#leranthiel

His name was Kalth, and he was a Thunderlord orc of the Iron Horde. Fighting at Shattrath had exhausted him, and he had taken a quick moment to wander and recuperate. Unsurprisingly, he quickly found himself lost. The unfamiliar forest had few trees, but he had run far and fast to get away from the battle. Kalth found himself near a small cave. The charred bodies of sporebats, warpstalkers, talbuks, and even tigers littered the entrance, but he shrugged it off. There were many strange things in Talador, but he was an orc of the Iron Horde! No misplaced elemental would get the better of him. Kalth pulled out some water and took a few hefty gulps, sighing in relief. He’d go back to the brawl soon enough. No one would even know he had been gone. He turned, looking behind him into the cave, and blinked. A soft light shone within, warm and welcoming. He stood slowly, rubbing at his cramping legs. Perhaps one of those strange crystals the draenei used was inside. Or, even better, one of their Light-creatures! What were they called? Naaru? Kalth nodded to himself. If he could capture something important, he might get promoted. Maybe he’d even be allowed to join the Grom’kar! Decision made, the orc trudged into the cave. The light got brighter as he walked. It started to become harsh, though he could still see easily, and he began to wonder if this wasn’t the best idea, after all. The number of bodies grew the further he went in. There was even a riverbeast, though it looked like an animal of some kind had gotten into the meat of it. Only pure determination kept the orc moving forward. Determination and pride. He stopped suddenly as the cave fanned out, making a small room. Supplies were scattered in it, crates of breads and blankets and wines. There was even a makeshift bed. And, curled up and sleeping on that bed, there was a strange creature. He’d seen similar ones back in Frostfire Ridge, before the Frostwolves had reclaimed the area and pushed the Thunderlords out. There were from another world, the one the Iron Horde had invaded. But none of the others he’d seen had glowed constantly. Perhaps a Naaru had decided to inhabit one. Could they do that? Kalth frowned, but nodded to himself. That was surely what had happened. And the creature must’ve been injured, if it had had to do that! He reached forward, prepared to grab what he thought to be a Naaru, when she sat up. The orc let out a slight yelp, hand falling to his side as glowing green eyes set upon him. A voice, soft and melodious, came from the cracked creature’s mouth. “The Light judges you, orc. And she finds you wanting.” The Light enveloped him, but it was not quite as welcoming as he thought.