Origins
Night Elf
For centuries, the war between the newly-evolved Trolls and the Aqir raged, with Troll victories far and few between. The Zul'Aman Forests and Gurubashi Jungles were consumed in the mad quest of the Aqir. The Dark Trolls, who had made their way west, were forced back to their brethren, and soon became the most powerful warriors. Little of their ancestry remained, as they fought battle after battle against the western menace, against the lord of their creator.
The great Dark Troll Warlord insisted upon the Emperors that his lands be retaken. "Me people jus' wanna get dere homes back, Mon. Dose damn bugs kill me people, an' tey want revenge. Gimme two squads an dis war be o'er Mon!" Neither Emperor could spare any warrior, however, and so the Warlord made his choice that night.
"Hey, Dark Trolls! We be taken back our land now, without teh Empire helpin us! Teh westlands will be Dark Troll lands agan! Who wit me?" The many Dark Trolls erupted in a loud cheer at this rousing speech. "Hey Mon, shut up! We be tryin' to get sum sleep for de war. Damned Darks" shouted back a tired Forest Troll. He and his kind would not see another Dark Troll for several hundred years, and their descendants would be unrecognizable.
In the dead of the night, the Dark Trolls left for one last massive assault upon the Aqir. The Dark Troll Warlord and his kin had long since chosen to end the war or die trying, for their life near the interior had changed them slightly. None of them noticed it, of course, for they were still Trolls; however, the group was slowly beginning to split into three obvious factions. Two existed relatively peacefully upon their journey towards the final battle, but one-third of the group left, unable to stand the new thoughts in their minds, forced upon them by the Well.
The warriors prepared for a long and bloody conflict, upon the shores of a great lake which shone with an unimaginable light. While they awaited the battle which would never happen, a voice left the lake during the day. It told them of the only five gods the world had known, and how the gentlest held the Dark Trolls in her favour. The Lady of Darkness told them of how the Aqir would no longer bother her special followers, just as long as they would accept her gifts of wisdom and beauty.
Immediately, the leaders of the two factions rose up. Led by the female, the wiser of the groups took up the offer immediately. The smaller faction, they were granted with greater wisdom than they had ever experienced. The great Warlord, however, was less easily convinced.
"Lis'en, big spir't lady, we wanna take back our homes, ya dig, Mon? We ain't be need'n no gif's from you. Us'n be fine witout you!" The female leader frowned at the impudence of the male, and nudged into place a younger male of the same group. "He be not thinkin' same as you be, Stormrage. He be called…" she hesitated; among the Trolls, potential leaders had to hold a name. The current Warlord held a name symbolizing the ferocity of the storm; no name could be greater. The voice conferred upon her, and spoke of the most magnificent of birds.
"He be called Ravencrest, for teh spirit lady. She likes dem birds, Mon. So do I, Mon," she said, with incredible danger seeming to lurk just behind her eyes. Stormrage backed down to her and her champion, though she held no name, and his already submitted to the Lady of Darkness. He backed down only because of the look into her mind he experienced. And he knew one thing for sure…
The moon would set upon the damned female, who the Spirit had already named Azshara, meaning Daughter of Darkness.
AN: People (iwasnthere) apparently didn't like the Murloc- Troll- Night Elf evolutionary line I've been working on since the beginning (and was one of the key reasons for this story), and I am slightly insulted. Hints were present in the Murloc and Aqir chapters. Aside from that, this story is how the races were born in their entirety, and how they became what we know them as now (Trolls, of course, have scarcely changed their culture in 16,000 years). There was also a mention of a lush and complicated history, which only makes my job of filling in the gaps and making up a whole new story all the more complicated. My goal is to turn your view of the Warcraft Races upside-down, shake it until it fizzes like a bottle of soda, then throw it out the window (your ideas, not the pop), thus leaving room open to new possibilities. If I ever run out of races, I hope to make a chapter showing the new concepts of each chapter, and to put the chapters in chronological order, for easier reading. For now, it is very important you review with requests, and keep an open mind.