Background if NOBODY WOULD EVER TAKE IT OOCLY!:
After some time, Zursha entered an order called the Korkron Vanguard.
The loyal supporters of Garrosh Hellscream, once she noticed that Garrosh as well as the Vanguard did no longer tolerate Warlocks nor any of their magics she started plotting against him and the vanguard in order to avenge her fallen brothers and sisters.
Two, three and even up to four months of solitary, she started to notice that the cravings of fel magic were to finally subside yet a dark shaman called Shrickta Shadowtusk took her under her guard into an order called "Blackfire order".
Within the order, she was sought to use her darker powers wich is exactly as she did right before she had a vision of the most violent and gorey futures ever.
Her offspring clearly hung up on the tree's. Let alone her own body being torn to shreds by demons and Orcs a like.
By that she had left the Blackfire Order and endured to what seemed to her? The endless trials of her own fel withdrawals.
Every hour, she woke up vomiting and shivering of the cold that creeped down her spine.
Every minute, she simply craved on how much she would like to use fel or even shadow magic.
Her mind, completely twisting around. As if nothing else but the darker magics existed to her.
Her body, slowly curling up as if being a mere fetus within the belly of its mother. Begging for mercy, her eyes wide and deranged and hoping for it all to stop.
Two, three months had passed. Her mind finally free of the grasp of the dark shaman as well as fel magic and shadowmancy, she wanted to do it right for a change.
By asking the elements for its powers she learned slowly but surely how to wield the power of water and ice just to keep her safe. No longer really being a danger to anyone else but her own? She knew that her linage could continue.. For good this time.
After some time, Zursha entered an order called the Korkron Vanguard.
The loyal supporters of Garrosh Hellscream, once she noticed that Garrosh as well as the Vanguard did no longer tolerate Warlocks nor any of their magics she started plotting against him and the vanguard in order to avenge her fallen brothers and sisters.
Two, three and even up to four months of solitary, she started to notice that the cravings of fel magic were to finally subside yet a dark shaman called Shrickta Shadowtusk took her under her guard into an order called "Blackfire order".
Within the order, she was sought to use her darker powers wich is exactly as she did right before she had a vision of the most violent and gorey futures ever.
Her offspring clearly hung up on the tree's. Let alone her own body being torn to shreds by demons and Orcs a like.
By that she had left the Blackfire Order and endured to what seemed to her? The endless trials of her own fel withdrawals.
Every hour, she woke up vomiting and shivering of the cold that creeped down her spine.
Every minute, she simply craved on how much she would like to use fel or even shadow magic.
Her mind, completely twisting around. As if nothing else but the darker magics existed to her.
Her body, slowly curling up as if being a mere fetus within the belly of its mother. Begging for mercy, her eyes wide and deranged and hoping for it all to stop.
Two, three months had passed. Her mind finally free of the grasp of the dark shaman as well as fel magic and shadowmancy, she wanted to do it right for a change.
By asking the elements for its powers she learned slowly but surely how to wield the power of water and ice just to keep her safe. No longer really being a danger to anyone else but her own? She knew that her linage could continue.. For good this time.