The demons of our past, those left behind from the great wars began growing in numbers. Ralaar and I had confidence in the abilities of our pack. Many of us had graduated and belonged to the royal army and were eager to see battle and give our form a true test and prove its worth in the eyes of others. A marauding group of Satyrs had been attacking villages and Malfurion had given the command for us to go to the mainland and eradicate this menace. Our pack had grown to 34 strong we accompanied a small force of about 100 fighters. It didn't take long to find the enemy we sought, their numbers were greater then anticipated numbering near a 1,000 but that did not deter Ralaar. Our pack lead the charge. Ralaar, Arvell and I tore through the ranks of the demonic horde. We slew so many that we became drenched in the blood of those who fell before us and the lust for more grew. We became lost within our own minds and one problem began to grow, we were beginning to run out of enemies. The few remaining demons ran off into the shadows of the forest but our bloodlust was not quenched, and the beast within us did not define friend or foe and my pack began turning on each other and those around us. Malfurion had sensed our desire to use the pack form and with the power of Cenarian himself was able to lull the attacking members of my tribe into a deep trance. It was enough to break us of our hold.
Malfurion had encouraged druids to explore the nature of their souls and seek out the forms that most closely aligned with their hearts but not this form. It was too dangerous. It could not be controlled. Malfurion forbid the use of the pack form from ever being used again, and in the process created the Cenarion Circle as a means to structure the teachings of druids as a way to create a path of study that lead away from the pack form and maintained the traditional arts of druidism. This did not sit well with Ralaar and he drew into seclusion. I followed him, I would have followed him anywhere. But Arvell and the others felt honor bound to uphold their rank in the army against the Demonic forces that threatened our people.
Within weeks of Malfurions forbidding there was a large attack on a military outpost, one held by Arvell and his men. Outnumbered and out armed they fought, if only Arvell would have given the command his men would have again taken the wolf form and would have been able to fight the forces back. Arvell heeded Malfurions orders...to his death. Along with many others of our pack. Arvells love Velysra, priestess of Elune and close friend to Ralaar and I was distraught over the loss. Ralaar and Velysra blamed Arvell's death on Malfurion. The two new the wolf was the answer to this new war with the Satyrs but first they had to show Malfurion that it could be controlled.
The elders told stories of Elune and Goldrinn, Elunes presence in the night sky enraged Goldrinn and Elune had always sought out a means to tame the beast. It was Ralaar and Belysra that hatched the idea that perhaps with the staff of Elune, an ancient staff embued with the essence of Elune herself passed down among the high priestess and the Fang of Goldrinn could be infused and bring about a means of controlling this ancient form. Ralaar called together the Pack to experience this new awakening, a marriage of both the powers of Elune and Goldrinn. But what happened next was not what either had expected. Ralaar commanded his brothers to once again take on their pack forms, but instead the transformation continued. Not man and not wolf, we turned into something else, something darker....we became the WORGEN.
Malfurion had encouraged druids to explore the nature of their souls and seek out the forms that most closely aligned with their hearts but not this form. It was too dangerous. It could not be controlled. Malfurion forbid the use of the pack form from ever being used again, and in the process created the Cenarion Circle as a means to structure the teachings of druids as a way to create a path of study that lead away from the pack form and maintained the traditional arts of druidism. This did not sit well with Ralaar and he drew into seclusion. I followed him, I would have followed him anywhere. But Arvell and the others felt honor bound to uphold their rank in the army against the Demonic forces that threatened our people.
Within weeks of Malfurions forbidding there was a large attack on a military outpost, one held by Arvell and his men. Outnumbered and out armed they fought, if only Arvell would have given the command his men would have again taken the wolf form and would have been able to fight the forces back. Arvell heeded Malfurions orders...to his death. Along with many others of our pack. Arvells love Velysra, priestess of Elune and close friend to Ralaar and I was distraught over the loss. Ralaar and Velysra blamed Arvell's death on Malfurion. The two new the wolf was the answer to this new war with the Satyrs but first they had to show Malfurion that it could be controlled.
The elders told stories of Elune and Goldrinn, Elunes presence in the night sky enraged Goldrinn and Elune had always sought out a means to tame the beast. It was Ralaar and Belysra that hatched the idea that perhaps with the staff of Elune, an ancient staff embued with the essence of Elune herself passed down among the high priestess and the Fang of Goldrinn could be infused and bring about a means of controlling this ancient form. Ralaar called together the Pack to experience this new awakening, a marriage of both the powers of Elune and Goldrinn. But what happened next was not what either had expected. Ralaar commanded his brothers to once again take on their pack forms, but instead the transformation continued. Not man and not wolf, we turned into something else, something darker....we became the WORGEN.
Edited by Lunaeis on 6/5/2012 12:44 AM PDT
