Origins
Draenei
Velen sighed. The Draenei were restless, and he could not blame them. The naaru told them that they would find peace somewhere, but they could not find it. All of them understood that they needed patience, but they had no home. Ever since Sargeras had turned Kil'Jaedan and Archimonde, those who once called themselves Eredar had fled.
Velen looked over at his bride, who had birthed his two children. His third was yet to be born, and Velen would not let the demon turn this one as well. He knew that the child had scarce chances to survive without a proper home, but there was no way they could find one to raise him or her on.
The ship shuddered. "What just happened?" demanded an irate Velen. His wife heaved, startled by the motion. "We thin we've found a world to visit," said the captain. Velen looked at the world, and saw it was wondrous. Lush grasses, draping trees, and sparkling rivers. It was the very picture of Utopia, and so Velen decided. "Land the ship, so we can explore this place."
The ship of the Draenei landed upon the waves of pink grass. The peach-coloured leaves in the surrounding trees blew with the gentle wind. All of the Draenei loved the world that awaited them.
As they left their vessel, they soon noticed green creatures with odd pelts. They all had large teeth jutting up from their lower jaw. Velen approached one, hoping to examine it. The creature appeared untouched by the corruption of Sargeras, and so Velen said unto his people, "This world is safe from the taint of the Burning Legion. This place is beautiful. Perhaps we can make a home for ourselves here," to which the creature replied, "Who are you?"
The Draenei recoiled, startled by the words of the creature. Finally, Velen answered. "I am Velen, leader of the Draenei. We move from world to world, forever exiled from our home." The beast before them stood upright. It was then that Velen noticed that the odd brown pelts were not patches of hair, but rather primitive clothing. All of the others stood, and the Draenei leader began to comprehend the intelligence of the creatures who falsified animalistic behaviour to examine the newcomers.
"What is a Draenei, exactly?" The curious green-skin wondered aloud. "In our tongue, it means 'Exiled Ones.' We can no longer return to our world. It was destroyed by others," explained Velen.
"Welcome, then, to our world! We are Orcs, and it has no meaning other than the name of our people. You are welcome to stay here as long as you want."
A day passed, and the Draenei had taken the words of the Orc, named Krang, quite literally. They were welcomed into the world by the other Clans of Orcs, and slowly made their life. Used to utopian cities, the Draenei instead began to live in the utopia of the world itself. Learning from the Orcs, they created tents rather than stone houses. Some began to show interest in the ways of the Shaman, but most continued to revel in the light of the naaru.
Velen and Krang soon became good friends. Krang would often show the leader of the Draenei wondrous sights, and would tell him the names of things in Orcish. In return, Velen told the Frost Wolf Clan chief the names the Draenei gave them. There was one thing the Orcs had no name for.
"Do you really have no name for your world?" asked Velen. Krang shook his head. "We only call it our world. We have no true name for it. I suppose, now that you have come, that there are many more worlds with names for each of them. Perhaps we should name it."
Velen thought, and then turned to his new friend. "May I suggest a name, Krang?" The Orc nodded, a habit he began to learn from Velen and other Draenei.
"You could call it Draenor, which means 'Exile's Refuge.'"
Krang agreed with the name. "Good. From now on, the home world of the Orcs, Ogres, and Draenei shall be called Draenor. At least, by the Orcs of the Frost Wolf Clan!" The friends then returned to the new village.
A sinister grin appeared on a face hidden in the water. He had watched everything, and decided to rush to his master, the dark Sargeras. While leaving, he saw an Orc warrior hunt an animal, planning and preparing, while always using his strength to his advantage. Kil'Jaedan decided that the Orcs would serve him, and it would be the fault of Velen.
They returned to find that Velen's bride was birthing. Krang turned to Velen, and said, "You named our world today, and named it Exile's Refuge. What name shall you give to the first Draenei child of Draenor?"
Velen mulled it over, and finally declared, "The name of my child shall be Akama, the Draenei word for 'Hope.'"
AN: The Draenei fled from the Eredar for millennia. Kil'Jaedan and Archimonde survived for 10,000 years, and so I say the naaru have the power to keep Velen alive all that time as well. And I just found out about the Draenei's history today!