-You have failed....
-You defiled our bloodline...
-You have forsaken US!
Draugarr shifted from his left to his right side, clearly in pain judging by his expressions.
-We had no choice! The humans outnumbered us...There was no way to escape...
-Die with honor then...
-Join us if you fail on the battlefield...
-Spill their and your own blood if need be, but not subdue to THEM!
-I will please you, my fathers....Just give me time and I will make sure the Alliance dogs suffer for what I've become...Just give more time..more power!
-You do not ask for guidance, Draugarr...
-You only ask for power...Our power...
-But you do not deserve it...
-I am not here to bargain! I am here to uphold my oath and strengthen the links between us! Now, grant me your wisdom and strength..In return, I shall cleanse our bloodline!
-Power...Strength..Wisdom...
-You shall recieve them now...
-We dwindle in numbers..we reek of corruption...
-Now...We shall share that corruption..with you..my son...
Draugarr suddenly snapped out from his ritual. The small hut was set up to temporarily host his Shamanistic summoning and to consult his ancestors.
He tried to stand up, but felt as if he was shackled to the ground. He felt powerless, his strength and spirit seeping away from him. He suffocated, he collapsed and tried to reach out once more towards his ancestors, begging to know what is happening. The temperature plummetted within the hut, as if he was on the icy peaks of Icecrown. He was screaming in pain as the cold bit into his skin and bones.
He became pale, to the point where he would just look like a frozen corpse. He grasped one of the totems around him and attempted to disrupt the spirit link, but it was frozen aswell and rockhard. He finally gave up and thought he'd die...He was kept awake. He was tortured for hours, his soul being infected by the corruption he unintentionally spread amongst his own ancestors years ago.
As suddenly as it started, it ended the same way. He felt his limbs sore and chilled, his blood burning with rage, and he felt his soul darkened and decrepit. He looked around, his equipment, bar his armor and weaponry, shattered into icicles. He walked out into the glaring sun and started marching towards the Wetlands.
-You wanted power..We gave you so much more...
-We gave you our emotions..Our rage...
-Our anger, our darkness...
-And gave back...what you have given to us...
-You defiled our bloodline...
-You have forsaken US!
Draugarr shifted from his left to his right side, clearly in pain judging by his expressions.
-We had no choice! The humans outnumbered us...There was no way to escape...
-Die with honor then...
-Join us if you fail on the battlefield...
-Spill their and your own blood if need be, but not subdue to THEM!
-I will please you, my fathers....Just give me time and I will make sure the Alliance dogs suffer for what I've become...Just give more time..more power!
-You do not ask for guidance, Draugarr...
-You only ask for power...Our power...
-But you do not deserve it...
-I am not here to bargain! I am here to uphold my oath and strengthen the links between us! Now, grant me your wisdom and strength..In return, I shall cleanse our bloodline!
-Power...Strength..Wisdom...
-You shall recieve them now...
-We dwindle in numbers..we reek of corruption...
-Now...We shall share that corruption..with you..my son...
Draugarr suddenly snapped out from his ritual. The small hut was set up to temporarily host his Shamanistic summoning and to consult his ancestors.
He tried to stand up, but felt as if he was shackled to the ground. He felt powerless, his strength and spirit seeping away from him. He suffocated, he collapsed and tried to reach out once more towards his ancestors, begging to know what is happening. The temperature plummetted within the hut, as if he was on the icy peaks of Icecrown. He was screaming in pain as the cold bit into his skin and bones.
He became pale, to the point where he would just look like a frozen corpse. He grasped one of the totems around him and attempted to disrupt the spirit link, but it was frozen aswell and rockhard. He finally gave up and thought he'd die...He was kept awake. He was tortured for hours, his soul being infected by the corruption he unintentionally spread amongst his own ancestors years ago.
As suddenly as it started, it ended the same way. He felt his limbs sore and chilled, his blood burning with rage, and he felt his soul darkened and decrepit. He looked around, his equipment, bar his armor and weaponry, shattered into icicles. He walked out into the glaring sun and started marching towards the Wetlands.
-You wanted power..We gave you so much more...
-We gave you our emotions..Our rage...
-Our anger, our darkness...
-And gave back...what you have given to us...