It was a mighty battle. Blade clashed with blade clashed with magic, and deadly spells rained from the skies. Dozens rose and fell on both sides and the roar of battle swelled to a deafening volume, one that ceased to have any definition; a wall of sound.
At the height of the battle, a Doomsayer entered. The mage lifted his hands to the air, and from the depths of his body rose an incantation that was heard even over the din of steel and fire. Steel and magic alike tried in vain to kill him, to stop him; alas, he continued.
Surrounding everything rose a wall of hellfire! Its magnificence, its malevolence, would make the gods quake with terror! The Doomsayer continued on, not a falter in his voice. Impossibly loud over the screams of terror and despair!
Weapons fell to the ground. Foe turned friend as the fire threatened to consume all caught within. The end approached. A Murloc fell to its knees, begging for his life. It shut his eyes, but tears still flowed freely through them, falling to the ground. Death, death, death was all on its mind, death consuming everything.
A glow surrounded the young Murloc warrior. When it opened his eyes, it discovered a peculiar golden energy enveloping him. The divine shield was decorated with holy symbols, granted strength from a godly blessing. A human stood close, watching the shield and projecting its light.
The man was young, adorned in golden armor and carrying weapons of his own. He was.. protecting the Murloc, it realised. Trying to save its life over his own.
Why?
A new thought entered the Murloc's mind. This human had chosen its life over his own, chose to save it over himself. Why? What would possess this young human, to so casually accept oblivion?
The arcane fire approached ever closer, and swallowed everything. Warriors, mages, dwellings and foliage were all consumed by this unstoppable monster wrought by the elven mage. It brought a strange sense of serenity.
In that moment, the human put all of his effort into maintaining the shield, in protecting that Murloc from death. The flash of fire grew blinding, and finally consumed the two.
Nothing could have ever stopped the Doomsayer's arcane destruction. The Murloc, like so many others that day, had died. But a legacy remained, a tale originated of the human that had sacrificed his life in protection of a lowly Murloc. The legacy of an argent protector.
