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Origins
Troll
Of all the Murlocs, the greatest were those who went deep into the mainland. Neptulon commanded many Murloc tribes to serve the Sea Giants, but allowed four tribes to make their way towards the Well of Eternity, where they could be the creatures of the Sea who had conquered the Land.
As they neared the Well, however, Neptulon was forced to watch as they began to lose touch with their Old God heritage. Made as simple-minded creatures, the Murlocs began to think beyond their purpose. The Mainland Murloc Tribes, originally nomadic, settled quickly in the eastern world. Meant to destroy, they began to build.
Culture began to exist among these primitive creatures, as they ceased to fear the storm, and instead revere it. They knew the world around them was alive, and that they were tied to it. Their flesh was sacred, for the waters which had spawned them allowed them to heal any wound upon contact. They soon became better adapted to the land, able to walk and run, without using their front legs for support, for hours at a time.
They remained intent upon their close link to the water, until the empire of the Mainland Murlocs grew too large to stay as one. Despite the multi-cultural centre that was the Empire, some of the Murloc tribes were becoming anxious. One tribe in particular wished to move westward, while another wanted to stay in the south-eastern lands they held. Disgust, a new feeling for the Murlocs, spread among one of the tribes, who claimed the land they settled in as their own. Reluctantly, the other tribes obliged.
To Neptulon's horror, his greatest creation was slowly becoming a race, the likes of which had not been seen since before the Great Conquest, before the Titans. They worshiped his wrath, but would not destroy the land they now lived upon. They, those low-slung walking creatures, could no longer swim to the extent of their ancestors. The seas within themselves were all which were needed to restore their bodies…
And their large teeth were not a trait of the water. Neptulon unleashed a furious storm of water when he understood at last that the Well was far more powerful than he could have ever imagined. And so he reached for his master, the Old God C'Thun, whose body had fallen in Darkshore, so that he might undo his loyal servant's mistake…