The Book of Markoth (Chapters 4 - 6)

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Chapter Four

Verily we did journey unto the land of Stranglethorn, which is a vile and dark land, for the goblins and blasphemous trolls hold sway there, and do much evil in the name of their dark gods.
No sooner had Khazran and I set foot in Stranglethorn then we were set upon by the dreaded jungle men, warriors of Stormwind who were lost to the madness of the taint on this land.
With our blades and faith we did scatter them unto the winds, but some escaped with the use of foul potions and elixirs, blessed by their gods, which healed their wounds.
With our blood hot and our hearts burning, we both did pursue them, but they knew the ways of the jungle, and did escape us.
The brewing of elixirs and potions, which aren’t consecrated by the holy Light, are an abomination, and those who do such acts are witches to be burnt.
We were wroth, and turned to inquire of their whereabouts from the camp set up north, when we happened upon a set of old ruins, full to the brim with hideous Bloodscalp trolls.
We set upon them in a rage, but they were too much for us, and we fled southward, through the dark and horrid jungle.
After a period of time we did come upon the great troll city of Zul’gurub, and were set upon by the same trolls who had pursued us, who did bind us with ropes and gag us, and took us into the great and terrible city.

Chapter Five

For seven days and seven nights we were held in the city of Zul’Gurub, bound and gagged by the most foul trolls either of us had yet come across in all our travels.
Without the walls of our prison, they did commit the most profane and horrible acts we had seen, for the purpose of creating their elixir known as mojo.
When our guards came for us, I did smite her with the power of the Light, which did slay her with purifying fires, and we then took the keys and freed ourselves.
Outside, the trolls were in the business of creating their mojo, from ingredients too gruesome to name. Fearing for our safety, we fled.
We were pursued across the tracts of wilderness by angry trolls, and because of our long periods of inactivity and low food and water, we were in no shape to escape, when an apparition of the Light appeared unto us.
My eyes were dazzled by a show of Light, then it took the form of a person I recognized, using a large hammer to smite the trolls around us. It was one Gordon, a Knight of the Silver Hand.
We cried out our thanks, and he, with clarity and grace, returned us to the camp. For verily we did then cry our thanks unto the Light, praising it for it’s benevolence and grace.
For the Light is the only hope for salvation, and such profane rituals that such as the trolls did partake in only damned them unto the eternal Dark Below, where their souls, if trolls possess any, will be tortured for eternity.
The Light is graceful to all, except for those that turn their face from the Light and embrace the eternal shadow, a path that leads only to damnation, for the Shadow takes many forms.
The pagan orcs, with their abominable spirits, the hideous trolls with their blasphemous voodoo, the deadly tauren with their deluded ancestor worship, and the dread Forsaken, the most condemned of all, who worship the Shadow openly and without fear, if one could call it worship, for it is a dreadful and terrible worship, full of death and blood.

Chapter Six

Khazran and I were soon replenished and ready to do the work of the Light once again, and so we made the decision to return to the land of Redridge, and seek the warlock who I had bested before.
We first had to return to the land of Duskwood, which we did with great apprehension, but nothing attempted to molest us, and thus we passed safely.
But if thou findest yourself attacked by the living dead, know that fire and a symbol of the Light can keep such creatures from injuring thyself, for the Light does not tolerate such abominations.
And it came to pass that we entered the land of Redridge, where we returned to the city of Lakeshire, and came across the warlock, who was recovered from our duel.
I did confront him, and with the Light on my side, he did agree to journey with us, and to allow me to attempt to save his soul. Khazran was apprehensive about such an act, but I did explain to him my reasonings, and he, when faced with such infallible logic, acquiesced.
And it came to pass that we did travel south unto the land known as the Swamp of Sorrows, formerly the Black Morass, which is a deeply heretical and sorely oppressed land, being bereft of the Light and a home to the blasphemous trolls of the Atal-Hakkar.
I did confer with my companions, and we agreed that such a sacrilegious temple as that must be cleansed with the pure truths of the Holy Light.
With our hearts and minds set, and the Light at our backs, we did enter the profane temple, to see what lay within.
The trolls were deeply entrenched within the temple, and had bound the pagan dragons of the Green Flight to their side, an act which showed the true allegiance of both parties to the Shadow, for only those who harbor doubts within their hearts to the Light’s truthfulness are able to be swayed by such magics.
We did fight our way into the temple, using both sword and gun, with the warlock, who we have renamed Bane, using his wicked magics.
And it came to pass that we happened upon an altar to the blood “god” Hakkar, which was watched over by the prophet Jammal’an.
He did call down magics more wicked than Bane’s, but with our faith at our side, we did defeat his foul magics, and did cut down his congregation, crying our praises unto the Light. Jammal’an then cried out with much horror, and attacked us. We did respond, and after much fighting, I did use the edge of my sword and cut him down, shedding his blood upon the floor.
When I had done so, Bane felt a change in the magics of the temple, the growing of a new entity, which we did investigate. To our horror, we realized that a foul avatar of that blood god, Hakkar, had manifested within the temple.
We did cry unto the Light mightily, and went forth to meet our fate.

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Author's notes:

The writing streak hit me, so I wrote this.
I intend to finish up the arc within the next few chapters, and move him onto something dealing with the Scourge.
Enjoy!

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I like the whole deal, but damn Markoth is just wrong...