Silent Echoes: Introduction
     
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As far as the trolls stood, the orcs were of paramount more danger to the alliance than anything else, supposedly even the burning legion even though it was the burning legion itself that had transformed the orcs into the beings that they were. Once a somewhat civil and shamanistic race, they were driven mad by the thirst for battle, which they were far more proficient than one would admit.
Many warriors fell in the coming battles that were scattered across the lands of Arathor. Azeroth and Khaz Modan fell victim to the Orcish horde. Blackrock Spire was their main place of operations after ousting and executing its current ruler.
My spirit gave pause at some of the events that followed after this. What I had previously thought a savage race, much akin to these "Orcs," the humans actually turned out far more noble than I had at first suspected. My field was fixated on one now, named Anduin Lothar. A truly unique and inspiring individual, for a petty human.
He led a great exodus that in turn led to the human alliance of Lordaeron. For his strength and purity, he met a bad ending, as did I. I found much in common with this man, at least at the viewpoint I was now in. To my own partial disgust, I found myself actually admiring this man, as far as admiring was allowed to go past the horrid screams of the Twisting Nether.
Yet, the unthinkable was to occur. Something unforgivable to any standard was to take place at the hands of these dreaded creatures, their spirits reeking of the breath of Warlocks.
Led under the banner of Ogrim Doomhammer, the Orcish warchief, this insatiable horde demolished Quel'Thalas. My home. I had watched with great anticipation my family bare roots, I had watched them grow and be peaceful and productive. While I had to endure unrecognizable agony, they were there thriving and living on after my horrid end. Yet, the next day, it was gone. Forever. My spirit sunk into a great state of crestfallen stupor for the next few months, not even thought able to penetrate it.
The rage and lust for life began to consume me.

 

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