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It is said the god King Rastakhan, ruler of the Zandalari lords over his kingdom from
a stone carved of solid gold. Years ago, as he sat upon this seat of power he was visited
by the dark prophet, Zul. Zul warned King Rastakhan of a terrible cataclysm. For Zul
had seen a vision of the great armoured dragon clenching the world in his ferocious jaws.
King Rastakhan did nothing. Months later Zul returned bearing more grim news from his visions,
he saw a legion of serpents pouring forth from a gaping fissure that tore open the floor
of the ocean. Still King Rastakhan did nothing, finally mere months before the Cataclysm Zul
returned, tearing his clothes and throwing his staff to the ground Zul spoke of earth
quakes and tidal waves, he described the golden capital of Zandalar slowly sinking beneath
the waves in the aftermath of the Cataclysm, its once great people drowning as their mighty
works slipped forever beneath the sea. King Rastakhan tired of Zul and his troubling nightmares.
To be rid of the prophet he granted Zul the use of his largest ships so that he and his
followers could seek a new land if his visions came to pass, and his visions did come to
pass. When deathwing rose from the Maelstrom, dark angry waves crashed into the Zandalari
capital, the spine of the land broke in two and soon the city and all its riches began
to slide into the hungry sea. The Zandalari people turned to their king for help, but
their was only one Zandalari equipped to help them, the prophet Zul. The prophet and the
mighty war fleet he had assembled while his kind sat idle. You see, the true power of
kings and emperors stems from the power to aid their people. The moment they fail they
seed their power to the one who can.