but slaves to their wills, they were Sandfury, and he gave them a
voice to command the world.
Warneshi sheathed the blade, he could still feel all the
Sandfury, many more had escaped Zul'Farrak then he thought; and
he would track all of them down. Their return was inevitable now,
the blade that was their voice was re-made. Nothing could stop
the Sandfury's return.