Within the crisp, thick paper of this envelope, once the red wax of the seal is broken, is a letter. Upon it in fine italic script is written the following...
QuoteThe Written Will of Krogon Devilstep
If you are reading this. Then what I prepared this document for has come to pass. Since the Kosh'harg well over a year gone, and with my time spent captive to the Dark shaman, I have had much time to consider what is to come.
I do not fear death. Nor should any of you. Prophecy is a murky, complicated thing, and I chose not to let it dog my twilight hours. I hope I died in some way befitting this tribe and its legacy. Though I cannot decide where I am burned or how my pyre is risen, I would ask that my ashes not be scattered on this Draenor. Rather, throw them to the winds of our home, our real home of Durotar above razor hill. My fondest memories are of you all around the tree above the town. I would be honoured if I could be set free there when, not if, you return.
I have done many things in my life, that I regret, However... I can say with resolute certainty, the greatest honour of my life is that in the winter of my days, I ran with wolves.
For the Blood of the tribe, my brothers, my sisters, my family.My Belongings
Of what I owned in life, I give now to my kin in death, let these objects pass to those that I decree so that they may benefit.
To Sadok Sharptongue, I give what funds I possess. Upon news of my demise, what assets I own will be made ready for you to use as and how you see fit, for yourself or the pack..
To Trakmar Beastbane, I give my Garn wolf if it yet lives. J'ror is young, but strong. He will no doubt serve you longer than I. Should you feel it wiser, set him free once more in Frostfire, the choice is yours and I trust you in this.
To my Blood brother Rargnasha Bloodmark, I give one of my swords. It wouldn't burn on a pyre anyway, too dam well made. May it be ornament or tool of war, let it be something of me given to you.
The second of my two swords, I give to Kozgugore Feraleye. I swore to you once that It belonged to you, and I would serve in this life or the next. let it be a token of that loyalty, or a fine wall decoration my wolfking.
To Therak Duskstalker, though we in the end did not see eye to eye, I give you one of my Gronn bone daggers, the blade made of Adamantite. May it cut your enemies deep.
To Kargnar Bloodpaw, I give my banner. It will no doubt be wrapped about my waist, fly our tribes colours proudly.
To Groshnok Gorewrath, I give my main dagger. Forged of adamantite with a gronn bone handle. No doubt you'l do plenty of good 'cutting' with it.
To Gridish Rimeweaver, I give my wyvern daggers from the challenge. Six in total, let them be a fine reminder that cunning is a trait to be valued, one I believe you and I share.
To Mokh'tar Axenheart, I give my smithing tools. A Dark Iron hammer among them. Craft perfection, solid and sharp.
To Rhonya Steelheart, I give my satchel pack. within you will find my survival tools, medical box and general belongings. May you make good use of all that is contained within.
To Srelok Grimtide I gift my prayer beads. May they guide and aid you with the spirits, and shield you from the worst of them.
To my nephew Kaang, should you ever come across him, I give my black war gear. I trust in his new trade it will be of use to him, wrapped among a panthers fur it is with the tribes stores.
My daughter, you have all you need. The knowledge that your mother and father loved you.
Anything else, you may do with as you see fit.
And with that, I have little else to give of worth or note. Though of my Wolf mask, keep it upon my head. A wolf should not be without his face for his pyre. And the Axe I forged as Nag'ogar, that too... Never know which spirit I may need to whack into shape in the next life.
Strength, Cunning, Wisdom. For the blood of the tribe.
Signed,
Krogon Devilstep
