Morrigan
February 4th, 2010, 11:44 PM
As she listens to the slink of the sharpening stone down the blade of her axe, the peculiar axe that it is, Morrigan lets her thoughts wander.
There isn't much of the world of Azeroth she hasn't seen as she becomes a seasoned warrior. There's more that can be killed by her, than can kill her. She'd even fought the zealots in the Scarlet Monastery, along side her friends. Though a trip is to be made back soon with her Lost Order of friends, and her dearest Namoric, to complete the quests they started on. Much like anything involving humans the job is seemingly never done. Humans and Night Elves that is, Night Elves always stealing resources out from under you, while they laughed in your face, and always when you're outnumbered. Then again that was the only way Night Elves could ever survive a fight, Morrigan thought as she laughed at the amusing idea of a Night Elf fighting alone.
Dwarves and Gnomes are dispatched of easily enough.
Humans...alliance...
The Alliance...
The Alliance in all their good falsehoods, the Alliance who proclaims to fight on the side of good, yet hunts down and kills young Horde in the places they feel safest. Near every night raiding and pillaging Horde towns.
It was an Alliance member that drug Morrigan's people from their dying world, cursed them and forced them to fight in a world not their own, for a cause not their own. The curse was broken for most of the Orcs...broken when the Alliance made them slaves, and broke them so that the Orc people were so lethargic they couldn't move and were dying.
Until the great Warchief Thrall.
Thrall freed the Orcs. Taught them and trained them, made sure the Orcs knew the history from which they came, the history that had almost been lost. An underestimated and great Warrior race, the Orcs still had cursed among them, though they had gone off to live amongst themselves in more remote areas they were not entirely without threat. Morrigan had become one of their members to slay them and help bring down the order of the Burning Legion. Then took what information she could find to Thrall as he had told her to do.
As the sharpening stone ting'ed off the axe blade for the final time, her thoughts subsiding, Morrigan stood and readied herself. There would be bloodshed this night. Alliance blood. Morrigan breathed the air deeply. Oh, how she loved the smell of carnage in the air.
There isn't much of the world of Azeroth she hasn't seen as she becomes a seasoned warrior. There's more that can be killed by her, than can kill her. She'd even fought the zealots in the Scarlet Monastery, along side her friends. Though a trip is to be made back soon with her Lost Order of friends, and her dearest Namoric, to complete the quests they started on. Much like anything involving humans the job is seemingly never done. Humans and Night Elves that is, Night Elves always stealing resources out from under you, while they laughed in your face, and always when you're outnumbered. Then again that was the only way Night Elves could ever survive a fight, Morrigan thought as she laughed at the amusing idea of a Night Elf fighting alone.
Dwarves and Gnomes are dispatched of easily enough.
Humans...alliance...
The Alliance...
The Alliance in all their good falsehoods, the Alliance who proclaims to fight on the side of good, yet hunts down and kills young Horde in the places they feel safest. Near every night raiding and pillaging Horde towns.
It was an Alliance member that drug Morrigan's people from their dying world, cursed them and forced them to fight in a world not their own, for a cause not their own. The curse was broken for most of the Orcs...broken when the Alliance made them slaves, and broke them so that the Orc people were so lethargic they couldn't move and were dying.
Until the great Warchief Thrall.
Thrall freed the Orcs. Taught them and trained them, made sure the Orcs knew the history from which they came, the history that had almost been lost. An underestimated and great Warrior race, the Orcs still had cursed among them, though they had gone off to live amongst themselves in more remote areas they were not entirely without threat. Morrigan had become one of their members to slay them and help bring down the order of the Burning Legion. Then took what information she could find to Thrall as he had told her to do.
As the sharpening stone ting'ed off the axe blade for the final time, her thoughts subsiding, Morrigan stood and readied herself. There would be bloodshed this night. Alliance blood. Morrigan breathed the air deeply. Oh, how she loved the smell of carnage in the air.