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A whisper in the wind

Started by Nosh'marak, June 14, 2016, 05:21:41 PM

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Soft winds blew in the evening air, cooling those who found themselves too warm. It was a beautiful and calm day, not even the everlasting flames of giant statues from ancient times daring to disturb the peace. Animals found refuge in the shade, basking in the heat from the ever so warm sun. The lands were in snooze, idly waiting for nothing. A lone orc was sweatily scaling the cliffside up to one of the giant statues.



Nosh'marak grabbed ahold of the next rock, slowly hauling himself up the mountain. The sun warmed up his bare arms, sending waves of warmth through his entire body. He was far above the ground now, animals and other creatures being small as simple ants. He looked up, gritting his teeth as he pulled himself up even further; the statue coming closer and closer. He'd been careful not to lose the pouch hanging by his belt. If he did, this journey would all have been for nothing. He found himself thinking; What if the spirits did not like his offerings? Rhonya and Srelok and warned him that if you lost the favor of the spirits, you might never regain it. He shook his head, grunting.

Nothing can stop me now.

He'd spoke with some locals in Ramkahen, asked them if they knew of any place to make offerings to the spirits. They had laughed, telling him he might as well climb a mountain in the desert. Little did they know; Nosh takes things literally. It wasn't just because he had spoke with the locals, though. Something was calling him to this mountain. Was it because the winds blew in this direction, or was it something else? He did not know. He almost felt as if the winds whispered to him, encouraging him to carry on. He shook his head once more, his own thoughts sounding ridiculous.

His hand touched the platform above, instantly filling him with pleasure. He'd made it, and with only one hand! Impressive, he was sure. He was immediately overwhelmed with the view. He saw all of Uldum. From the Lost City, all the way to the entrance of Uldum. He even thought he saw a glimpse of great structures, floating in the distance. He stood right next to one of the statues, admiring its strange beauty. He moved forward, placing himself between the two front legs of the statue on his knees. He opened his pouch, taking out incense sticks and a holder made from wood. He lit the incense sticks, letting the smoke spread with the wind. He thought he could feel the winds approving, a cool breeze blowing on to him.
"Dogs obey and whimper, wolves carve their own path with a roar! Let the Alliance hear your cries for battle! Rrosh'ka Valokh! For the Blood!"