Nyx

Part 1: The Beginning.nnThe night was a cool one for a summer in shadowmoon valley. Ner'zhul had summoned the Shaman from each clan to a meeting.. it was a Strange and dark time for the shaman of the newly formed "Horde"... The elements had pulled away from some.. most... forcing many to embrace the ways of the New dark magics of the warlocks. Powerful shaman... well respected through out all the clans... Drek'Thar of the Frostwolves, Zuluhed of the Dragonmaw... many had abandoned the Shamanistic ways... feeling that the elements had forsaken them. When in truth, it was the Shaman who had forced the hand of the elements, upseting the delicate balance between good and evil. In turn, upsetting the very nature of the universe.nnOnce Mighty, Feared, Respected Shaman were dabbling in Dark, Perverse Magics... Few kept true to the ways.. Knowing the bond with the Elements and the ancestors was one of trust and understanding. Mah'Gilla Boulderfist, Son of Martoc, Shaman to the Warrior Chieftain Grommash Hellscream, was one of them. nnThe War on the Dreanei had fueled a great pride and tenacious spirit within the mighty Orcish people. Though some, Like Mah'Gilla were in protest, they too could see the growth the war brought. Advances in weaponry, Tactics, increased training. With that came somethings that troubled them deeply. nnSome Shaman had lost the ability to speak with the ancestors. Some were unable to bless and heal the wounded. and ALL, lacked the ability to harness the power of the elements.... Before, the Dreanei's strange, yet seemingly pure magic, was combated by the shamans ability to harness the strength of the Earth, force of the Wind, the nourishment of the water... and the Wrath of FIRE.. nnThis meeting, marked a turning point. a point where Orcs would choose to follow the dark path or the warlocks, or stay true to their shamanistic ways. Ner'zhul and his second, Gul'dan stood at the Pyre where a great fire was burning. the smell of timber from the near by, Terrokar Forest was in the air. a sickly sweet smell, unique, and used to enhance the senses. Ner'zhul spoke, his words trembling abit as he began... "Brothers, Shaman of the Mighty Horde... I come to you tonite.. as a Leader... concerned for his people... we have all tasted the bitter denial the elements have bestowed apon us... we have for hundreds of years.. embraced a way of life that has kept us.." Gul'dan's sniveling voice struck forward as Nerzhul quieted himself immediately.. Gul'dan began "from tasting true power. the power to survive, the power to dominate our enemies... the power to become more then simple mortals trapped in traditions and timeless fables..." nnGul'dan continued as Mah'Gilla started to look around at the Fellow shaman near him... shock and heartache ripped through his face.. they were nodding. AGREEING, with this TREACHEROUS DOG... he stood.. cutting off Gul'dan in mid sentence, "Some of what you say is true Gul'dan.. but as ive always known you... you speak with a forked tongue.. you speak of Tradition as if its a plague upon us... you speak of POWER... as if it must not be tempered by JUSTICE..." his words stiffened as he stepped closer. "You speak of betrayal, when it is our very own leaders.. that broke the balance.. and forced the elements to forsaken most of us.." he turned, facing his brethren... all in Full Clan Shaman Regalia... "this.. WAR.. it is unjust... its forced us to prey on an enemy that has not wronged us.. search your hearts.. the Dreanei have done no wrong.. they seek peace with us.. and we bring bloodshed.." nnZuluhed, the eccentric Spiritual leader of the Dragonmaw clan stood up and spoke... his long robes swaying in the gentle valley breeze. "Mah'Gilla... your words fill these shaman... young and old.. with TREASON!" a mighty roar erupted from the circle of Orcs sitting around the pyre. Mah'Gilla's face soured, his gut began to twist.. he realized his words had fallen on death ears.. even the Great Drek'Thar glared at him.. his Mentor for so many years.. A Wicked smile crossed Gul'dan's face. He slowly moved forward and spoke sofly to the one Defiant Shaman still unwavering in his stance. "As you can see, they all wish to taste what i have to offer them! you are alone... Mah'Gilla.. and if you think for a second... Hellscream will keep a powerless shaman as his most trusted..." Mah'Gilla Spun, his Robes twisting with ease his massive hand gripped Gul'dan's Neck.. He spoke to the elements.. in his mind the words whispered softly.. *it is you.. that feeds us... guides us... keeps us warm.. cleanses our bodies.. gives us Power... and Tempers it with wisdom.. grant me your strength.. do not abandon me in this time of need!*nnAs soon as he began, he felt the great earth enhance his muscles... he gripped Gul'dan's frail neck tighter and lifted him off the ground..the others began to charge forward trying to save their beloved Warlock... oddly enough... Ner'zhul stayed slumped over.. not making so much as a gesture towards the skirmish... as they closed in a ring of fire blazed up from the ground circling Mah'gilla and the now gasping Gul'dan.. a hush fell over the group.. such things werent possible anymore... the elements... had forsaken the Orcish people.. how could he still harness such MAGIC?!!nnMah'Gilla closed his eyes.. muttering a phrase.. his very body began to Crackle with energy.. a mighty storm seemed to brew from the nether.. and with a loud crack... a Massive bolt of Lightning struck down upon the two encircled by the flame.. The shockwave Tossed back the onlookers and threw up dust, smoke, and rock... Gul'dan lay there coughing.. Mah'gilla, unscathed by the very Thunderstorm he created.. used the time to make haste... escaping towards the forrests of Terrokar...

It was dark again before Mah'gilla's body gave way to exaustion. he had made it deep into the forrest. the trees concealing him from the sight of anything more then the wild animals... The earth herself covered his tracks.. making it as if he had simply vanished.. atleast it so seemed..nnMah'Gilla woke to a prod in the side of his ribs.. a cold hard steel.. not sharp.. blunt.. the weapon of a vindicator.. " Move slowly Orc.." the Dreanei commanded.. "stand up.. and Face me."nnMah'Gilla obeyed the order.. stepping slowly and turning to face his captor.. He stood tall gave a slight nod of his head.. a sign of respect between warriors.. even those on opposing sides.. The Shaman was a good bit taller then the Dreanei.. the plate armor ... a bright and sharp contrast to his own leather and Cloth... his cerimonial robes were definantly not meant for battle. Mahgilla was the first to speak.. "What is it you want Dreanei... I have no weapons.. no armor.. I am no threat to you.." nnThe bright blue glowing eyes of the dreanei seemed to scowl.. untrusting of the Orc.. and Rightfully so.. the Orcs had sluaghtered many of his kind.. Women, children, Soilders, were all the same to the Bloodthristy Horde. Worst of all, Mah'Gilla bore the insignia of the Warsong clan.. one of the most ruthless of all the Orcish people..nn"It is that very reason Orc that i havent killed you were you stand.. unlike your people.. and YOUR CLAN Most of all... I do not murder the defenseless.." the paladin jabbed back. Mah'gilla had no response.. he simply sighed with a heavy heart knowing it was true. The Horde wasnt Honorable.. it was Barbaric. Sluaghtering anything in its path.. Never the less.. he was an Orc.. and no traitor. " You are right Vindicator... It is with deep regret that with these eyes i have wittnessed such horrors upon this beautiful world..." Mah'gilla Stopped... and looked to the sky.. wondering why the elements helped him... why he was the only one they still communed with.. His very own clan had Massacared hundreds of Dreanei.. nnA tear welled up and trickled down his cheek.. he turned facing his accusor... " But i am still an Orc... and you are still a Dreanei... If you wish to Capture me.. you realize it will be in death that you do so.. my people do not surrender.." The Paladin looked strangely into this orcs face.. noticing a sign of more then blood thirst... more then the urge to simply KILL.. more then a primal animalistic rage.. he noticed Wisdom.. it was Wisdom that Tempered his soul..