Several months ago:
Hektar stood upon a cloud and looked down on the continent of Kalimdor, the scars of the Cataclysm easy to spot. His blood boiled with thoughts of all Deathwing had wrought upon this world. In recent weeks he had stepped up his assaults on Black dragon nests throughout the world. Others assaulted their strongholds in search of glory, but Hektar knew the key to victory was in culling the enemies numbers. Eventually Deathwing himself would have to be dealt with as well.
Hektar felt a hand upon his shoulder and turned to see a gray old Orc clothed in simple leather robes looking upon him. Tekkar had been Hektars mentored and taught him all he knew before his death six months ago.
"I am honoured by your presence teacher." Hektar bowed his head as he spoke.
"You have disappointed me my young apprentice. The winds howls its anger at your behaviour these past few months. The elements say you have stopped asking for help and now demand it. This is not the way of the shaman." Tekkar said calmly.
"I do what is necessary, the elements offer up insufficient power to use in this struggle so I take what I need."
Tekkars eyes filled with sadness "Look down upon this world Hektar, see its scars, the elements are in pain, extreme pain. They do not have it in them to give you more than they have. You should be grateful for what help they can provide."
"It is for this world that I fight, how am I to fix it if the elements do not provide me with what I need? I will continue to force my will upon them to gather the strength that is needed." Hektar stated firmly.
"Your choice of allies has tainted my teachings. The Grims by any means necessary attitude is not in keeping with all I taught you. I had hoped you would be strong and not succumb to this simplistic reasoning but alas I was wrong."
Hektar spat back angrily "Do not speak ill of The Grim, without us the Horde would have fallen beneath the boots of man long ago. You have wasted your time coming to me Tekkar for you will not change my mind on this."
"I came only to tell you the ancestors are now deaf to your pleas. The elements will not here your calls. You are without power now. I am sorry my friend."
Hektar awoke in his bedroom sweating profusely, an emptiness filling him, he had been stripped of his shamanistic powers.
A new source of power
Re: A new source of power
Two months later:
Hektar hefted a large battle axe over his shoulder and made for the door of his small apartment in Orgrimmar. One of his sources had just given him information on a possible Dragons nest not far from Orgrimmar. He threw back the hide over the door just as his head began to ache and the world around him spun. He collapsed to a knee and the world went dark.
Hektar opened his eyes to find himself lying upon cold stone. He looked around and saw that he was in a cave, one he recognized instantly.
"Welcome Dragonsbane." a familiar voice called behind him, Hektar spun to meet the gaze of an elf named Varila. She was not really an elf however, she was Varilastraz, his connection to the Red Dragonflight. "You have been busy these last few months. You have proven yourself a competent warrior."
Hektar stood tall, even without the aid of the elements he had carried on his assault upon the Black dragon flight.
"But we have no need of a competent warrior, we have need of a champion. The end times are approaching and with your paltry skills swinging that crude axe I doubt we will manage to live through them."
"The elements do not hear my call! I do not allow this to hamper my efforts! If this is not good enough for your Queen then perhaps I am not as useful she believed." Hektar stated firmly.
"Do not question the beliefs of beings so much greater than yourself Orc!" Varila spat. "She has decided to bestow upon you a gift." Varila stepped to Hektar and placed her hand upon his chest. Hektar stood even taller as he felt himself filled with a power like he had never experienced.
"Go now Hektar Dragonsbane to Dallaran. Speak with Rhonin, he is expecting you, and you have much work to do."
Hektar felt himself pulled through another portal and was soon standing in a building in Dalaran.
Hektar hefted a large battle axe over his shoulder and made for the door of his small apartment in Orgrimmar. One of his sources had just given him information on a possible Dragons nest not far from Orgrimmar. He threw back the hide over the door just as his head began to ache and the world around him spun. He collapsed to a knee and the world went dark.
Hektar opened his eyes to find himself lying upon cold stone. He looked around and saw that he was in a cave, one he recognized instantly.
"Welcome Dragonsbane." a familiar voice called behind him, Hektar spun to meet the gaze of an elf named Varila. She was not really an elf however, she was Varilastraz, his connection to the Red Dragonflight. "You have been busy these last few months. You have proven yourself a competent warrior."
Hektar stood tall, even without the aid of the elements he had carried on his assault upon the Black dragon flight.
"But we have no need of a competent warrior, we have need of a champion. The end times are approaching and with your paltry skills swinging that crude axe I doubt we will manage to live through them."
"The elements do not hear my call! I do not allow this to hamper my efforts! If this is not good enough for your Queen then perhaps I am not as useful she believed." Hektar stated firmly.
"Do not question the beliefs of beings so much greater than yourself Orc!" Varila spat. "She has decided to bestow upon you a gift." Varila stepped to Hektar and placed her hand upon his chest. Hektar stood even taller as he felt himself filled with a power like he had never experienced.
"Go now Hektar Dragonsbane to Dallaran. Speak with Rhonin, he is expecting you, and you have much work to do."
Hektar felt himself pulled through another portal and was soon standing in a building in Dalaran.