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Hello everyone!
The Burning Legion has invaded Azeroth once again and the demon hunters, trained by Illidan
to become powerful weapons against the legion have been recruited to help in this war.
To aid them in their fight 2 artifacts, rumored to be even more powerful than lord illidan’s
blades are waiting to be obtained and for the vengeance demon hunters, it’s the Aldrachi
Warblades.
The traitorous Illidari Caria Felsoul was one of our best before she answered the Legion’s
foul call.
She now wields the Aldrachi Warblades and a party was sent to track Caria down, but
we have not heard from them in some time.
Jace has nearly repaired a Legion communicator so we can make contact, we need only a power
source.
Our friends in this world are few, but archmage khadgar should be willing to help us out.
Perhaps he has the power that we’re looking for.
“I have just the thing.
Follow me.”
“Hold on just a moment.
I fear I’m a bit of a pack rat.”
“Now let’s see...apexis crystals?
No, no, those won’t do at all.”
“Hmm, I must’ve put it over here.
Arcane powder...soul shards...that’s definitely not it...”
“A-ha!
Here we are....a crystalized soul.
That ought to do the trick!”
“Would you mind grabbing it?
These crystals tend to have an adverse effect on non-demonic beings.”
Let’s not question why Khadgar has a crystalized soul in his possession, especially one from
which we can hear faint screams come from deep within.
It wouldn’t be wise to question one of the few friends that we have and the crystal does
do the trick.
“Allari, report in.
Have you located the warblades?”
“Yes Caria... Broken Shore...
Heavy resistance...”
“Damn it all!
Incoming!”
“We have their position.
That will have to do.”
We aren’t going to get our forces anywhere near the broken shore without getting knocked
out of the sky, that’s why it’s best if we handle this matter ourselves.
Saving Allari and her men would be a great thing, but our main goal is the Aldrachi Warblades.
They will do far more for this war than warm bodies.
“We die in Illidan’s name....as will Caria.”
“Is that you?
Finally some good news!”
“Caria left me for dead...the fool!”
“My wound are severe.
I fear you must push ahead alone.”
“I will join you as soon as I am able.”
“oooow I thought I sensed a paltry whelp wandering where it shouldn’t”
As we push through the demons ranks and destroy their portals, lets talk about the epic history
behind the aldrachi warblades...
The scattered legends that remain of the ancient aldrachi speak of their unsurpassed skill
as warriors.
These proud people were bred from birth for combat, their entire culture revolved around
it.
Military service was mandatory for all aldrachi, and it began as soon as a child could walk.
So it was with Toranaar.
After he took his first step, he was cast into the merciless aldrachi war machine.
He came from a long line of respected warriors, and his elder brother was the greatest among
them.
Given Toranaar's pedigree, expectations for him were high and he would not disappoint.
Toranaar endured years of brutal training, tests of strength meant to cull the weak from
the strong.
One thought propelled him through the pain and suffering: winning the right to carry
warblades.
More than titles or wealth, the aldrachi coveted weapons as prized possessions and symbols
of status.
Warblades eclipsed all other types of arms in prestige.
These mighty weapons were fashioned from rare crystals found deep below the earth.
The strange minerals had many unique properties, the greatest of which was their ability to
absorb the spirits of the dead.
Blacksmiths employed closely guarded techniques to enchant these crystals and forge them into
instruments of death.
The resultant warblades could consume the souls of their victims.
Each devoured spirit imbued the weapon with greater power.
The most ancient warblades contained thousands of souls, and they were revered just as much
as-if not more than-the fearsome aldrachi warriors who bore them in battle.
As the young Toranaar lay in bed every night, his body bruised and broken, he pictured himself
carrying warblades of his own.
He willed that vision to become a reality.
Toward the end of his training, Toranaar had his final and greatest test.
The aldrachi military high command chose an elder warrior at random to battle the young
initiate in a fight to the death.
The day of the duel came, and Toranaar stepped into the ritual fighting pit to face his opponent,
it was none other than his own older brother.
Toranaar spared his sibling only a passing glance.
He fixed his eyes on his opponent's gleaming warblades.
His dream was within reach, and nothing would keep him from it.
Not even family.
The two brothers grappled through the night and into the next day.
Both were on the verge of death when Toranaar finally disarmed his kin and took the warblades
for himself.
Without uttering a word, he buried the weapons in his brother's chest, and they drank deep
of the fallen warrior's soul.
Stories of the mighty aldrachi reached the Burning Legion and its ruler, Sargeras.
He and his demon army had decimated countless mortal civilizations in their quest to extinguish
life from the cosmos.
Sargeras was always eager to find mighty new races that he could bend to his will and use
as agents of destruction.
The aldrachi seemed like the perfect candidates for servitude.
Now rather than destroy the aldrachi world outright, Sargeras ordered his forces to invade
it.
The Legion would wear the warriors thin until they were ripe for demonic conversion.
Sargeras knew that his followers would suffer great losses against the enemy, but that did
not discourage him.
Whether it took a year, or ten, or a hundred...
Sargeras would make the aldrachi his.
Excerpt from the nathrezim records known as The Codex of the Dead:
The Legion stormed their little world with overwhelming force, a sea of pit lords and
felguard, of shivarra and mo'arg, ebbing and flowing from horizon to horizon.
Still, the aldrachi held the invasion at bay.
Hundreds of demons fell just to claim one of their warriors.
The aldrachi fought like ravenous beasts, and none with more ferocity than Toranaar
the Indomitable.
His warblades howled over the clamor of battle, rending anything that came near.
Each demon Toranaar vanquished seemed to fill him with renewed vigor and strength.
He was an army unto himself.
Wave after wave of demons slammed into the aldrachi lines.
Toranaar and other seasoned warriors repelled each attack, but the Legion's numbers never
diminished.
For every demon defeated, another would simply take its place.
Slowly and methodically, the Legion whittled away the aldrachi resistance and pushed them
back to the towering stronghold in the heart of their war-torn capital.
Near the end ,only Toranaar and a handful of champions remained.
Each of them carried warblades teeming with the souls of thousands of victims they had
cut down.
In all directions, corpses of aldrachi and demon alike blanketed the earth.
It is said that not a bare patch of ground could be seen for leagues.
Toranaar rallied his allies in preparation for another Legion attack, but it never came.
To the aldrachi's confusion, the demons halted their advance.
A monstrous figure then emerged from the Legion's ranks.
It was Sargeras, and he had come with an offer for Toranaar.
No one knows for sure what form Sargeras took to confront Toranaar.
Some nathrezim records say that the Legion's colossal ruler infused a sliver of his power
into an avatar and dispatched it to the aldrachi stronghold.
Whatever the truth, it is certain that he called for Toranaar to join the Legion.
He promised the aldrachi warrior and his allies power beyond anything they had ever dreamt
of.
They would serve as his personal guards, and they would command tens of thousands of demons
in war.
Sargeras believed that such an offer would prove irresistible to the battle-loving aldrachi
and he would be proven wrong.
Toranaar's rejection was emphatic.
He vowed to destroy the Legion for all of the aldrachi the demons had killed, or die
trying.
Either way, he would never bow to Sargeras.
There are still demons that whisper of the battle that followed between Toranaar and
Sargeras.
The gathered Legion host watched with rapt attention as their ruler dueled with the aldrachi
warrior.
At any moment, Sargeras could have simply annihilated Toranaar, but destruction was
not what he wanted.
He desired to corrupt the aldrachi champion, and he would need to exhaust Toranaar to succeed.
For days, the Legion's ruler did so.
Like a cruel predator toying with prey, Sargeras battered Toranaar with just enough force to
wear him down.
Toranaar was a seasoned warrior, and he recognized Sargeras's ploy.
He knew he could not best the Legion's commander in combat, and so he decided on one final
act of defiance.
Toranaar feigned submission and when Sargeras let his guard down, the aldrachi champion
struck.
His warblades ripped through Sargeras's hide, and fire burst from the wound.
Though it was only a minor injury, the other aldrachi howled in triumph.
“aroe, aroe, aroe”
It was the last time such war cries would ever echo through their once-great capital
since the defiance infuriated Sargeras.
In an instant, he ripped the warrior and his fellow aldrachi champions to pieces.
So great was Sargeras's wrath that nothing was left of their bodies but dust.
The Legion's ruler then commanded his armies to bathe the aldrachi world in an inferno
that would smolder for eternity.Though he had failed to corrupt the aldrachi, all was
not lost.
He had left the warblades used by Toranaar and his kin intact.
If the aldrachi would not serve the Legion, their formidable weapons would.
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver was charged with distributing the warblades of the aldrachi.
Over thousands of years, the demon sought out the Legion's greatest warriors.
Those who met Kil'jaeden's standards received a set of warblades.
In demonic hands, these weapons went on to massacre civilizations, exterminate entire
races, and consume the souls of a hundred thousand dead.
In time, Kil'jaeden had circulated all of the warblades, save the ones that had belonged
to Toranaar.
These were the most powerful arms taken from the aldrachi and Kil'jaeden kept them under
close watch, awaiting a champion ruthless enough to wield the fabled weapons that had
made Sargeras bleed.
After years of waiting, Kil'jaeden finally found someone worthy of wielding Toranaar's
warblades.
Her name was Caria Felsoul, and she was one of the Illidari's most cunning and adept demon
hunters.
Caria had willingly turned on the Illidari and pledged herself to the Legion in exchange
for power, and Kil'jaeden rewarded her.
He flooded the demon hunter with dark energy and molded her into his perfect servant.
Before unleashing Caria on his enemies, he gifted her the powerful Aldrachi Warblades.
Kil'jaeden relished this final act, knowing it stood against everything Toranaar had fought
for.
The aldrachi had used his warblades to uphold the dignity of his people and reject Sargeras's
offer of power.
Wielded by a traitor like Caria, the weapons would become tools of betrayal, ***, and
dishonor.
In our hands they could continue the proud and noble aldrachi way so lets clear the way
further and confront the treacherous illidari.
“I will claim every soul on this pathetic world!
The Legion is only the beginning.
My blades call upon power from beyond!”
“For every soul I claim, my power grows.
I will rule this world....ALL worlds!”
“WITNESS THE MIGHT OF THE ALDRACHI!”
“Your destiny awaits.”
“behold but a fragment of the aldrachi” “Varedis has shown me the true path.
The Legion can make us strong once more!” “behold but a fragment of the aldrachi”
Do you not see?
Kil’jaeden offers power Illidan never could!”
“I will claim your soul, even if I have to tear it from your lifeless corpse!”
“I will ... be...reborn....”
Pick up weapon cinematic, i have the powerrrrrrr
“Well fought, but Legion reinforcements are approaching as we speak.
We must depart.”
This is not the last time that we’ll see Caria and the one that was able to turn her,
Varedis together with Kil’jaeden will stay focused on trying to stop the Illidari.
Those are worries for another day.
For now we’ve obtained the Aldrachi Warblades and with them in our possession, we can avenge
those brave and honorable aldrachi.
We can honor king leonidas, I mean Toranaar, who was able to not only hold the line against
countless of demons, but also hold on to his own integrity and sense of what’s right.
Sargeras remembers the day where 300 aldrachi stood together, made him bleed and laid down
their lives for what they knew was right and now we can continue their legacy by wielding
the powers of the enemy against them and take the battle to them.
“aroe, aroe, aroe”
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