Story of Darhja, Part 1
Darhja - June 3, 2006
was known by little of that of the horde or of that of the
alliance. It was home to few, but it was home. In the late fall,
the one known as Darhja was born. He was different than the
others in many ways. His parents called him Dar, a simple name
for a young one. He and his family lived long in the tribe, and
had no objections to that of their cheiftan.
That is untill one day...
...It was mid-morning. The sun in the sky, a new day. Darhja was
sent out hunting for he was old enough to do such a thing for his
tribe. The chief selected him because he said he has promise
amoungst them. He spoke, " Though da troll may be different, he
'as promise." The others obeyed his words, and they took Darhja
into the woods for his first hunt. The hunt was a success for him
and his teachers. They feasted on the flesh of boar, a meat which
is considered a meal for a strong fighter.
Over the years he grew to be strong. He was a top huntsman of his
village. He could ride the backs of the wild creatures and slay
many with his sword. He was to become a honored one in his tribe
the next day. The chieftan would mark him with the blood of a
fallen foe, and he would become a stronger fighter. This is what
was to happen, but it did not...it never did.
...but...
...There was one of the tribe who disliked the chieftan. Zahjka
was his choosen name. He and the chieftan often disagreed and
fought. Darhja was walking back to his home when he heard them on
the edge of the forest talking... Zahjka spoke,"Da chieftan's
death must be swift, when da moon is full in da sky." Darhja
thought to himself, "Da moon be full later tonight, dis not be
good." " I must warn da cheiftan before dis 'appens." As he crept
back his foot brushed against some brush on the ground. Zahjka
looked up and snapped, " Darhja, what 'ave yeh 'heard." Darhja
continued to walk as he calmed said, " Nothin' go back teh your
woods." The troll glared at Darhja, " Yeh will be amoung da dead
troll." Darhja continued to walk, none did follow.
Later in the morning Darhja awoke only to find the chieftan
slayed. Zahjka became the knew chief of the tribe. A troll known
as Doblo ran over to Darhja and manged to make out,"
...p.arents..de.ad.." Zahjka had the blood of Darhja's father on
his blade, it was still wet. The chieftan smirked, and strode
over to Darhja and beckoned him forward. He spoke," Dis troll
known as Darhja 'as killed da Chieftan and his family, he does
not belong here no more." Darhja drew his blade to attack the
lying traitor of their tribe, but was dragged away by a number of
gaurds. He did not attack for they were once his friends. While
he was being dragged away he spoke one word to the new cheiftan,
"Revenge." Darhja never did get revenge on that of Zahjka for the
village was destroyed by that of the dwarves a few weeks after
the incident. Thought the village was destroyed the coward Zahjka
fled and still wanders this world...and so does Darhja...waiting
for revenge. He later left Durotar for that of the seas, but
still returns ever so often to see the ones he allies with known
as the Grim. Revenge will come to the alliance, the ones who
killed his people and to that of the theif who stole the like of
his respectable cheiftan and his parents. This has been told, and
it will be done.