Throllgard Grimfist felt that the Horde is dying. With Rastakhan’s death and Sylvanas’ gamble at Anglepoint Wharf turning into a total disaster, the old death knight and a veteran of the Second War knew that if they let Sylvanas ravage any longer, she will lead the Horde into the ruin.
Under the cover of a twilight night, Throllgard called Rexxar, Rokhan, High Telemancer Oculeth and Eitrigg into Acherus: The Ebon Hold, as being the Deathlord of Knights of the Ebon Blade had its secrecy benefits. The Horde champions did not like to meet on such a spirit-forsaken place, but it was one of the few places SI:7 nor Sylvanas had not their ears stretched out.
“Why have you summoned us, death knight?” Rokhan asked with a calm, yet questioning tone.
Throllgard coughed a little bit from a slight fever he caught while fighting in Darkshore and gave the shadow hunter his wanted answer.
“To decide the fate of the Horde. Sylvanas is going too far and her actions are only tearing it apart. I may be long away from the world of the living, but I cannot abandon my living brothers in arms…”
After an undead orc spilled himself out, a Mok-Nathal rose his voice to him. “If you wish to save the Horde… Why you haven’t brought Baine with us? From all of us, he has been talking against the Banshee Queen the loudest.”
“Because his talking earned him the close watch under the Dark Rangers, including Nathanos. It would attract them way too quickly if we pulled him out of Dazar’alor now.”
Rokhan explained with a silenced voice. He started to suspect the death knight pulled them into the trap.
“And do not forget Talanji has hard times recovering after her father was slain by those Alliance cowards. We cannot take her only support away just for… scheming.”
The old Eittrig of the Blackrock spoke out, eyeing Throllgard with utter suspicion. The undead orc however noticed the looks the troll and orc warrior were giving him, and lowering his head, he walked slowly to the Ebon Hold’s Upper Balcony, holding onto the saronite ledge tight.
“I… understand your suspicions, my friends. You cannot trust someone raised by the Death itself… But I assure you by the name of Orgrim Doomhammer himself, that my intentions aim only for the better of the Horde, which I saw dying on the fields near the Dark Portal, along with me…”
With his eye orbs aiming for the sight above Suramar, Throllgard let out a deep sigh with his plated Deathlord armor making clacking sounds as the orc shrugged with his shoulders. Soon after, Rexxar slowly approached him and placed his hand on Throllgard’s shoulderplate while Oculeth joined the undead orc to watch over the beauties of his homeland…
“… I believe you, champion. Unlike the others, you always held honor in highest regard, unlikely for a death knight. Just like Saurfang…” Rexxar spoke out in a deep tone and his sight aiming for the shadow hunter. A moment of grave silence covered the group, till the Nightborne portalmancer broke it.
“Ehm, sorry to disturb your mating session, gentlemen, but can we get down to buisness already? I have a bad feeling my longer absence from Zuldazar might put my head on Sylvanas’ plate.”
With nodding approval from all, the scheming members of the Horde gave Throllgard space to explain his plans…
“Thank you, Oculeth. Brothers of the Horde, I am saying this with a heavy heart and my mind is full of doubts you will accept, but…”
Again, an embarrasing silence covered the whole group, only to be thrown away by the Death Knight’s sigh and continuation.
“… To save our Horde and preserve what remains of it… We must bring back Garrosh Hellscream to our side.”
All present Horde champions shockingly held their breaths, surprised and stammered what Throllgard just said to them without any fear left…
[ TO BE CONTINUED ]
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