*Thoughts* "Speech" [Spells] 'Sounds'

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn and Kigami. The same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard. Including Nazgrel and Drek'thar. And Elwyn, both the Town and the Forest. And shamed be ye that know not of Aedelas Blackmoore! I do own Erryl and the bandit twist for Blackmoore though... And I own Habarouth! It's mine! All mine, I tell you! Muwhahahahahahaah! Well, it's not really that much, but I do own something at least... Oh, and I also own the plot, mostly! I own the Bandits of the Knife and Woodsmen, but not Defias. Oh, and I also own the Rogue Elves/Cult of Medivh, they are the first Blood Elves I guess... I own Cedric and Arrius, too.

randh13th: Well, both of them are dangerous, but it is rather obvious that Medivh, being the last (and thus most powerful) Guardian of Tirisfal, and with the soul of the Daemon Lord Sargeras seems the more dangerous of the two. Or at least for now...

ANNOUNCEMENT: It would seem that chapter Seventeen: The Spire of Blood was not uploaded, and in it's place, Chapter Sixteen: The Spire of Dark was uploaded once again. I uploaded the correct file now! Chapter Seventeen features a small battle between Golems and Mer'shorn's Orcs! It is also important for this chapter...

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Chapter Twenty One: The Voice of Medivh.

Fifty Orcs once marched to Blackrock Spire. Twenty-five of them stayed behind, the others climbed up. They found a cave, and confronted an enemy never fought by Orc or Man for what seems to be eternity. The Orcs barely had any chance, and they knew it. Yet they faced the enemy - they stood, they fought... and they fell. They demonstrated amazing feats of courage and skill in the battle, yet it seemed nothing can defeat the beings born of elements and magic alone.

Yet even the elementals or golems could be defeated, albeit only when Lady Luck intervenes in battle against them. And that she has - the Orcs, despite heavy causalities, have fought the threat back, and the remaining Golems retreated, led by the one who was given the mastery over them.

In the caves, now more or less visible, the Orcs, despite a sudden and unlikely victory, were in silence - they mourned the sixteen of their kind that would never charge into battle again.

"We must move on, warriors of the Frostwolf Clan!" - Mer'shorn, the Champion of the Frostwolves, broke the silence.

And then, the silence reclaimed the room for a short while, as the remaining Orcs got ready to march again.

Mer'shorn noticed that there were almost no injuries amongst his troop.

*One blow of a stone-creature's limb kills. These who fought them are either dead, either unscratched...* - he realized.

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The two men, one blonde, one brown haired, swords sheathed, and brown capes on their backs, stood in the small Orc-camp by the ancient woods that were defiled not long ago.

Arrius couldn't help but notice, for the third time, the gradual difference in architecture, at least as long as it comes to the campsites. The Humans had simple wool tents, while these Orcs had the strange structures they call wigwams or in some cases, lodges.

The young yet powerful Orc walked out of his wigwam, and sat on the ground

"Greetings," - Greh'tor seemingly mastered Azerothin a bit better then his servants... or rather his warriors, as he brought no servants, even if he had any.

"Greetings." - replied the other two men, as they sat down on the ground near them. At this point, Greh'tor switched to Northshirian - "I hope that your riders come soon, and that ours do so as well."

"We call them "knights"" - all apart from "knights" was sayed in Northshirian by Arrius.

"Name changes little" - spoke another, feminine Orc, whom the two wardens can only guess to be a she-Orc.

"Indeed it does not" - replied Greh'tor. The brief exchange of words between the two was on Haborothin, for at least one of the wardens to understand - unnecessary, since the two already understood what was meant.

"Yet why did you invite us?" - Cedric asked, and Arrius translated.

"I think we should explain more about each other's people and lands, for the sake of better coordination" - Greh'tor explained, and Arrius, already resigned to this fate, translated it to Lightbringer.

"Understandable" - Cedric nodded, as Greh'tor acknowledged yet another new word of this strange language which the Yiriks and the Humans spoke.

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As several shadows passed near the torches, Mer'shorn suddenly felt uneasy. He felt, almostas if someone was contacting him. Someone powerful. And a thought, foreign to Mer'shorn's mind, suddenly appeared there...

*Greetings Mer'shorn. *

*Who are you?*

*I am the leader in this world.*

*What are you?*

*I am a Guardian of Tirisfal.*

*I never heard of a Guardian of Tirisfal!* - Mer'shorn was getting confused at this strange conversation inside his mind.

*...*

*What is your name?*

*They call me "the Keeper of Secrets"*

*What do you want of me?*

*I want to talk with you.*

*But how did you contact me?*

*I could contact anyone. I want to meet with you, Mer'shorn*

*How do you know my name?!*

*I know much, whether secret or not, yet the knowledge I usually keep to myself.*

Mer'shorn did not know whether this was for real or not. He decided to talk to Durotan or Kigami about this.

*No! You will keep our "conversation" to yourself!* - the Keeper of Secrets commanded him - *We will meet when you return to Kigami's camp. Goodbye, and keep this secret, just as I will!*

And the contact was lost. Mer'shorn decided to obey, since after all, he will come back to the camp eventually... If he survives.

And nevertheless, the Frostwolf Orcs marched forward, following the light of the torches, some of them holding other torches taken from near the strange "window" where torches were not needed.

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Row of Orcs after another row, the heavily armored warriors of Bleeding Hollow marched forth. They always shown great discipline, and always obeyed orders almost unquestiongly, even before the bloodlust. Yet their leader, the wizened old veteran, Kilrogg Deadeye knew that something was just wrong about this deal. Something strange... True the Orcs gained amazing strength, but suddenly, the peaceful shamanistic culture was abandoned... The Draenei oppressors were destroyed, yet Gul'dan ruled with iron fist...

*Did we do the right thing when we drunk Mannoroth's blood? When we gained the amazing strength, and became unstoppable vessels of war... We forgot about our tradition, about our culture.*

The chieftain continued marching with his troops, but nevertheless, he still wondered - maybe Durotan was right when he warned Kilrogg, Kargath and Grom about the danger of having this amazing strength, this power of destruction, and the chaos magic.

The chieftain of Frostwolves himself then visited Kilrogg, hopping to persuade him to resist this sudden lust for blood and destruction.

"We are not worthy of this power, and neither is anyone worthy." - Durotan said back then - "Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Don't you see, Kilrogg? If we receive so much demonic and destructive power, our good side will degrade. While we will be able to destroy like no one before, we will be unable to create. True, we must know how to kill and destroy, but we must also know how to heal and create. We used to know it. Now, we are losing this balance of good and evil within us all."

Back then, Kilrogg laughed in his face. Now, he hoped he had listened back then. He noticed the insanity, the ecstasy of battle, the lust of blood that overtaken his people... And often, he wanted to just come to Gul'dan and ask him about it. To tell him that he wants his people to go back to normal. Or, if he disagrees, he would just impale the warlock, and hope that the corruption wears out. But no matter how he tried to make himself do so, he was just... unable to do anything about it.

*We now have this power, yet we have lost control of it, and of ourselves. Yet something still controls us. Something prevents us from attacking each other in blind fury. Something directs us. But what?*

And then the answer came.

*Gul'dan*

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