Nakobu:
I know that the topic of what to hunt during one's Om'riggor is something that many often worry about.
When I first heard of the existence of the Om'riggor, I knew what it was that I should probably hunt should I ever come to do it. That being a demon.
To tell the truth, I had only ever seen drawings and heard tales of demons when I first thought about it.
But after seeing and even facing a demon once or twice in the time since then, my feelings didn't really change.
Demons chased my grandfather and the other draenei for over twenty-five thousand years during the Long Journey.
They had a hand in the corruption of the orcs of this time, leading to the events that you know and perhaps have even lived through yourself.
The idea of hunting a demon was quite symbolic, honouring those I used to be among, and those I am now.
But saying 'I shall hunt a demon' and actually doing such is two very different things.
I am not some strong orc warrior. I am not a vindicator, nor am I an anchorite.
I have my faith, but I could not call on it to help me. I have knowledge as an artificer, but such was not to be used either with its close link to magic.
I am not very good at using traditional weapons. So the idea of facing a demon with just that alone was, is frightening.
How people can charge against them as if they are something normal to face. I cannot really understand it.
I have tried to face a demon alone one time before, nearly a year ago when we were in Nagrand. A practice run of sorts that I did for this Om'riggor during the test for the Sword of Strength. A tale for another time I suppose but it did not go so well.
Though the Legion fell before I even came to this world, there are still demons around and causing problems. as I am sure you are all keenly aware from our time in Desolace.
Vin is a demon hunter. I asked her where there might be a demon in the lands around here that I could perhaps look for.
She said that at Ashenvale's Felfire Hill, there was a demon going after travellers that had to go through the area. A succubus, supposedly.
I had never really seen one of the creatures, again, only in tales and pictures. I knew very little aside from they use charm magics.
The ride over was really quite unpleasant. All I could really feel was dread for what I was about to put myself up against.
Luckily at least, the journey through the Barrens and into the forest was quiet and not very interesting. of course that only meant my mind got to worry further over what was to come.
Eventually, I made it to what was Felfire Hill, leaving my wolf at its base. Despite it's name as a hill, it is quite the flat area after the initial climb.
Perhaps it was because I finally arrived at the site where the demon lurked, but all I could feel was sick as I walked further in.
I do not know what happened at that hill in the past, but there were a number of craters, big and small, all over.
Filled with rainwater. The ground was slick with mud. It was like Draenor. Its battlefields, pockmarked from the artillery on both sides.
I eventually found the succubus amongst the craters. It was kneeling beside a young troll that was down in the mud. I had hoped I was in time to help him and for him to be simply injured but it was too late.
I do not know exactly what the demon did to kill him but it did not look to be a quick death. The sight of him like that was really quite haunting.
The demon noticed me quite quickly. The sound of me walking in the mud gave me away from quite the way away, I suppose.
It said some words, but Eredun and Draenei have a bit too much of a difference in dialect for me to properly understand. Though I am not sure I would much like to comprehend what it had to say.
Whatever did end up saying, it soon came running closer towards me, but it kept itself at a good distance. The battle between us both, it was not anything heroic.
The succubus used their whip and shadow magics from range, which was very effective, as evidenced by my state when I arrived back here.
The whip caused so much pain that it would cause me to lock up and freeze, even from only a light hit, which the demon would follow up with knocking me down and away with its shadow magics.
Getting close was very difficult. The times I thought I managed to get next to the demon, I would suddenly black out. I would wake up moments later, but on the ground with more open cuts from its whip and cold burns from its shadows.
It wasn't long before I realised it was the creature's charm magics at play. It was hard to resist it on my own. Without the Light to protect me, I was near defenceless to it.
Things carried on like this over and over until one time, I got lucky. The demon had an injury to the back of one of its legs. The troll must had done it before he had been bested.
The demon stumbled for a moment, and I was able to just barely get in close and stab it in the abdomen.
The stabbing allowed me to keep so close that it could not use its whip nor shadows against me easily.
I managed to sink the dagger in a few more times. Of course, being a demon, that wasn't really going to be enough.
But it gave me the chance I needed. With it unable to stop me, I pushed it into one of the craters by us. Injured, with the mud slick around the sides. It could not get out.
I said about the battlefields of Draenor, yes? Back then, in the lull between battle, rain would come. Fill the craters made by the artillery. Turn the ground to mud.
Those injured but still able to move would attempt to retreat from no-man's land to get back to their side.
But they would slip. Fall into the water filled craters. The mud would be too slick for them to climb out on their own. They would cry out for help, help that could never come because of the danger.
They would call out, and they would desperately splash in the water until they didn't any more. Exhaustion would take them and they would drown.
It may have been a demon. And it may have been viciously attacking any it could. But I am not one who can sentence anything to a long, painful demise, temporary or not.
It deserved some kind of mercy. Even for the sole reason that others that suffered that fate did not get any.
I went over near to the young fallen troll – he had a spear with him. It was broken but it was long enough.
After waiting a bit of time for the demon to weaken in the water, I got a bit closer to the edge of the crater while hiding the spear behind me. The demon was already by the edge, having tried repeatedly to climb out in vain.
Standing back, I readied the broken spear and thrust down at the demon as best I could. It was pure luck but I managed to catch the creature in the head and end it without any further struggling.
Getting the body out of the crater would be far too dangerous, so I cut the horns from the succubus' head as some form of grim 'proof', I suppose. And I had to leave the rest of it floating in those waters.
As for the young troll, I just barely managed to pull his body down from the hill and to a place in the forest uncorrupted.
I called on the Light to bless his body and gave him his rites before setting his body to burn with holy flame.
What I did was not the troll of doing things of course, but he deserved something. He did not have anything to identify who he was, nor where he was from.
If the spirits invalidate the Om'riggor because of my call to the Light for him, so be it. I do not think I want the approval of such spirits if that is the case. That is everything.
Name given: Shadowbreaker.