The first thing that attracted Fallah Farshot's attention was crying. She had to find out what made that noise, her party was not aware of it, so she said that she would be back in a few moments. The crying sounded near, she followed the sound until she found the cry's owner. When she finally found it, she gasped.

It was a troll, a baby troll wrapped in linen, hugging an egg. But it was unlike any troll she's seen, it had dry, yellowish skin. But she did't care it was still only a child.

The baby was bawling like mad, he was calling out for his mother, it was crying out for help. She knew if it kept crying like that it would attract a predator, and that would be bad. So she did the only thing she could think of, she hushed it, picked it up and took it back to her party.

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Ten years later...

"Hey! Wait up Lonaar!" said a troll child in perfect Taurahe. The tauren child, Lonnar, turned and said "No!You hurry up Dit'lok! We're going to be late! Maur's going to tell his story!" At that comment the troll child picked up his speed and headed towards the hut. The two children charged into the hut, startling its occupants, who were adventurers of different races and tauren children who gathered the listen to the story.

"Ahh you are right on time, I was about to start, sit down so I can start," said the Tauren in his slow voice. The two sat down the nearest they can to the Tauren. The Tauren chuckled at the sight of the duo and said "You two are almost ready to see the world, may this story give you advice,"

"It happened when I was traveling across the plains, I came across it and thought that if I did not disturb it, it would go away. But I was wrong, once it saw me it came charging towards me screeching out in fury. I never forgot it's demonic red eyes, it's razor sharp talons and most of all it's venomous bite. It gave me a nasty bite to my shoulder," and the Tauren show the crowd his scar, there was patch of fur missing there and the scar looked really bad. "It was as terrible as my grandfather described, the bite gave me a fever and delirious nightmares,I should have known that I wouldn't be able to handle a beast my grandfather was unable to defeat. But I was cure thanks to a certain adventurer who helped me get the ingredients to find the cure. I am in his debt, but when he left the village I never saw him again."

"That was a great story, Maur, but What was it anyways?" asked the troll child.

"It was called Mazzranache, it was a tallstrider, a dangerous one, pray to An'she you do not meet it on your travels" explained Maur, "That's the end of my story, see you all next time" at those words the adventurers and children when out of the hut,all except Lonaar and Dit'lok"And both of you ought to get to bed, it's almost your bedtime,"

"Aww, can't we stay up a little longer?" asked Lonaar.

"I'm sorry, but I promised your mother," said Maur. With a sigh the two kids, left the hut and went back to theirs.

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3 months later...

Dit'lok and Lonaar gasped as Garrosh gave Carine the death blow. Gorehowl went down like a guillotine, and took Carine's life. Dit'lok whispered in Taur'he "No...Carine...how...why...," Lonaar placed a hand on his adopted brother's shoulder to comfort him. Although Dit'lok was a troll, he was raised by Tauren, lived with them for 14 years and has always looked up to Carine as a hero, or sometimes a fatherly figure due to the times he had spent talking with him, and for keeping his people united for so long. His death shook Dit'lok to the core, and then shock turned to despair, and despair turned to rage.

Dit'lok's eyes turned red and flung himself into a rage, but was quickly restrained by his brother. He shouted insults and challenges at Garrosh, but they were drowned out by the crowd.

That night Dit'lok, accompanied by Lonaar, was drinking away in the inn, at Bloodhoof Village until a tauren came in and shouted, "Everyone! Quickly! Grab anything that can be used as a weapon! The Grimtotem are attacking!" At that warning, Dit'lok grabbed his bow and Lonaar grabbed his axe. Dit'lok quickly whistled, calling his black raptor An'sha, from the stables and went out to meet the enemy.

It was complete chaos, many tauren had fallen, but they still fought for their lives. Dit'lok fired arrow after arrow, ocasionally slapping one that got too close. An'sha was a blur, she danced through the Girmtotem, biting them at their unprotected spots. Lonaar was clashed with a big Grimtotem, if he remembered correctly the tauren's name was Tarakor. Tarakor almost killed Lonaar, but was pulled back by a druid which was quickly dispatched.

At that moment, the earth began to shake, everyone turned to look at what seemed to be a herd of kodo, some ridden by villagers, some not. They were charging straight for the Grimtotem, which made the traitors run like demons out of the Outland. When the fight was over, Dit'lok asked the nearest tauren in his troll-slanged Orcish learned from the Darkspears, "'Ey, tell meh, why 'ave da Grimtotem attacked us? Wat did we do?"

"I've heard that Carine wasn't killed by Garrosh, but instead, by Magatha Grimtotem, who poisoned the axe in the first place!" replied the tauren.

Magatha...the matriarch of the Grimtotem clan. With the true killer revealed Dit'lok vowed to avenge the fallen chieftain, but he knew he couldn't. For Carine was Baine's father, not his. So he decided this, he would avenge the fallen tauren by slaying any Grimtotem that dared attack him.

Later that night, he flung into a greater rage when he was told that his adoptive father, Hallum Farshot was killed by Grimtotem at Hunter's Rise. He flew into an anger so deep, that that night all he dreamed about was what he could do to the Grimtotem.

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Sometime later...

Dit'lok, An'sha and Lonaar were sitting in the zeppelin with the army. Dit'lok had a smile on his face, he was finally going to have his revenge. Lonaar looked at his brother, and asked "Is vengeance the only way? Father wouldn't want this,"

"They killed our father, this is the only way, as the Darkspears say, an eye fa an eye, a tusk fa a tusk," replied Dit'lok. Lonaar just shook his head. Suddenly a loud boom attracted their attention. The first zeppelin had been struck by lightning. The two and the rest quickly got into their battle stations, each grabbing bombs and tossing them at the Grimtotem.

Unlike the rest, who just threw the bombs whenever Grimtotem were in sight, Dit'lok tossed them at the Girmtotem's heads, which made them splatter. His good eye sight was one of the reasons he was a good hunter.

When the ladders dropped, the zeppelin's occupants quickly went down to meet the enemy. Dit'lok went down for a few meters and when he was close and safe enough he landed on a Grimtotem's back, breaking it with a snap when his foot met the spine. Lonaar cut down two at one time with his axe, and An'sha made sure they did not run away, by clawing at their hooves.

When the battle was over, the tauren who killed Dit'lok's father was brought to him. It seemed that the tauren was a coward, who preferred to hide in the shadows than face his opponents with honor. He begged and pleaded with the troll, begging Dit'lok to not kill him. This time, Dit'lok remembered Lonaar's words. Father wouldn't want this.

So despite hating his father's killer, he let him go. He also remembered what a Darkspear adventurer told him. Live and let live mon. Which was funny coming from him since he was a death knight.

With the Grimtotem exiled, Dit'lok decided to finally see the world. He pack his bags later that night, along with Lonaar, and prepared to face the world.