Hello everyone!
The Burning Legion has invaded azeroth once again and shamans are able to pick up 3 different
artifacts to empower them in this war.
For enhancement shamans it’s going to be the one and only Doomhammer, currently in
the possession of Thrall who got his ass handed to him at the broken shore.
He wasn’t the only one who felt the pain of the demons and the elders of the Earthen
Ring have called an emergency council near the heart of our world – the maelstrom.
The greatest shamans of the world are gathering there, but not even the Maelstrom is safe
from the Legion as Geth’xun and his troops show up to crash the meeting.
“I’ve got this one shaman, help the others” “Are you the so called world shaman?
HA you fight like a crippled pig!”
“You will die.
Your precious earthen ring will shatter.
Your world will succumb.
The legion will....ARGH” “The Doomhammer...”
We’re able to repel the attack, but the demon as well as the Doomhammer have fallen
into the Maelstrom, all the way down to the elemental of earth called Deepholm.
It would be wise to keep it from falling into the wrong hands so together with Thrall and
Mylra, we quickly go after it.
“The doomhammer fell somewhere below.
Hold on!
This part always gives me tummy the wubblies!”
Enter deepholm cinematic, in case you forgot this was deepholm.
Looks pretty though
“The doomhammer could be anywhere.
We’ll have to split up.
I will speak with the shaman at the Temple of Earth.”
“I’ll see if the Earthen at Stonehearth saw anything.”
“Shaman, you must seek out the Stonemother.
But be cautious – she is quick to anger.”
“You overreact, Terrath.
Answers will come.
Ah, a mortal approaches.
Whenever there is trouble, the flesh is not far away, hm?”
She doesn’t seem that angry and although she hasn’t the our missing artifact, she
does know where to start and in the process we can help her out with cleaning up the mess
that fell into Deepholm.
The stone troggs witnessed everything that fell from the sky and are not running amok
at the Pale Roost ever since the green fire landed in their home.
We must slay them and maybe get one of them to talk, while also saving some of the stone
drakes that the troggs are trying to subdue.
Aeosera, the stronedrake brood mother refuses to abandon her eggs even in the midst of a
trogg attack so we need to tranport her eggs to the safety of the earthmothers generous
bosom.
While we do that we got some time to kill so let’s talk about the history of one of
azeroth’s most famous weapons.
Forged in elemental lava on the orc homeworld of Draenor, this massive hammer is connected
deeply with the elements, and its true power is only awakened in the hands of those who
can speak to the elements in kind.
The Doomhammer's origins have been traced to the ogre empire's rise to power on Draenor,
and to an orc named Gelnar.
It is said that Gelnar, faced with the problem of preventing the orcs from being enslaved
by the ogres, wandered alone in contemplation for days upon days.
When a mighty storm forced him to take shelter in a Gorgrond steam cavern, Gelnar experienced
fever-induced visions.
Pledging his body and spirit to the elements, he submerged himself in a pool of lava and
was miraculously unharmed.
According to legend, the head of the Doomhammer was coaxed forth from the heart of Draenor
itself.
When Gelnar later crafted an oaken handle, the forming of the Doomhammer was complete.
When Gelnar’s clan faced an army of ogre invaders, he raised the Doomhammer to the
sky, and it spoke in fire and lightning.
Thunder rolled through the blackened clouds above, shaking the very ground beneath their
feet.
Draenor boomed with all its fury.
Rain anointed them with the elements' blessing, and as Gelnar rushed toward the enemy, they
knew that somehow their clan would survive.
Emboldened and with a fierce war cry upon their lips, they charged forward to meet their
fate.
There is also a long-standing prophecy associated with the Doomhammer: ""The last of the Doomhammer
line will use it to bring first salvation and then doom to the orc people.
Then it will pass into the hands of one who is not of the Blackrock clan; all will change
again, and it will once again be used in the cause of justice.""
For generations, the Doomhammer was passed from father to eldest son upon the father's
death.
The chain was temporarily broken when a young Orgrim Doomhammer took the weapon to the lava
pool where it had been created.
There, he attempted to negate the prophecy associated with it, while retaining the hammer's
power.
He feared that he would be the last of their line, the one to bring doom to their people.
The elements were not happy with his actions and the pool reclaimed the weapon from Orgrim.
It remained in the lava until an orc chieftain, clearing his mind of pride and dreams of glory,
reached in and took the Doomhammer in his grasp.
Though the lava left him permanently scarred, the chieftain did not die.
From that day forward, that chieftain would be known as Blackhand and he used the Doomhammer
to forge weapons and help fight off an invading ogre army.
When the battle was complete, Blackhand returned the weapon to Orgrim, since the spirits had
only permitted Blackhand to wield the weapon for one battle.
They said that this was not the day of prophecy and the Doomhammer still belonged to Orgrim,
who would carry it until his death.
When the Orcs invaded Azeroth, throughout the First War between orcs and humans, Orgrim
Doomhammer crushed enemies with the weapon of his namesake, blazing a path of destruction
through one settlement after another.
As the war drew to a close, Orgrim used the Doomhammer to kill his commander, Blackhand,
since he had figured out that Blackhand was just a puppet of Gul’dan and Gul’dan corruption
could no longer be allowed to spread through the Horde.
Orgrim still wanted to claim Azeroth for his people, they still needed a world to live
on, but he would bring honor back to the horde and to do this, he took Blackhand’s life
and claimed the title of warchief.
Doomhammer in hand, Orgrim led the charge against the human capital of Stormwind, sacking
it and winning a decisive victory for the orcs.
They pushed the humans back, claimed plenty of land on Azeroth but during the siege at
Lordaeron, things took a turn for the worst and now it was the orcs who were pushed back
all the way to the Blackrock Mountain.
General Turalyon watched as his Lord Anduin Lothar battled with Orgrim Doomhammer.
""I drove my way through friend and foe alike in an effort to reach the two combatants.
A massive blow from Orgrim crumpled Lothar's shield, but our leader answered with a fierce
strike of his own, nearly rending the orc commander's breastplate.
Orgrim tore his armor free even as Lothar discarded his shield.
The two re-engaged, trading vicious blows.
Punishment and pain were dealt and endured.
Orgrim punched, forcing Lord Lothar back; the orc followed with an overhead swing that
our leader attempted to block, but before my horrified eyes, the massive hammer clove
through the mighty blade of Stormwind, smashing down into the helm of our beloved commander.
With his broken blade and his final breath, Lord Lothar opened a gash across the chest
of Orgrim.
Then, the Lion of Azeroth fell, his life's essence draining out onto the battlefield.
Orgrim expected the Alliance to crumble without their leader, but the exact opposite happened.
Turalyon picked up where his former commander left off.
He connected to the Light, avenged Lothar and brought the horde to their knees.
Orgrim was not killed, instead he was imprisoned from which he was able to escape and
in the aftermath of the Second War, Orgrim Doomhammer went into hiding.
It was his desire to liberate his fellow orcs from human internment camps, but he needed
a strong ally.
He would find that comrade in an orc raised by humans, namelyThrall.
Upon first meeting the hooded Orgrim, Thrall was unaware of the stranger's identity.
When Thrall challenged him to a fight at the camp of the Frostwolves, the former chieftain
accepted.
Thrall quickly proved his mettle, trading blows with the armored combatant, grappling
with him, and at one point, successfully wrenching the Doomhammer from the other orc's grasp.
By the end of the bout, Orgrim was so pleased with his opponent's tenacity that he named
Thrall his second-in-command.
Together they worked on re-uniting the orcs, liberating their people from the internment
camps until Thrall was forced to watch the legendary orc die.
""I was outraged!
Orgrim lay there, dying, attacked from behind.
The lance haft still protruded from his back.
This was a cowardly act!
""I knelt beside him.
'My lord,' was all I could manage to say.
""My mentor then told me that I must carry on, that he had led the Horde once but it
was not his destiny to do so again.
At last he said, 'Yours is the title of warchief, Thrall, son of D-Durotan.
You will wear my armor and carry my hammer.'""
The last of the Doomhammer line will use it to bring first salvation, Orgrim taking the
charge of the horde and then doom to the orc people, his decisions that lead to their defeat
and imprisonment.
Then it will pass into the hands of one who is not of the Blackrock clan, thrall of the
frostwolf clan, all will change again, and it will once again be used in the cause of
justice.""
When a dying Orgrim Doomhammer bequeathed his armor and hammer to Thrall, the young
orc felt that he was unworthy of such an honor.
Orgrim told Thrall that there was no one breathing who was worthier.
You will lead them... to victory... and you will lead them... to peace.""
Orgrim expired in Thrall's arms.
To show that the orcs were not without a leader, he took on the old warrior's armor.
Once the plate mail was secured, Thrall bent down and picked up the Doomhammer--passed
on not from father to son, but from mentor to student.
Over many years, the appearance of the Doomhammer has changed, based on alterations made by
its owners.
In the possession of Thrall, a Frostwolf symbol was added to the head of the hammer to honor
his ancestral clan.
The newly modified Doomhammer quickly became an icon of strength and justice.
Most importantly, though, it served as a symbol of hope for all orcs.
Long ago, before Orgrim passed the Doomhammer to Thrall, he confided that although the weapon
had once brought him closer to the elements, over time it had become a dead weight in his
hands.
Through the years, Thrall wielded the Doomhammer with honor and integrity, but after his execution
of the former warchief Garrosh Hellscream, Thrall felt conflicted.
This internal struggle was reflected in the Doomhammer as well.
In Thrall's mind, the weapon that had embodied the ideals of justice and virtue had now come
to represent vengeance.
It’s up for debate what the difference is
between for example using it to take down garrosh or taking down any other threat to
the world, but regardless, Thrall feels conflicted, history repeated itself as the Doomhammer
had once again become a ""dead weight."" That’s why he was having so much trouble using it
on the broken isles and against Geth’xun, but hey...perhaps we’ll be a better owner
as we’ve finished quests and return to the stonemother.
“Here comes my new favorite fleshling.
You are a true friend of the stonemother, shaman.”
I honestly have no idea what Thrall was talking about, she’s being an absolute delight and
better yet, even Aeosera is very pleased with us.
The stone drakes will help us and the troggs dropped the information that they saw where
the hammer fell and those cowards more then likely told the Legion where to find it.
The leader of the strone troggs, Borlock, will tell us the same as we fly out with the
stonemother, attack his troggs and beat the crap out of him.
With his final breath he mentions that the Doomhammer is within the Crumbling Depths
but we’re probably far too late.
The Legion has quite the head start and probably has the weapon by now.
“Ah, my hero returns!”
“The shaman at the Temple of Earth know nothing.”
“Stonehearth is missing some prospectors, but they don’t have any ideas.”
If we hurry, we can follow the demon Geth’xun and retrieve the hammer before any more of
this realm is corrupted.
Therazane is kind enough to open a portal directly to the Crumbling Depths.
“Go now, retrieve your weapon and slay the demon filth that seek it.”
“Clean up your mess, flesh-children, and stop throwing your garbage down into my realm!”
“The Doomhammer is somewhere in these chambers.
I can feel it.”
“Here!
That demon must’ve crawled this way.
There’s fel blood splattered on the stones.”
“Scout the chambers ahead...I will stay nearby...”
In the tunnels we find one of the stonehearth prospectors that Mylra mentioned, his entrails
- which looks like sand and pebbles – are
spilled all over the floor.
“Imps!
Geth’xun must be summoning these little buggers.”
“Watch yourself!
More imps!”
“Thrall, that demon is still alive down here.”
“Al the more reason to get to the Doomhammer first.
Doomhammer...it felt like dead weight in my hands.
The elements were silent.
It has been this way since I used it to slay Garrosh.”
“Keep your eyes on Thrall.
He’s wounded.
He’s likely to kill himself down here, and I don’t wanna be the one who has to tell
his wife!”
Massive corrupted Gyreworm pops in
“Watch it!
That thing’s corrupted by the fel.
Kill it!”
“I remember the night Orgrim fell, run through by a knight’s lance during the liberation
of the last orc interment camp.
As he bled out onto the fields of Arathi, he bestowed the Doomhammer to me.”
“The doom hammer is not merely a weapon.
It is a symbol.
A symbol of hope, of power....Proof that an individual can change the world.”
Defeat Gyreworm
“We’ve got to keep moving.
Geth’xun is close...”
Geth’xun tries to pick up Doomhammer cinematic: “Look there he is!”
“Bah, what is this sorcery?”
Ha ha you can’t have it!
“This hammer....I must claim it for my masters....”
“Shaman, we can’t let that weapon fall to the wrong hands.
I’ll distract him.
You grab the Doomhammer.
No time to argue!
Go!”
“Ey!
You there!
Me bird craps scarier demons than you!”
“Oh, aye, COME GET SOME!”
“The Doomhammer!
Get the Doomhammer!
Prove your power as a shaman...”
ZAP, mine now.
I HAVE THE POWERRRRRRRRRRRRR
“You got it!
OOF!”
“Pathetic puny shaman!
That hammer did little to help its last master.
I will bringdown this whole cavern!
I will corrupt your sorry world from within.”
“The whole of Azeroth will rise against you, demon.
The very earth beneath your feet and the skies above your head will lash out against your
damned crusade!”
Fel SPikes, Geth’xun smash, Defeat Geth’xun
“...There are others...we are...Legion....”
“I think I’m done, shaman....It’s the end of the tunnel for me...”
Lol no it’s not, be healed!
“Thank ye...”
“The Doomhammer chose you, shaman.
Already you wield it with a power that I never tapped into.
I must go my own way.
I have a great deal of thinking to do.
Aggra will be at the Maelstrom shortly.
Listen to her counsel...she has taught me so much.
Go back to the Earthen Ring.
Bring them together.
Turn their might against the Legion.
This is your time.”
Our connection to the elements allows us to tap into power that not even the world shaman
thrall was able to tap into.
That’s how good we are and with the Doomhammer in our hands, we can reign justice all over
the demonic forces as we adventure through the broken isles.
We also have the earthen ring that are in need of a leader and the powers of the elemental
lords are needed if we wish to have any hope for the future.
However, those are a story for another time so for now thank you very much for watching
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