BLASTED TROLL!
Things were going swimmingly... I found the goblin, the one that saw me from the void. Such power he flaunted, hmph, it was laughable. But still, he brings me closer to Nagas, to Dree'jin. I will work with him for now. But it causes... problems.
This body still fights me, its soul stubbornly against my control. And, unfortunately, an old nemesis of mine found me.
Pakaza, of Homeland...
When we fell in Outland, I had to find a way to survive. A shift in form, black purple demonic wings tearing through my shoulderblades, ripping out in a hail of blood and skin, floating towards my home, my place of solace, my kingdom.
Yes, my kingdom, the Kingdom of Souls. My Perfect World. Thoraman Rakkan Zennrakkan... it was heaven. All the souls I ever killed, I devoured and kept here. Kept them safe within my heart, my being, my palace, a heaven away from the hell of Azeroth.
And such a hell it is. Whether they realize it or not, Azeroth is a death sentence, a form of chaos that was imposed upon us for some sin we did. Whatever sin happened matters not to me. I can fix it, oh yes, I can heal the world, create a perfect world, MY world!
And feed my hunger, of course, but that's just a bonus.
Rakkan... I'll need to tear him apart. But first...
The meeting with Nagas... and that other elf, this Zal... she eyes me with wariness, but is open to trust me... perhaps a new hunter. Yes, the Soul Hunters could return. No, not could, WILL!
I WILL have my kingdom back! I WILL have my power back! I WILL have! MY! PERFECT! WORLD!
RAKKAN ZENNRAKKAN! Rakir daz thorje nagas theramas nagas nagas melarorah gulamir daz no parn rakir!
Yes, I will have it... I will be Goddess once more...
With the help of madness... with the help of Dree'jin...
With... power... always... Bel Rakkan Daz Parn.
Things were going swimmingly... I found the goblin, the one that saw me from the void. Such power he flaunted, hmph, it was laughable. But still, he brings me closer to Nagas, to Dree'jin. I will work with him for now. But it causes... problems.
This body still fights me, its soul stubbornly against my control. And, unfortunately, an old nemesis of mine found me.
Pakaza, of Homeland...
When we fell in Outland, I had to find a way to survive. A shift in form, black purple demonic wings tearing through my shoulderblades, ripping out in a hail of blood and skin, floating towards my home, my place of solace, my kingdom.
Yes, my kingdom, the Kingdom of Souls. My Perfect World. Thoraman Rakkan Zennrakkan... it was heaven. All the souls I ever killed, I devoured and kept here. Kept them safe within my heart, my being, my palace, a heaven away from the hell of Azeroth.
And such a hell it is. Whether they realize it or not, Azeroth is a death sentence, a form of chaos that was imposed upon us for some sin we did. Whatever sin happened matters not to me. I can fix it, oh yes, I can heal the world, create a perfect world, MY world!
And feed my hunger, of course, but that's just a bonus.
Rakkan... I'll need to tear him apart. But first...
The meeting with Nagas... and that other elf, this Zal... she eyes me with wariness, but is open to trust me... perhaps a new hunter. Yes, the Soul Hunters could return. No, not could, WILL!
I WILL have my kingdom back! I WILL have my power back! I WILL have! MY! PERFECT! WORLD!
RAKKAN ZENNRAKKAN! Rakir daz thorje nagas theramas nagas nagas melarorah gulamir daz no parn rakir!
Yes, I will have it... I will be Goddess once more...
With the help of madness... with the help of Dree'jin...
With... power... always... Bel Rakkan Daz Parn.
