//------------------------------// // The Path I Follow // Story: Rohh Fireclaw: Monk of Equestria // by Eagle Heart //------------------------------// Six months later. I had regained control, finally. It was worse than death, watching yourself kill innocents, brutally murder animals, but you could do nothing about it. Though, through sheer willpower, I broke free from the Worgen curse, and I regained control of myself. I'm still learning how to change in and out of human form, I am able to do it, but it is tiring. My master had not yet returned from Stormwind, something tells me he wont ever come back to Gilneas. So I believe my time here is also over. I am currently walking on my way to Keel Harbor. I am going to steal a boat and sail to Stormwind. I arrived in town in my human form, I had made myself a cloak from animal pelts to conceal my identity. I spotted a boat, occupied by two guards, simple enough. I walk over to the boat and they tell me I cannot board. I ignore them and walk on board anyway. They both pull out their swords and approach me, ordering me to get off the boat. I simply stand there with my head in the shadows. One swings their sword down and I shuffle to the side grabbing the man's wrist and pushing, causing the blade to go into the other guard's leg. I then smash the guard on the head and push him off the boat. I grab the other and push him off too. I get the boat prepared to sail and notice more guards from the town running to my boat. I quickly untie the rope connecting it to the dock and leave before the guards could get there. I wave goodbye to Gilneas as I sail farther and farther away. Thus starts the long journey south, on the ocean, for a long time... Two weeks later. I had arrived in Stormwind, the human capital of Azeroth. At the docs I left my boat and rubbed my stomach as it growled, nearly starving from the lack of food, luckily a bunch of freshwater was stored on the boat so I had something to drink. I walked through the docs, admiring how much better the weather was here, it was almost always sunny. I had entered the city and after a while of searching, I found some work, mercenary work. Now I'm not one for killing, so i'll get the job done with my own methods. 5 years later. Well, this is bad...I'm stuck in the Burning Steppes surrounded by bandit's The mission had gone all wrong my comrade had decided to alert the bandits of our presence and now he is dead. No where to go but the cave behind me. I ran. I entered the dark cave, only to find that the entrance had caved in. I walked further inside since there was nothing else to do. I then saw a bright light. I eventually reached what appears to be a large tomb. In the middle was a bright glowing stone, almost like the sun but smaller. It irradiates light energy. I walk closer and my Wolf Sense begins to throb in my head, causing me to fall to the ground, the throbbing would hurt and I held my head. A spirit appears in front of me and explains to me about this artifact. It is called, the Iraenaean Stone. It is made from an extinct metal that has not been on Azeroth for over twelve thousand years. It has unlimited energy, only limited by imagination. The spirit explained to me how I was chosen to be its first guardian. I had no choice, it was either this or death. The spirit told me only to use it when necessary, I nodded and it bid me farewell. I walked over and grabbed the stone, immediately it began to connect with me, energy flowing through my body, my eyes turning a bright yellow. It made its connection with me, I could feel the power...so much temptation...but, I had to resist, and I did. I walked back to where the cave entrance caved in at and used the energy to blast it open. I stopped glowing as I put the stone away. The bandits had been killed by the blast and I had to return to Stormwind and report my progress. 536 years in the future. March 6th The stone had made me unable to physically age. My body is stuck at the age of 28, but my body is that of a 68 year old man. My mind is that of my age, 564. I am said to be one of the wisest men on Azeroth, but each man has their own unique wisdom. I've had many accomplishments in this life. My dead master Harold Reyton came back with unholy powers beyond imagining. I helped Tyrion Fordring kill the Lich King. I was busy on Draenor during the great cataclysm. I had stopped Sargeras from destroying Azeroth by taking his sword Gorribal and killing him. Cassidy Blackheart otherwise known as 'The Master' enjoyed torturing people and made Azeroth his play thing. Luckily, my only fear was one he could not exploit. The fear of me being the cause of an innocent person's death. I had learned to control my Worgen form to the point of changing body parts in and out, effortlessly and painlessly. I used a trick on Hallows End one time and changed my voice to sound like a Worgen, I scared at least 7 children all at once, it was funny. I had been talking to a friend of mine, his name of Alistair. He was a master mage in arcane portals and was always wanting to experiment. So today I decided to let him actually test an idea. I met him on the South side of Stormwind in the Mage Quarter. Where the mages often practice their magic. Alistair had me stand in a strange arcane circle and allow him to do his magic, if this works, he will have transported me to the Exodar, the city of the Draenei. Draenei are described as being all or overall blue (with the exception of Velen who is described as having white skin later in his life). Draenei males have tendrils coming out of their chin and a fan-like forehead plate which rises and overlaps other forehead plates behind it. Male Draenei have large tails which are held erect by developed muscle structure. The female of the species exhibits marked differences: rather than the forehead plates featured on the male, they have vaguely horn-shaped cranial extensions that extend over the upper cranium and end on either side of the crown. Female cranial tendrils sprout behind the ear and are typically long enough to reach the shoulders. Their tendrils are thinner than the male's. Female draenei tails are shorter and have a lower muscle density. In both genders, the hooves are relatively large, in contrast to the more compacted hooves of their demonic counterparts. He began to cast his spell, his hands glowing a bright magenta and he would be waving them around, trying to focus. The circle around me begins to glow. I move my foot to the side, disrupting the circle, unintentionally. But, we both don't notice. He finishes the spell and I disappear, the spell would finish but Alistair notices the disruption. "Uh oh..."