The Chronicles of Mahgilla Boulderfist.. The Beginning.

[Mahgilla]

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...nn=======================nnIt 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..

[Mahgilla]

It wasnt easy to judge either of them.. each felt uneasy with the other.. a twinge of respect, mixed with fear.. "You are far from home Orc.. and deep in dreanei territory... how did you come to be here without our sentries picking up your location..." The vindicator changed his focus of questioning to a more logical approach, curbing his feelings as they traded stares.nnThe Ancestors voice carried upon the winds, spoke to the shaman. He was never known for his diplomacy.. but it was obvious the situation required just that.. Mah'gilla responded, "I am not at liberty to say.. but i will tell you... i am not here to trespass. If you grant me an escort.. i will gladly leave your territory immediately.." nnThe eloquence shocked the paladin.. he had never known an orc to carry such a frame of mind.. one that would allow for diplomacy over Violence so immediately.. he spoke, "I am afraid that is not possible. We know you came from shadowmoon valley.. you will need to be brought back for questioning.."nnMah'gilla's blood started to rage.. the calming voice of the ancestors fading... the veins in his neck started to bulge.. "And if i refuse..."nn"Then i will take you by force..." the paladin moved in to strike.. raising his mighty war hammer above his head... the purple glow gleamed in the light of the sun... blinding and intoxicating..nnMah'gilla called once again to the elements.. a surge of frigid temperature and frost made its way through his finger tips... almost immediately a burst of Ice, struck the vindicator square in the chest... a chill fell over him as the Shaman leaped backwards out of reach.. before his captor could recover, the very earth seemed to reach out and entangle the legs of the paladin.. his steel plated boots rooted to the forrest floor..nn"I do not wish harm on you Vindicator... I will withdraw.. the roots will not remain permanent... Aka'Magosh.." Mahgilla spoke with the elements again.. his form morphing into a wolf... a ghostly figure.. beautiful and frightening at the same time... the four legs carrying him with great speed into the woods... he sprinted, but had no idea where he would go... HOME... Would not be a welcome place...

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Gul'dan gnawed at a massive hunk of cleft hoof meat as the fire still filled the room with its aroma, the harsh scent of orcish herbs and spices blistering the nostrils with every breath. The door burst open from his chamber... Gul'dan had made his home atop the once beautiful Dreanei Temple that over looked the Shadowmoon valley. Now only referred to as "The Black Temple". nnA young warlock apprentice stood before him trying to catch his breath... his lungs burning from the lack of air and the twinge of spices entering his airways. "speak.." was all Gul'dan managed to say... too busy with his supper to worry about some messenger with some report about some skirmish..nn"my lord... The blackrock clan encountered resistance just outside of..." the young messenger slumped over slightly.. his hands on his knees.. the smell of the roasting fire fighting him as he attempted to gather his wind.... he continued, "Outside of the Wyrmskull tunnel."nnGul'dan scoffed at the impossibility of the report. He wiped his chin with his sleeve, continuing to devour his meal as he spoke, "the Dreanei.. have been pushed to the door step of their last remaining fortress.. The GRONN have been all but destroyed in blades edge... and the Ogres are obedient members of the horde.. I..."nnthe young Orc cut him off, "These were neither my lord... these were Orcs.. Maghar... and a Shaman baring the Symbol of the Warsong Clan..." Gul'dan's Teeth began to grind as rage filled his body. Reports had returned that Mah'gilla was killed just on the edge of Terrokar Forrest.. His eyes burned with fire as the young warlock continued to speak, " My lord... they say he still commands the elements.. Many of the Blackrock that were ambushed were badly burned.. Fire.. Ice.. Wind and bolts of lightning... it wasnt our magic.. How.. How does he still commune with them?? I thought we were forsaken by them and the ancestors??"nnGul'dan Snarled and shot the orc a look of intense anger.. His hand shot out from his side as he mumbled something Demonic and Evil.. With in seconds the smell of burnt orc flesh filled the air. The messenger burst into flames…The terror and agony in his voice filling the great hall as he lay on the floor smoldering, gasping for his last breath. Gul'dan walked over pulling the remnants of the letter from his chard hands.. All but the seal of Blackhand himself was burned. No one would know of this…nnHe thought for a moment as terror struck him.. "If others found out about this.. if Mah'gilla and his untainted Orcs were able to bring word to the other clans... it could unravel everything!!"nnHe moved towards the door.. "DAR’MOK!!!" he screamed for his messenger. "yes oh great one..." he said, as he bowed heavily to Gul'dan. "Return to the Warchief. tell him, I require his presence here at the Temple."

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It had been five passings of the Sun since since Mahgilla and his followers retreated to the Zangarmarsh. Battered and with many wounded, the last remaining shaman of the Orcish people made camp just off the Marshlight lake. Near the border of the Sporeggar village, he felt the scouts of Blackhand and his puppeteer Gul'dan, would not look for them there.. He took a minute and looked over the wounded, helping the healers do there best to stop the infection and bleeding. his forces were dwindling... so many battles had taken its toll on the small band of warriors, hunters and blade masters under his command. With him the only one to call upon the elements for help... the advantage went to his enemies.nn"Shaman... oh great Shaman..." a young warrior spoke to him in a weary but spirited voice. Mah'Gilla spun to face him, the Chains on his armor swinging wide as he clanged and stepped heavy in full battle dress.. cradling his warhelm in his hand..nn"Yes young Dul'mak.. what is it?" nnThe young warrior saluted with deep respect as he tried to remember his military baring in the presence of such a repected member of his people... Even in the newly formed Horde, Mah'Gilla was known for his Connection with the Elements and the Ancestors. The rumors of his defiance in the face of annihilation, had spread far and wide.. and while most tales spoke of an orc rivaling the size of Ogres, and throwing entire legions from mountain tops... a good bit of them carried truth.. he had side stepped, out manuvered, out smarted and obilerated any force sent to destroy his band of brave few... these 300 Orcs..nn"Are we headed for Osh'gun??" such a vibrant spirit in the young one was contagious.. The Shaman smiled a hearty grin... "We will push farther into Nagrand yes.. and if the Ancestors allow it.. will will make camp at Osh'gun with in the next few weeks."nnMah'Gilla knew that parts of Nagrand were heavily partolled by the Horde. it was his intentions to drive east toward the Luaghing skull Lands. They too had in the beginning opposed the demonic energies the warlocks brought forth.. If no help could be found with in the hearts of the laughing skull clan.. they would push farther east.. in the one place even the bloodthristy horde would not dare desecrate... the Throne of Elements. nnIt was Mah'Gilla's intentions to commune directly with the elements there...Gordawg the fury of earh, Incineratus the fury of fire, Kalandrios the fury of air, Aborius the fury of water and seek their aid against Gul'dan and Blackhand. If he could gain their alliance.. he could purge the evil.. and restore his peoples righteous place amoung Dreanor... and hopefully... keep from having an entire race be slaughtered at the hands of his own.nnAs the Mighty Shaman looked around.. he noticed the weary faces of his loyal few. his dreams were far stretched. They had no supplies. They lived off the land. Their weapons were tattered and in bad need of smithing. He himself was becoming rundown. the constant battles.. the limited rest.. it was catching up to him and his Orcs.nnIf the elements would not give him aid.. they would not survive the winter to come..

[Mahgilla]

"LET UM HAVE IT!!" Sergeant Torrok shouted as a Division of Horde regulars made there way through the narrow pass from Zangarmarsh into Nagrand. A Barrage of Arrows and boulders fell hard against the plate armor and thick green skin of the Tainted Orcish Soldiers.. nnMah'Gilla Crossed his arms and watch the battle unfold just as he had planned.. the ambush was perfect.. flawless.. And above all, necessary.. With the horde's Zangamarsh Division refitting and regrouping, it would give his band of Mag'har a fighting chance in Nagrand... The Shaman nodded in approval, Turned to his 1st officer and spoke, "Leave none alive.. send in the rest."nn"Swobu Elder..." General Vazruden Slung his Polearm across his back and let out a roar.. "SLAY THEM ALL!!" The rest of the 300 charged from their hiding places. The Mag'har Battle Cry filled the air as they began to chop down and slice through the bewildered Green skin orcs. The cries of death and the sight of black orcish blood did not phase the Shaman. He spit heavy into his hands and rubbed them together... slowly, he walked forward noticing the balance of the battle starting to change.. Reinforcements surged in from the marsh. He spoke as he stood inbetween his totems, "do you know why i show no pity Vazruden... it is because they chose to drink of the demons blood.. for that i have no sorrow..."nnThe sky crackled and Thundered above the battle field.. the Narrow pass began to shake beneath the feet of Green skinned horde. the Mighty Shaman Spoke.. his voice carrying across the winds... "Bin mog g'thazag cha Mag'har!!"nnMah'Gilla's eyes seemed to roll back into his head as his fingertip began to surge with energy.. he Roared.. the Blood lust of the Shaman filling his people.. the Mighty 300 felt new life rage into them as he stood upon the mountain.. Bolts of lightning blasted at the enemy.. jumping from target to target in a chain of brilliant light.. chunks of lava seemed to just appear and Slam into the armor plate of the Twisted Demonic Orcs... Tearing limbs off and burning them to smoldering ash..nn"Kagh!" The cries flung across the horde.. with in moments they were in full out retreat.. the losses were staggering.. the Mag'har had lost 24 while the Horde's Zangamarsh Division was decimated.. 4000 Orcs charged into the valley and only 50 returned to speak of the tale...nnMah'gilla stood and watched as the last remaining Orcs fled into the marsh. his people regrouped and collected their dead.. 24 was 24 too many.. they couldnt afford to lose any with such small numbers... And when news of this massacre reached Gul'dan and Blackhand.. The full might of the Horde would be upon them..nnThe elder spoke once again to his 1st, "Vazruden, pull the men back and form up.. there is no time for rest.. we march for the Throne of Elements at once."nn"MOVE OUT!!!" Vazruden yelled to his captains. And The Mag'har were on the march.