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Here is my take at making up some lore for one of the races that I feel have been left behind in warcraft lore, the Troggs. It starts with the Shockwaves of the Cataclysm:
The shockwave rang through a cave deep beneath the world. This cave was lair to a sleeping god of old, Garrakûz, the devourer of mountains. A deep tremble shook the giantic body of rock and iron, and the giant slowly started to move, someone had set him free, his chains was no more. He opened his eyes and could sense his arms free from the heavy admantine bracers that the Titans had used to chain him beneath the world. He looked around, the cave was huge and the old hevn stone walls was almost impossible to see. He started to move, he could see the large fiery orange crystals that almost looked like shards of lava lying around on the ground beneath him. The shards, known as Flameshards or Rageshards, grew from the very ground when he was near. He started to walk. He walked through the very earth, to higher lying cave complexes. He tried to scan the ground for life. He could sense the dying kodo and the warring centaur far far above him. He sensed the precence of the tauren and of ogre. But one lifeform attracted his interest. The Troggs. He was still awake when the Titans had attempted to create life out of the very earth of Azeroth. The Troggs was their first attempt, the first Earthen race. They were wild, savage, brutal and stupid. But he saw the potential that no other had seen. In these primitive humanoids, he saw followers! He Placed a large Rageshard in a deep cave and waited.
Thoragg Kineater shouted a roaring warcry, and he and his tribesmen ran towards the Earthspike Troggs. The Ragecliff, as his tribe was known as, was waging war against the Earthspike in the eternal underground struggle for the best territories. The primitive humanoids attacked eachother with simple weapons made from rock and bones, their crudeness was nothing compared to their efficiency. Blood was spilled and they fought fiercely. All a sudden, bolts of magma shot towards the Ragecliffs, many roared in pain and others stumbled and fell, dead from the magic fires. Thoragg grunted for retreat and many troggs ran for the relative safety of the caves. But he knew that they had lost, and now other tribes would take their territories.
The fleeing Ragecliff shattered, but most of the warriors, almost 250 of them ran behind Thoragg, as he was the biggest, meanest and most dangerous of them. They ran into caves they did not know, and ran for hours, deep into the tunnels. After a long time they stumbled across a vast cave. The Troggs halted, then walked slowly deeper into the cave. Then suddenly a fiery glowing light showed in front of their eyes. A large shard of molten lava stood upon a stepped hill. Thoragg grunted to the others that they should follow, and so they did. They walked up the hill, and towards the shard. Curious they walked around it, then one of them touched it. It flashed in light, and the others could see that his eyes was burning with a feral glint of intelligence. Then Thoragg touched it, and he felt his knowledge, his mind, his mere force of will expanding, growing with every second. He felt words, deep forgotten words he diddn't know the meaning of, touching his lips, and he spoke. "Grattz'ar Khoran Dorabur!" The other troggs, as if forced by another's will, touched the shard, and Thoragg saw that they was no longer mindless beast driven only by instinct, but the true rulers of the subterranean world.
So what do you think? Do you like it?
I'll write more tomorrow.
EDIT: more story:
"We'll prepare for an assault on the Earthspike territories, those who surrender will be enlightened, those who not will be anihilated! Get those smithies ready, with superior weaponry, we'll surely be victorious!" Thoragg's words rang out in the middle of the small village. The troggish language was crude and heavy, but efficient. The Ragecliff tribe was small after their previous defeat, but they were now much much brighter. Thoragg was studying the advanced practises of geomancy, he would need both his warrior strength and the magic of the geomancers to rule the troggish nation that he imagined. He was thaught by the Tribe Elder, Ruthus. Ruthus was already before they found The Shard a gifted individual, much brighter than the normal troggs. And now, enlightened by the shard, he was the wisest of the troggs. "I've recieved visions, visions of an ancient god living beneath our feet." Ruthus said to Thoragg. "Who are this god! What does he want from us!" Thoragg replied. "He named himself Garrakûz, devourer of mountains and creator of The Shard! He is the one responsible for our enlightenment! He instructed me to make you build a temple in his honour, a large temple with the shard as a centre. This hill shall be known simply ad Temple Hill, and we shall construct a city around it! Garrakengar!" "Then we shall do as we was told, when we have vanquished the Earthspike, we'll begin building the Temple!" Thoragg exited the tent and walked to the centre of the village again and shouted out: "Garrakûz, the god of The Shard, have told us that we are his children, he is our god! We will conquer the Earthspike in his name and claim them as our own. Breed in his glory, we need more warriors to heed his call!" "Thoragg! We have found a rich copper vein!" A trogg said, excited by the news. "Start excavating at once, we need weapons to fight with!" "At once king Thoragg!" the trogg said and walked away to the mines. "King Thoragg..." Thoragg whispered to himself "Not a bad prospect at all..."
The shockwave rang through a cave deep beneath the world. This cave was lair to a sleeping god of old, Garrakûz, the devourer of mountains. A deep tremble shook the giantic body of rock and iron, and the giant slowly started to move, someone had set him free, his chains was no more. He opened his eyes and could sense his arms free from the heavy admantine bracers that the Titans had used to chain him beneath the world. He looked around, the cave was huge and the old hevn stone walls was almost impossible to see. He started to move, he could see the large fiery orange crystals that almost looked like shards of lava lying around on the ground beneath him. The shards, known as Flameshards or Rageshards, grew from the very ground when he was near. He started to walk. He walked through the very earth, to higher lying cave complexes. He tried to scan the ground for life. He could sense the dying kodo and the warring centaur far far above him. He sensed the precence of the tauren and of ogre. But one lifeform attracted his interest. The Troggs. He was still awake when the Titans had attempted to create life out of the very earth of Azeroth. The Troggs was their first attempt, the first Earthen race. They were wild, savage, brutal and stupid. But he saw the potential that no other had seen. In these primitive humanoids, he saw followers! He Placed a large Rageshard in a deep cave and waited.
Thoragg Kineater shouted a roaring warcry, and he and his tribesmen ran towards the Earthspike Troggs. The Ragecliff, as his tribe was known as, was waging war against the Earthspike in the eternal underground struggle for the best territories. The primitive humanoids attacked eachother with simple weapons made from rock and bones, their crudeness was nothing compared to their efficiency. Blood was spilled and they fought fiercely. All a sudden, bolts of magma shot towards the Ragecliffs, many roared in pain and others stumbled and fell, dead from the magic fires. Thoragg grunted for retreat and many troggs ran for the relative safety of the caves. But he knew that they had lost, and now other tribes would take their territories.
The fleeing Ragecliff shattered, but most of the warriors, almost 250 of them ran behind Thoragg, as he was the biggest, meanest and most dangerous of them. They ran into caves they did not know, and ran for hours, deep into the tunnels. After a long time they stumbled across a vast cave. The Troggs halted, then walked slowly deeper into the cave. Then suddenly a fiery glowing light showed in front of their eyes. A large shard of molten lava stood upon a stepped hill. Thoragg grunted to the others that they should follow, and so they did. They walked up the hill, and towards the shard. Curious they walked around it, then one of them touched it. It flashed in light, and the others could see that his eyes was burning with a feral glint of intelligence. Then Thoragg touched it, and he felt his knowledge, his mind, his mere force of will expanding, growing with every second. He felt words, deep forgotten words he diddn't know the meaning of, touching his lips, and he spoke. "Grattz'ar Khoran Dorabur!" The other troggs, as if forced by another's will, touched the shard, and Thoragg saw that they was no longer mindless beast driven only by instinct, but the true rulers of the subterranean world.
So what do you think? Do you like it?
I'll write more tomorrow.
EDIT: more story:
"We'll prepare for an assault on the Earthspike territories, those who surrender will be enlightened, those who not will be anihilated! Get those smithies ready, with superior weaponry, we'll surely be victorious!" Thoragg's words rang out in the middle of the small village. The troggish language was crude and heavy, but efficient. The Ragecliff tribe was small after their previous defeat, but they were now much much brighter. Thoragg was studying the advanced practises of geomancy, he would need both his warrior strength and the magic of the geomancers to rule the troggish nation that he imagined. He was thaught by the Tribe Elder, Ruthus. Ruthus was already before they found The Shard a gifted individual, much brighter than the normal troggs. And now, enlightened by the shard, he was the wisest of the troggs. "I've recieved visions, visions of an ancient god living beneath our feet." Ruthus said to Thoragg. "Who are this god! What does he want from us!" Thoragg replied. "He named himself Garrakûz, devourer of mountains and creator of The Shard! He is the one responsible for our enlightenment! He instructed me to make you build a temple in his honour, a large temple with the shard as a centre. This hill shall be known simply ad Temple Hill, and we shall construct a city around it! Garrakengar!" "Then we shall do as we was told, when we have vanquished the Earthspike, we'll begin building the Temple!" Thoragg exited the tent and walked to the centre of the village again and shouted out: "Garrakûz, the god of The Shard, have told us that we are his children, he is our god! We will conquer the Earthspike in his name and claim them as our own. Breed in his glory, we need more warriors to heed his call!" "Thoragg! We have found a rich copper vein!" A trogg said, excited by the news. "Start excavating at once, we need weapons to fight with!" "At once king Thoragg!" the trogg said and walked away to the mines. "King Thoragg..." Thoragg whispered to himself "Not a bad prospect at all..."
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