World of Warcraft Community Magazine Issue 7 | Page 37
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The room was lit not by torches,
“The Black Dragonflight has
yipping whelps tore him apart
but by the molten earth the
been dying for centuries. Now,
slowly, scorched him with feeble
likes of which Forresten had
thanks to our father, thanks to the
flames, bit and twisted and
seen in Ironforge. They must
mighty Deathwing, the Aspect of
played with their meal for sport.
be deep within the earth.
Death, we can thrive again. We
Forresten felt his gorge rise.
Everywhere there were great
have a safe place for the brood.
round shapes, covered with
The Seven Kingdoms of Man shall
called the Aspect of Death. “Then
dried filth. With horror, Forresten
be reborn as the greatest lair in
bind the Dragon Soul to him.
saw them for what they were.
the history of all dragonflights.
Only one without dragon-blood
Eggs.
An endless stream of slaves,
may wield it. He will serve us
“We all must make sacrifices
of food, of blood for the most
till all the flights but our own
perfect beings on Azeroth.”
are dead. Then, and only then,
for our race,” said Katrana. She
gripped her ‘brother-husbands’
She made a gesture, and the
hand. Forresten thought
slave was thrown screaming
he could spy an impossible
room. The man shrieked as little
will he be allowed to die.”
Forresten screamed.
into a pit at the centre of the
tear in her reptilian eyes.
“Take his eyes,” said the one
Kairoz shuddered. Even without
demons and Orcs, the kingdoms of
men would fall to the depredations
of beings far greater in malice
and strength than their feeble
frames would allow. Divided by
their own petty squabbles and
fears, the Black Dragonflight
would make short work of the
Eastern Kingdoms. This timeline
was doomed. A lesson had been
learned: it was the Horde that gave
strength to these petty kingdoms;
the Horde that bound them into the
Grand Alliance; the Horde that had
given them purpose, and the power
to throw back the demonic tide.
And it would be to the Horde that
Kairoz would turn once more. ■
By Luke Grimish
The GameOn Magazine