Kalimdor Menethil's Story

Thunder boomed and lighting shot from the sky to touch down at the base of a tall mountain in the north. As the smoke cleared the God of Storms could be seen standing in the crater formed by his lightning. His bright eyes scanned his surroundings and saw a fitting place to set to his work. The mountains would be home to one, the plains would be home to the other. Mathias and Torsc had provided the spark of inspiration now all that was needed was the clay to mold. As if answering his desires a single eagle feather floated on the breeze and passed by the face of the War God. Kalimdor reached out and plucked the feather from the wind.

"Elegance on the wind, it shall be the birth of their species."

Kalimdor said as he admired the beautiful white feather in his gloved hand. His eyes then flicked to the dirt at his feet and his gaze locked on a single fist sized stone. He knelt down and lifted the hard rock from the ground.

"Sturdy and unyielding. Fitting for the breed."

The Lord of Storms said aloud as he inspected the hard black rock. His building materials in hand Kalimdor set to the task of creating his mortal races that will bring war to this world in all of it's incarnations. Created from the spark given to him by Mathias' actions these beings will represent the duality of war Kalimdor worked to advocate. Kalimdor Menethil, God of War and Master of Storms began to emanate pure white hot lightning throughout the whole of his being. The lightning coursed through his veins and radiated out from his body. They arced down his massive shoulders along his strong arms to afix to the objects in either hand. The wind began to pick up as the power of creation swelled through the north in response to the Storm God's work. Lighting consumed the stone and feather until they could not be seen in the chaotic swirling ball of lightning. The two orbs began to float out of Kalimdors hands and hovered before him. The clouds above the territory darkened as Kalimdor's power swelled, his work reaching it's zenith. The orb that held the feather soon shot to the highest peak and imploded as thunder boomed and lightning arced across the sky. Where the ball had struck thousands of warrior women, clad in shining armor with radiant wings reaching out from their backs now stood. Ready for battle and prepared for war. All had arms and armament, the only thing to match their beauty was their fierceness of character.

Then the rock plummeted to the ground before Kalimdor. Thunder shook the skies and earth and the ground itself seemed to be torn asunder from the impact. A cloud of dust rose and fell and there stood a vast horde of thickly muscled green skinned brutes. They sported thick tucks and strong hands for tearing flesh and breaking bone. Their eyes seemed hungry for bloodshed and the rolling growls from their maws spoke to that fact. One of each stood out amongst the rest, Kalimdor's chosen leaders. They each advanced to stand before Kalimdor. First was the new leader of the winged warrior women, Samara Silverwing. Samara knelt respectfully before Kalimdor and bowed her head in reverence. Then came the hulking Battle Master of the Orcish Horde, Gromash Doomblade. Grom sunk his axe into the dirt, the blade biting deep into the rocky soil before he too fell to a knee before his creator.

Kalimdor looked on both of his creations with stoic pride as he took the moment to enjoy his work before addressing them.

Kalimdor looked upon his creations, his pride evident by the now clear skies. Not a single cloud could be seen above and the endless blue was bright with sun light. Kalimdor beckoned with one hand, the simple gesture giving the two leaders leave to rise. They both got to their feet, weapons in hand and stood ready to receive what orders would be given by their creator.

"Samara Silverwing..."

Kalimdor stated, his voice had the deep boom of thunder and the skies themselves seemed to echo with his words.

"You are the first Queen Regent of the Valkyries. Your people are proud, noble, self sacrificing and lawful. You will ensure they put their people first and never shy away from combat. You will honor the warrior heart of your kind and never cease in your preparedness for war. Tales of the fabled Valkyrie warriors will be told across every corner of this realm. You will see that your people live up to that."

"We are born ready to serve great Kalimdor, ever we will stand ready to fight."

Samara responded respectfully. Kalimdor nodded, apparently pleased with the vow of the Valkyire queen. Now he turned to the fearsome Battle Master.

"Gromash Doomblade."

Kalimdor said, his voice deep and rolling like angry storm clouds.

"You are the first Battle Master of the Orcish Horde. Mortals will shake with fear as the Horde approaches. Your thunderous march will echo across the earth as you move ever further to newer and bloodier battles. Your people will not rest in your pursuit for carnage. What supplies you need you will take from the weak. There will be no orc artisans, no orc weavers or orc painters. Orcs are warriors born, built for war. In the heart of your people will ever beat the thunder of war."

"My axe will cleave countless enemies and the blood that soaks the dirt will be in your name, Kalimdor."

Grom said as he smacked his fist to his chest in oath. The War God was satisfied with his creations and had a parting gift of words for them.

"My Valkyrie will be the lighting in the storm of war, striking down their foes. The Orc are the thunder, shaking the earth with their battle cry."

Kalimdor said as he began to rise in the sky with the wind whipping about him. Grom let loose a deep, bellowing roar in tribute of his creator. Samara rose her blade and extended her beautiful wings proudly in respect to her patron. With that Kalimdor dissapeared from sight as a bolt of lightning leaving the Valkyrie and Orc to begin forging their own way through the road of war. Their first opponents... were each other and so the first Kalimdor War began.

Mathias watched as the beast god began to dig himself in. This god acted like the beasts of the wild, predatory only understanding survival. While Mathias has no understanding of such primitive ways, it doesn't change the fact that he wants those ashes back. The remains of Cragin deserve a better resting place. Mathias was not in the mood to go through the ordinary customs, he didn't even feel like giving out punishment. Despite his ways...the pain of losing Cragin...not all gods are beyond feeling. Mathias cared not about what reputation he may tarnish...it did not matter in light of this. Honoring his brother Cragin is more important than that.

Mathias drew his spear and in one powerful slash he knocked the tree away covering the animalistic god. Mathias noticed it dug itself in and was prepared to fight, like any other cornered beast. Mathias drew a heavy sigh as he looked around him and then back down. "Look here, I am in no mood for fighting or for games." "I am giving you the opportunity to give me my brother's ashes and leave here without any repercussions." "This is a once in a lifetime chance and I suggest you take it." Mathias spoke to Nightling. He knows he probably doesn't understand but there is value to those ashes and being swallowed and digested isn't a proper burial. Not for one as the likes of Cragin. "Please, just give them back." Mathias spoke as pain and sorrow filled his plea. Mathias could only wait and see if he will comply.

"No brother, you awakened something in the deep. But not I. Something younger, yet at the same time older. Hmmm," his eyes furrowed in thought as the odd feeling of the thing stirring came to him. It was young, without memory, yet felt old. Older than him by far, it was odd, and he didn't know what to make of it. He shoved the thought from his mind, he'd find out eventually.

Sairis watched silently as Mathias demanded the ashes of the god before them. But he wasn't really paying attention. Instead he was thinking, well brooding really, over his reaction to the matter. Without a moment of hesitation he had fought for Cragin's remains as an old friend. Someone he didn't know. He let out a small sigh as he realized the hilarity of the joke. The God of Memories, depressed because he had memories, truly even he couldn't ever remember hearing anything funnier. It still didn't make him laugh though.

He was distracted from his musings when a new god walked up to him. With lightning in his eyes and a mighty hammer in his hands, he was an impressive visage. A young one as well, someone who had not yet made many memories upon this earth. What was most interesting though, was the familiar feeling of War. This man had a similar aura to Genocide. His hand twitched as that thought occurred to him, wanting to reach around his back for his sword, until the god met Sairis' eyes. A nod was all it took, and Sairis knew that this one was different, a proper warrior. So he nodded back, but when lightning fell from the sky to surround the new god, he flinched away from it, the bright light making his skin crawl. The light soon faded and Sairis let out a dry chuckle.

"Affected so strongly by mere lightning. What a joke." he sighed yet again, memories threatening to overwhelm him once more. He shook his head and once more tried to focus on the god he'd bought here. He heard the god's speech, and honestly, there was truth within it, but only some. Suddenly the god did something and a massive tree formed around it, with wolves jumping out at the gods assembled. Sairis showed no reaction other than to snap his fingers and watch as the wolves shadows jumped up from the ground and bound them. The wolves now lying helpless on the ground, he turned his attention to the tree, just in time to see it survive a hit by Mathias' spear. No easy feat. Then he heard Mathias talking to it, urging the god within to return the ashes.

"Don't bother with that Mathias, the animal isn't there anymore. It's dug back down into darkness. Of course, that means it's completely at my mercy. If you wish, I can find it again, or kill it." he said, his voice becoming colder as anger at it's actions flashed through his mind. He took a deep breath and continued, "But though I call Cragin an old friend, you and he were like brothers, so I say the choice is yours. But know that a beast won't let itself be captured twice. One way or another, we won't capture it alive long enough to question it again." Sairis waited, perfect calm etched into his face as he waited for Mathias' answer.

Atop the highest mountian top in his region the God of Thunder and Lightning watched as time passed by his immortal eyes. The Orcs and Valkyrie were locked in constant combat. Battles won and lost but on either side their strength swelled. With each victory their power and influence grew. With each loss they were taught valuable lessons and developed new tactics to ensure victory in the next bout. Splendid Valkyrie cities popped up, dotting the mountain tops. Masterfully crafted fortresses of pristine stone played home to the winged race of warrior women. Their territory quickly advanced to a Republic of noble warriors that spanned miles upon miles. The Orc Battle Camps came and went in the blink of an eye, whomever was unfortunate enough to be sniffed out by the green skinned beserkers were quickly sacked and slaughtered. Their belonginings quickly swalloed up by the Horde. Unlike the long lived Valkyrie the Orc multiplied quickly. The all female race of Valkyrie were unable to become with child naturally fortunatley they had a benevolent creator who had no intention of allowing one of his finest creations to die out. There was one who could off set the species weakness of not possessing any males. There was only one who could bless the Valkyrie with children.

"Adarani..."

The name was spoken from the mouth of the thunder god but echoed out through the clouds. Across Middle Realm thunder rolled in the distance and Kalimdor's voice was carried in the wind. A deep rumbling sound that could easily be missed as nothing more than a coming rain yet the Goddess of Love would surely hear her brothers call. Whether or not she would answer was yet to been seen.

Adarani heard her name from the sky and knew who it was. Kalimdor. She decided to fly up as a dove and see what he wanted. "Yes, is there something you need?" Her speech as a Dove was less sentient than in her humanoid form, yet it was still audible enough that he could understand her. Hopefully. "The Sacrian Order is yet to be reestablished in the Middle Realm, but I can help, whatever it is."

Kalimdor's gaze was captured by a innocent little dove that fluttered into his field of vision with the voice of a Goddess.

"How interesting... You take the form of the creatures of Middle Realm. A dove suits you sister."

The war god said in greeting as hisform, massive in size in comparison to the tiny dove, turned to face it.

"This is our first meeting yet already I have a favor to ask of you. Not for myself..."

Kalimdor paused to extend his hand to point at the shining city on the mountain top below.

"...But for them. They are my Valkyries. Proud and strong they are elite warriors. The fear no enemy yet they suffer. Their kind lacks male counterparts. They have none to grant them the seed of life. None to grant them the joy of motherhood nor the ability to fill their ranks from those they lose on the battlefield. I would ask this of you, sister. Bless my children with full wombs should they ask it of you, in return you will find them of a most pious nature. They will honor you as they honor me."

Adarani was not one for rewards (she was kind of sick of people constantly thinking they owed her anything for her help, at this point), yet hearing the plight of the Valkyries was something which compelled her to do something. "Perhaps, if it would help, while I do that, I can tell the Sacrian Order, after reestablishing it, about the Vakyries and how they need their help. The Vitaiim, though there are only twelve, right now, up in Paradise, are Monks and Nuns, masters at healing and fertility, as well as agriculture and relationships advise. Maybe they can contribute to this. Note that the Sacriran Order's races are going to be relatively peaceful compared to the Valkyries, which may confuse them, from time to time. I hope that won't be too much of a bother."

Meanwhile, Ahuv listened intenlty to Mathias and nodded. "I can do that, though not at the level Adarani would. I'll be able to remove the major wounds, which should be enough, for now." Flapping his wings, he attempted to use his energy to heal the more critcal of Splendy's wounds. "This might tickle, a little, colorful being."

The mind of the Storm God mulled over his sisters words. The Valkyries spent their time divided between preparing for war and religous reflection yet unlike the Orcs they were astoundingly tolerant of other cultures. Nay they were even protective over the weak. Their ideals of virtue and justice spurred them to protect the helpless or those who were not true warriors. Perhaps this allignment could be beneficial to both species.

"Perhaps my Valkyrie can aid their Vitaiim friends more than even we know sister. Those winged warrior women are more than just soldiers. They are thinkers, lovers, artists and craftsmen. They value all endeavors that help them to prosper as a culture. I know they have already been talking amongst themselves about seeking out comunion with our brothers Mathias and Acanthus."

Kalimdor paused as he looked on the shining city below with pride.

"Your Vitamiin lack in number and need time to rebuild, why not allow them to do so within the protected walls of the Valkyrie Republic while they fill the wombs of those who would be mothers? The sisters of the Republic would die before allowing any harm to befall their guests. It will also provide a chance for the species to learn to cooperate, something I would like my Valkyrie to have a practiced hand at. The Vitamiin could have a permanent temple in the capitol and the Valkyrie can learn how to properly do you worship from your own creations."

Adarani thought on what Kalimdor said. Loyalty even contributed to the thought process in her mind. Until the Templarim are made, the Valkyries may be our best option to protect the Vitaiim. The Temple he speaks of may also make do as an embassy. This is ultimately up to you, though.

After some heavy thought, she told Kalimdor, "I believe that will work nicely." Using some of her Paradise energy, she created a scroll, and handed it to the Storm God as she flew closer to do so. "This is a copy of the Code of Monks and Nuns, my teachings that I gave the Vitaiim when they were first created. It details how they should live their lives and why, including travel ettiquette and what to do to prepare themselves for becoming Monks and Nuns. I think you will find this a handy chunk of information."

At last, a portal was opened for the Vitaiim to reenter the Middle Realm. Once they flew through, all their memories of Paradise were gone, with only memories of what it was like for them up until they left the Cataclysm. "It is alright, my Vitaiim. You are safe with the Valkyries. You can rebuild among them. They could use help with fertility, since they are all female." The Vitaiim nodded and entered the city with hope and bliss in their eyes.

Kalimdor watched from his perch beside his sister as Samara Silverwing welcomed the Vitamiin into their city. They were shown the highest honors and the warrior women hosted a triumph in their honor and in honor of Adarani. Such joy could be seen on the faces of the Valkyrie that Kalimdor could not help but allow a smile of his own to etch across his face. Rose petals were thrown from the roofs as the celebration got into full swing and the Vitamiin were ushered to their new house of worship. Some sisters of the Republic were already swearing their allegiance to the Fertility Goddess as the first sect of Valkyrie devoted to another God other than Kalimdor arose. This did not fill the War God with anger or jealousy but pride. This is what he created them for, to grow and learn. To personify the glories of a war culture in all its splendor.

The War God turned his gaze from his people as they enjoyed their celebration and new found patron to let his eyes fall on the fluttering dove form of his sister.

"You have my gratitude this day sister. It is one thing to be called family but you have behaved as such without asking for anything in return. You have an ally in the God of War Adarani. Take solace in the knowledge that should the day come where the Goddess of Healing has need to go to war, I will gladdly march on your enemies on your behlaf. Your enemies are now my enemies. Ever will I be your sword and shield."

The oath spoken by the War God swelled with power. Adarani, Goddess of Healing, Fertility and Love had won herself a powerful ally this day.

With all the information he needed, he stood next to the Blue Crane, sensing it's energy: an energy filled with heartwarming aura. After he recognizes the aura, he intensified the aura to the direction to the Goddess. Now he's able to pinne point where the Goddess Adarani and the War God resides, and is finally ready to take on this task for the Elder.

He turns and bowed one last time to a smiled Elder God. But this time he covered his heart with his right lited hand, which glowed more intensly, and kneeled on one knee. "Yes, my Lord." And with that Keidra stood up, and spread his white wings and flies north. From a far Keidra's wings looks like a silver shooting star skimming the heavens.

Using the Goddess' Aura, he finds himself in a city with populated people. (The Goddess' aura is most potent in this area.) But he could also see that some where not human. When he lands in the city he turned into his special human form, with his nice white coat turning silver, which now has the bladed wing symbol where his heart is, wearing white gloves to conceal his marking, his wings being evaporated into his skin, and nice black pants and shoes. Everyone seems in bright festive spirits, "How interesting, but where's Adarani, and Kalimdor." He had no idea where that name came from, but it seems to be the name of the War God.

Someone over heard him and spoke to Keindra, he turned and looked to see a Valkyrie. The Valkyrie looked at him with curiosity, but shook it off, and spoke to him, "The Goddess Adarani is in the castle with the God Kalimdor. Today is a special day that the Goddess is blessing us. And everyone is meeting her right now." This gave a smile to Keindra's face. "Thank you very much for your assistance." This news made Keindra happy that a Goddess is blessing, and helping the mortals.

He looks around the city, and finds a huge, beautiful castle, with it's massive doors. When he reached the castle, the doors flew open, and was welcomed by a kind girl. He turned to her, "I thank you for your services, keep the good work." And with that he was lead to the thrown room, where stood the Goddess Adarani, and Kalimdor. Keindra stepped forward, and announced with a bow, "I'm in need of your services my Lord, but especially yours Lady Adarani."

[Kalimdor and Adarani weren't in the castle but that's fine, I'll just rp like they were]

Kalimdor turned his lighting stare to the one who had been ushered into the throne room, finally taking his attention form his sister. Before him stood humaoid looking young man with sparkliing white wings. His appearance reminded him of a slender male Valkyrie if it were not from the Goddly aura pouring off of the man.

"Brother."

Kalimdor stated in his deep voice that rolled like thunder. Kalimdor took a single step forward, the very air around the thunder god seemed to be alive with electricity as he looked upon his kin.

"What service brings you to the home of my mortals?"

Kalimdor asked while the one who usually commanded the throne room the Gods currently stood in watched from afar in reverance. The Queen Regent stood ready to serve should her creator ask her.

Keindra stepped forward toward War God. As he did, he could feel the aura of a war hero, so much battles, many soldiers he could command, but more importantly storms that can be brewed in the thick unknown. By the way the War God looks, not only his aura is ready for battle, but his appearance looks like that of a Captain. After he did so, he gave a sevant's bow, toward the God.

"Before I go any further, I'll introduce myself. I'm Keindra, God of servants, masters, services, and contracts. I'm always here when there's a servants heart. I'm called Servant, Master, Master of all Servants, and Keeper of Contracts. And my will is to choose who I'll serve, or who I'll be master to."

He stopped and looked around, everywhere he looked he could sense the presence of a Servants Heart in this Kingdom. He gave a heart warming smile, then turn back to the War God, and proceeded. When he spoke, this time it was the voice of a servant.

"I'm here because, the Elder God Mathias needs the Goddess' fruit, Rejiiv, so he can regain his strenght. And Im here to retrieve it for him." Keidra's tattooed hand glowed more brightly, knowing that his service for now is almost done. And Keindra's eyes blazed more brightly with his aura, and sundenly it went back to it's usual dimmed light.

Across Middle Realm the awakeneing of the Stone God was felt but in Kalimdor some took careful note of the potential of this new power more than others. The cities of the Valkyrie trembled yet, much to their relief, soon went still. The creator God himself turned to gaze in the direction of his brothers awakening and stoically said not a word as his mind reached out and inspected the impassive power of his brother god. It was down in the plains of Kalimdor where the Orcish raiding party was returing to it's battle camp that Grom Hellscream felt the shaking of the earth but instead of fear, or terror he felt a bruning desire to find the source of this power, and ally himself with it. The orcs stumbled and some fell but once the ground stopped its shaking Grom looked about to his warriors, curiosity evident on his harsh features.

"What power is this?...."

Grom asked aloud as his war hungry mind considered the possibilities of such an alliance.

Adarani was confused upon hearing what Keindra siad until she heard about Mathias needing the Rejiv. Thankfully, she was just abo, which meant she could return to New Sacrira (what she named the archipelago region), and see how the Rejiv trees were coming along, as soon as she finished. Besides, she delayed the creation of the Templarim for too long.

"Keindra, Give me a moment. It won't take too long." With that, in her humanoid form, she allowed much of her Paradise energy to be released upon the Valkyrie. They could now bare children. The ceremony was somewhat elaborate, yet it did not take long. Once it was complete, Adarani nodded towards the newer deity and said, "f you will follow me, I can take you to the Rejiv trees."

At New Sacrira, on the island where she first planted the seed, an orchard of Rejiov trees were present. She picked some from one and placed the piece in the basket. When she was sure Keindra was there, she handed the basket of Rejiv to him. "This should be more than enough for Mathias. I was rather worried when he used up so much energy to begin with.

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Meanwhile, back at the Republic, an Exorcim heard from one of his Vitaiim friends what all has happened since they arrived. This Exorcim, Saulkavt, was rather intrigued by all this. He did not expect a war deity's people to welcome any Sacriran at all. Then again, knowing the Valkyrie he encountered in pursuit of lost souls to guide to their afterlives, he supposed it was a matter of necessity. "I could use a bit of help from you, Hanryyt. A Vitaiim soul from the Cataclysm has entered Blessed Isle, an area full of Amares who are feuding amongst themselves. They might try to involve us in their feud, which means the mission to find the soul could get nasty."

Hanryyt nodded. "Sure, no problem!"

Together, they set out for South Blessed Isle, the last spot where the soul was seen. The Amares here were rather pleasure-seeking and sexually active, a cultural atmosphere a Sacriran, be it Vitaiim or Exorcim, would find awkward and bizarre. Hanryyt and Saulkavt's jounrey took them to a small village, one which had a tribal feel. The natural surroundings were ideal for a Vitaiim, dead or alive, to be. Saulkavt used his soul senses to try and loate the soul he was after. Meanwhile, Henryyt spotted a female Amare who was watching them the whole time.

((Jadebud, you can control that Amare mentioned. Could be humorous. XD ))

Jute
The hive mind that Jute had become was working on overdrive. Sacrifices had to be made. Fires needed to be started. Lies upon lies coursed through them as they began to work in unison yet for so many different goals. Jute was starting to wish that she had been born as the god of duplicity. She siphoned off enough power from the rest that she was at full capacity and the rest had enough of their own power. She would give this Nylia a fight. Jute wouldn’t back down. But, sacrifices had to be made. There were still four others, each with an agenda and minds of their own. She gave her orders and severed the bond between herself and the others. But first she made sure that they would keep their own bonds with each other.

The girl that had split from Laska had returned to her true form. She stood on cloven hooves, garbed only in golden and platinum jewelry. A single horn sprouted from the top of her head. Her skin had a purplish sheen to it and a long spiked tail curled itself over her shoulder. Snake tattoos spiraled around her arms and down her back through her tail. She grinned and showed off two very sharp and long fangs dripping with poison. “Come here Nylia. I can’t wait to finally meet you.”

The Crystal Heart

The connection was severed but the Crystal still felt Jute’s overwhelming presence. It knew that Nylia must have felt it as well because she was beginning to tense up. It continued to pull her towards her goal. It also continued to pour more greed into her. The Crystal could give her power. The Crystal would never betray her. The Crystal was hers to command.

Crysalis

The Sword stayed quiet through the proceedings. Silently fuming, it wondered what approach it would have to take to get through to Hanriot. It felt its power being siphoned and it felt the connection between it and Jute become severed but did nothing in response. Hanriot was its goal and Hanriot was all that the sword would focus upon. The god turned into a rat and chatted with other rats. It really was a rousing time altogether (massive sarcasm quotes.) After the proceedings it began sending a bit of its malice energy to Hanriot while still pretending to ignore him.

The Serpent

The Serpent eagerly disconnected from Jute. It slithered northwards at speeds other snakes could only wish for. The scent of evil was strong, but fading. It was as if the original burst of energy had only been an extreme signal for a tiny arrival. But as the cold blooded creature slithered through ice and snow, through crag and cavern, it began smelling something more delicious than the evil that had faded so fast. This land held death and decay at its strongest. It continued on its way until it came across the lair of a large furred creature. Two four legged animals were near the dead bodies of what must have been their mother. The Serpent devoured the living ones to replenish some of its lost energy. It wasn’t much but every little bit helped. Then it smelt it. Death. Its smell was so powerful it made even the snake retch. It moved slowly towards the smell. The creature that gave it off must have been powerful indeed. The Serpent rattled its tail to give off its location.

Laska

The connection severed, Laska felt free to do what she wished. She was ready to introduce herself to the gods that weren’t trying to kill her. Focusing on auras she scanned all of the gods she could. She thought about visiting Adarani and the electrical force near her. She focused on an interesting aura she had felt during the cataclysm. She grew wings again and flew towards the aura of Justice. There were several other beings nearby as well. She landed just outside the clearing and stayed out of direct sight, observing them while at the same time acting shy.

The journey from Kalimdor had been long and arduous fraught with many dangers and perils. Durotan had taken the absence of inclement weather as a sign from Kalimdor himself that the Storm God was not angered by his seeking communion in his sisters graces. Now Durotan and his people marched across an expanse of grass lands. Large plains of a land he'd never seen were open to the Chieftain yet in the distance he could see the outcropping of a mountain base that had the shape of a crescent moon to it. It was then that the thundering of hooves could be heard. Durotan turned to see an entire regiment and armed and armored Centaur riding right for him and his kin. One look at the terse horsemen and Durotan could tell this was no welcoming party.

"MOVE! RUN TO THE MOUNTAINS!"

Durotan roared as his pilgrims began to sprint for their lives. Durotan only prayed that he what warriors he had would be enough to hold back the advancing creations of the now deceased elder strength god.

Meanwhile in Kalimdor Gromash Doomblade had set his sights on a creature his orcish eyes had never seen before. A massive beast, humanoid in appearance save for the giant size of the creature. It loomed over a river, dipping its gargantuan hands in the water looking for a meal as a lion sat at it's side as a dog would sit beside a man.

"Battle Master, what matter of creature is that?"

"By Ragnarok I do not now... but I intend to find out. With me my warriors!"

Grom barked as he began to march out to meet this creature.

While the Battle Master of the Orcish Horde charged out to meet the first giant he and his brethren had ever seen and while Durotan raced to protect his people from the advancing centaur the Queen Regent of the Valkyrie Republic sat on her throne finally alone in the room. The divine Goddess that had blessed her people with fertility had taken her leave along side the new God of servants. Shortly after her creator had vanished without a word. As was the way of the Gods, not for mortals to know their comings and goings but to honor them in their day to day lives and try to please them as they do their duty. Samara sat, her beautiful wings folded behind her couldn't help but shift in agitation. The Queen was not pleased. Some time ago a scout had brought her news of a force of Orcs numbering just over two hundred marching near the border. She had put her people on alert and her army was ready to meet the relatively small force. It wasn't until the secondary scout returned with news of the make up of the force did she stay her hand. Warriors yes but elderly also, and women and children also. What were those damned orcs up to? What trickery were they plotting? Yet something in her heart soothed the sting of hate and whispered doubts into her mind. Whispered that perhaps these orcs sought no ill will to her people. It was not like the horde to send their non combatants on long treks like this. It certainly wasn't like Grom at all. So to what end? What was their purpose? Time, and the grace of the Gods, would shed light on this mystery. For now she must look to her own borders, and her own duties. Almost reflexively Samara's hand went to her now living womb and caressed the growing life within her.

As Samara Siiverwing contemplated the meaning of this orc pilgrimage the creator of both species stood at the northern most edge of his territory. The storm God had felt the rumblings to the North, the whispers of a nameless threat. A darkness and a shadow had been growing in the north and this evil was getting more powerful by the day. Kalimdor's lightning radiating eyes looked out into the frozen wastes watching and waiting. Whatever evil was taking shape in the cold and snow it would be Kalimdor Menethil, God of War and Master of the Storms commanding his vast armies of seasoned warriors that would be the shield to all of Middle Realm. No help from his kin would be asked for. No allies would be needed. To engage the God of War in battle was to accept to defeat before ever drawing a sword.

The twin deities had walked the land for a while after leaving the relative peace and quiet in search of that faint feeling they had sensed so far away. It had been a most loud affair as the pair began arguing once more half way through. This time about the validity of their quest and whether or not it would actually see an end. Both sides made good points, yet neither convinced the other, so they stayed on course, moving ever further north, until they stumbled on a mountain range. They could sense whatever it was stronger here, as if it was close by.

They stood near the mountain range, studying it. They could feel tiny creatures moving around up there, similar to the creatures he had seen Veltrez create. Mortals then, for a moment they stood, satisfying their own imaginations of what these mortals might be like, unmindful of whatever watchful Valkyrie might have spotted them and indeed, not paying enough attention to notice such a mortal. The twins looked at one another for a few moments, trying to figure out their next course of action. ”The feeling is stronger here… could we be near its source?” Said Equallis, his attention once more on the mountain range. Disballis snorted, her disdain clear in her voice as she answered. ”Who cares? As if walking to follow some faint imaginary ‘feeling’ of yours would lead us to anywhere besides boredom.” Equallis looked momentarily annoyed before smiling at his sister. ”Perhaps. But now we have discovered a new form of mortal, and is that not interesting enough?” Disballis frowned a little before reluctantly admitting: ”I guess…”

And so the pair walked towards the largest city in the mountain range, unmindful and ignorant of what the local Valkyrie population might think of this new creature approaching their territory and even now marching on the capital city with determination and curiosity.