User:ArchLordArbitor/Neltharia

This is a Fan Fiction and is not based on real World of Warcraft evidence.

Neltharia, Land of Conquest

I looked out over the Veiled Sea knowing what was soon to happen. Hyjal Summit was always quiet most of the heroes of this world had no idea how to get to the summit since Archimonde’s ascent. I’ve lived here on the summit since my discovery of Krey’une the great blade that grew within the World Tree for many millennia. This sword was the power within the world tree that Archimonde wanted so badly. I’m sorry in my lapse of thought I forgot to introduce myself. I am a Tauren by the name of Turok Crushhorn, but am known to everyone but a select few as Arbitor. I was once a simple Tauren who lived in Mulgore. I lived in Bloodhoof village helping out as best I could. Until one night when an orc, Drak’roar, and troll, Rokth, came to the village looking for a strong warrior to help them along on their journeys, I volunteered to their request, as I felt I was to be part of something more. We journeyed around the Barrens and deep into the wailing caverns. As we ventured a Forsaken mage, Dethar, and a Blood Elf paladin, Lindara joined our party and we ventured around Azeroth through the Stonetalon Mountains, Tanaris, the Ungoro Crater, and even Silthis. We were going to take a boat to the Eastern Kingdoms from Ratchet. But on our way through Dustwallow Marsh we were ambushed and taken captive by a group of Alliance soldiers. We were taken to an underground chamber where we were tortured and questioned by a human named Grand Marshal Gregor III. Apparently there was supposed to be another horde scouting party passing through Dustwallow who knew something these humans wanted. After many months a night elf woman began sneaking in after the guards had left. Her name was Elunara and she was a Priestess of Elune. She brought us food and water. She said she had a plan to break us out, because she believed that the Alliance and Horde could work out their problems and torture was not the answer. She was going to inform Jaina Proudmoore of this capture as she had never tolerated her men or any of the alliance assaulting the horde unprovoked. She would leave daggers for us the day Jaina was to come. We were to break our bonds if possible at the sound of four loud raps directly above our heads. The day came eight days later. I, Drak’roar, and Rokth were able to break our shackles and I broke Lindara and Dethar out of their shackles. We picked up the daggers as we heard the humans who captured us coming back to torture us again as usual but this time we were ready. We fought as hard as we could but we were losing badly until Jaina showed up and turned the tide we talked after the fight and became friends. I left our party after we talked and wandered the Barrens. I came across a wounded kodo on my solo travels and brought it back to health. Then I was never alone in my travels again. I named my kodo Deathhoof after I saw him fight. We wandered around Kalimdor for one year. Until I saved an orc shaman who told me of Hyjal summit and the blade that was rumored to be hidden in the world tree. I traveled to Winterspring and found Darkwhisper Gorge. There were supposedly tunnels that lead to Hyjal here. After searching and battling the demons that inhabited the area. The tunnel was sealed by powerful magic. I asked the Earthmother to open the tunnel and light my path. The magical barrier shattered before me and sealed behind me. I followed the path up to the summit while observing the remnants of the Third War I reached base of the tree and walked slowly around it looking for some sign of the sword. The trunk was almost completely devoid of a sign for the sword until I found a symbol near the largest root. I recognized the symbol and placed my hand on it as I suspected it passed through the tree and I felt the hilt. Grasping it I pulled it from the tree. It was the most amazing sword id ever seen. I built a small home near the edge of the summit where I could watch the ocean from afar. I sent letters to my friends and I brought them here to the summit. I married Elunara we are happy. The other four have built houses near mine. That is my story. Since taking hold of the blade I have seen the chaos which is soon to come. Neltharion, Deathwing, was raising a continent from the depths of the ocean. He will call the land Neltharia, summon this world’s heroes to it then knock them down one by one. Unless someone with foresight aids them. Or a group of people with foresight…

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