An empty sound filled the tent when Gordahar hit his forehead with his palm. He could not believe in himself being so blind! Actually it was always the opposite, he have considered himself sharp-minded! Therefore the fact that such an easy problem to solve took him so much time was rather embarrassing.
Still, he would be a fool to regret the effort he put into this matter. Visiting Garadar and recovering fading memories about the mighty Oshu’gun mountain was a beneficial experience and an occasion for religious reflection, an internal talk with ancestors, one could say. Also the story he created was... well, quite creative. Even though it probably was a pure work of imagination.
On the well-prepared parchment he wrote a list, addressing it to the Tribe’s spiritual leader, his new superior and brother same time. The writing looked like an lopsided, silly-looking hybrid of orcish language and unsuccessfully elven style of writing.
Great Thur’ruk Mazguul Sharpeye,
After an embarrassingly long period of reflection, I finally saw what was the intention of a writer. Even thou words defining elements, Holy Mountain, language of elements and others are definitely powerful ones, the proper text of the inscription can be noticed by looking at first letters only. Therefore it reads:
FILL BOWL AND SPIRIT SPEAKS OF THE WOLF CULT
The question has to appear in mind: have you ever filled it? Its effects could be interesting, especially that this sentence is too general to state anything in particular about the history. During my journeys through our ancestors’ homeland I had the honour to encounter the Spirit Wolf... Could the bowl be a way to contact with it? I would be honoured if You could write to me back, or tell me if we met, about further insight into the bowl’s matter.
Ready to serve,
Gordahar
He sighed long, and stood up with a groan. The emotions that arose in him after sudden discovery were slowly leaking out of him, though he was still quite angry with himself. He walked out of the tent and took a deep breath, looking at Nagrand’s astonishing planescape.
And then, after the second thought, turned around, sat down vigorously and started writing again.
Actually, my first idea was that the text tells about a belief, now forgotten. It stated that in the times our ancestors lived in Draenor, the elements were untamed, chaotic and destructive. The Spirits on the peak of Holy Mountain talked with them in Kalimag, the language understood by the nature’s forces. They were trying to peacefully calm the raging elements down. Nevertheless, it did not work and the Oshu’gun was in fire – either literally or metaphorically. The spirits therefore used their own power, or maybe power through shamans, and hunted elements, taming their rage and extinguishing fire. The clouds were then formed, as mixtures of elements but in ordered state...
Almost all words fit the story!
Still, it is probably untruth. But, well...
Who might really know that?
He couldn’t stop to smile widely while sending the letter, imagining Mazguul’s face expression after reading the story.
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