Hello everyone!
Last week we left the story with Thrall saying good bye to Taretha.
Finding his destiny in the big world of azeroth while she herself was forced to stay behind
in Durnholde.
Stay behind and continue her life as a slave.
With a map, his most precious belongings and provisions provided by Tari, Thrall set out
but was quickly captured again.
again he escaped but he was forced to leave behind some of his stuff, amongst them the
letters he and Tari had written eachother over the years.
They ended up in Blackmoore’s hands.
He now knew that the vile bitch had betrayed him.
Over time he had come to believe that he loved her, not enough to make her his proper wife,
but loved enough for this betrayel to really, really hurt.
He didn’t immediately use this information though.
He waited and pretended nothing was wrong.
Her days as a slave seemed endless while Thrall’s journey had him meet up with Grommash Hellscream
and the Warsong Clan.
Drek’thar and the Frostwolves, the clan of his parents.
The old shaman showed thrall the way of the elements so that he too could ask for their
aid.
Even Orgrim Doomhammer made contact with thrall and was impressed, inspired by the young orc.
Together they made their plans to liberate the rest of their people from their interment
camps.
One by one the camps fell and more of the orcs joined their ranks.
Doomhammer was slain during one of the liberations, passing on his mighty doomhammer, as well
as his armor and title of warchief to thrall.
The former slave decided that it was time to set their eyes on Durnholde.
If they could bring down the place that oversaw the other camps, then all of his people would
be free.
Meanwhile time with blackmoore had only gotten worse.
He saw betrayers in all corners becoming quite paranoid, fed by the knowledge that one so
close to him had betrayed him.
He held her close at night less she suspect he knew ; enjoyed her physically, perhaps
with more roughness than usual; spoke fairly to her.
And yet sometimes when she slept, the pain and anger were so overwhelming that he crawled
out of the bed they shared and drank himself into a stupor.
Taretha had learned to no longer hide her bruises.
She would not hide what was not her own shame.
For the sake of her family, she had to submit to him.
But she would not aid in hiding the wrongs he had done.
Blackmoore drinking more wasn’t all bad either.
More than once she had arrived at this bedchamber and entered quietly, to find the master of
durnholde asleep on the floor, chair or bed, a bottle somewhere nearby.
On those nights, taretha foxton breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and slept
alone in her own small room.
She did desperatly miss writing to thrall and hearing his kind, wise replies.
One day as she usually did, she checked the tree where she had told thrall to hide the
necklace and her heart nearly stopped.
It was there, thrall was near.
They had all heard of his exploits of course and that night she pretended to be sick from
dinner.
Her parents were worried that she might have gotten pregnant.
Though everyone knew she had become blackmoore’s mistress, nobody really talked about it, but
all that just worked in her favor.
She waited for Blackmoore to drink enough and fall into a deep slumber.
Quietly she located the key to his secret escape tunnel.
While the lord of Durnholde snored loudly, she overcame her fear of the dark and ventured
through the escape tunnel.
Again she takes a massive risk for the sake of thrall and on the other end she hugs her
brother again.
This time he has no real need for the food or bandages she had brought with, nor had
he come alone.
He signaled his scouts.
She seemed surprised and for a brief moment, fear flitted across her face.
He didn’t suppose he could blame her; the two outriders were doing everything they could
to appear menacing.
FInally though she smiled and strode up to them.
“If you are friends of thrall, then we are friends also, she said extending her hands.
One of them snorted in contempt and batted her hand away, not hard enough to hurt her,
but enough to throw her slightly off balance.
“Warchief, you ask too much of us! one of them snapped.
“We will spare the females and their young as you command, but we will not – “Yet
you will thrall replied.
his is the female that risked her life to free me from the man who owned both of us.
She is risking her life again to come to our aid now.
Tarethe can be trusted.
She is different.
He turned to regard her fondly.
She is special.
The scout continued to glare but looked less certain of their prejudgment.
They exchanged glances, then each took taretha’s hands in turn.
Taretha was special and saw the orcs differently then most of her kind.
To her, they weren’t a threat anymore.
Couldnt they understand that with education and a little bit of respect, they could be
valuable allies and not enemies?
She thought of all the money and time being poured into the internment camps, of how foolish
and small minded it all seemed.
Thrall lets her know that they’re planning their attack on Durnholde.
They’ll try to talk to blackmoore, try to go for peace, but they both know the man blackmoore
really is.
He won’t surrender and she, despite thrall asking her too, can’t really leave.
Her absence might alert them to the coming attack and her family is still in Durnholde.
Her place, as it always has been, is in Durnholde.
“You are courageous, said one of the scouts speaking up unexpectedly.
You risk your personal safety to give us our opportunity to free our people.
Our warchief did not lie.
Some humans, it would seem, do understand honor.
And the orc bowed.
When she finally makes her way back, she runs right into Blackmoore and his guards, her
master stonecold sober.
Aedelas had known about her, had even made sure that the other side of the tunnel was
open.
A spy had followed her, seen the meeting and now they knew.
Tari didnt want to talk at first, but once she learned that she had been followed, she
made sure to tell blackmoore that thrall wanted peace.
Peace with an orc, what kind of human surrenders to an orc...
A pissed off Blackmoore was left with Tari and curses were heard even hand striking flesh.
The next day thrall and his army, a small 2000 orcs vs 400 ish in durnholde made ready
for war.
Blackmoore is absolutely wasted at this point, drunker then theyd ever seen him be while
still being able to stand.
The warchief of the horde comes with the flag of truce, true to his word, he tries to go
for peace.
Custom disctates that they’d talk with one another, this would even work in durnholdes
favor as they were waiting for reinforcements, but Blackmoore had other ideas in mind...
Whyd you do it thrall? he cried brokenly.
I gave you everything!
You and me, we’d have led those greenskins of yours against the alliance and had all
the food and wine and gold we could want!
Thrall didn’t waste the opportunity.
Do you hear that men of durnholde! he bellowed.
Your lord and master would betray all of you!
Rise up against him, take him away, yield to us, and at the end of the day you will
still have your lives and your fortress!
But there was no sudden stirring of rebellion, and thrall supposed he couldn’t blame them.
I ask you once more, blackmoore.
Negotiate, or die.
Blackmoore stood up to his full height.
Thrall now saw that he held something in his right hand.
It was a sack.Here’s my answer thrall!
He reached into the sack and pulled something out.
Thrall couldnt see what it was, but he saw sergeant and langston recoil.
Then the object came hurtling toward him and struc the ground, rolling to a stop at thrall’s
feet.
Taretha’s blue eyes stared sightlessly up at him from her severed head.
That’s what I do with traitors! screamed blackmoore, dancing madly on the walkway.
That’s what we do with people we love who betray us... who take everything and give
nothing...who sympathize with double-damned orcs!
Thrall didn’t hear him.
Thunder was rolling in his ears.
His knees went weak and he fell to the earth.
Gorge rose in his throat and his vision swam.
It couldn’t be.
Not Tari.
Surely not even blackmoore could do such an abominable thing to an innocent.
But blessed unconsciousness would not come.
He remained stubbornly awake, staring at long blond hair, blue eyes, and a bloody severed
neck.
Then the horrible image blurred.
Wetness poured down his face.
His chest heaving with agony, thrall recalled tari’s word to him, so long ago; These are
called tears.
They come when we are so sad, so soul sick, it’s as if our hearts are so full of pain
there’s no place else for it to go.
But there was a place for the pain to go.
Into action, into revenge.
Red flooded thrall’s vision now, and he threw back his head and screamed with rage
such as he had never before experienced.
The cry burned his throat with its raw fury.
The sky boiled.
Dozens of lightning strikes split the clouds, dazzling the eye for a moment.
The furious peals of crashing thunder that followed nearly deafened the men at the fortress.
Many of them dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, gibbering terror at the celestial
display of fury that so clearly echoed the wrenching pain of the orc leader.
Blackmoore laughed, obviously mistaking thrall’s rage for helpless grief.
When the last peals of thunder died down, he yelled, they said you couldn’t be broken!
Well, I broke you, Thrall.
I broke you!
Thrall’s cry died away and he stared at blackmoore.
Even across this distance, he could see the blood drain form blackmoore’s face as his
enemy now, finally, began to understand what he had roused with his brutal murder.
Thrall had come hoping to end this peacefully.
Blackmoore’s actions had destroyed that chance utterly.
Blackmoore would not live to see another sunrise, and his keep would shatter like fragile glass
before the orcish attack.
Thrall...
It was Hellscream.
uncertain as to thrall’s state of mind.
Thrall, his chest still raw with grief and tears still streaming down his broad green
face, impaled him with his glance.
Mingled sympathy and approval showed in hellscream’s expression.
Slowly, harnessing his powerful self-control, thrall raised the great warhammer.
He began to stamp his feet, one right after the other, in a powerful, steady rhythm.
The others joined him at once, and very faintly, the earth trembled.
Blackmoore was severely drunk when he gave the order to execute his beloved Taretha.
The effects on thrall are clear to see and Durnholde is brought low.
The final duel between former slave and former master ends with thrall victorious and his
people liberated.
The concept of mercy allowed the warchief to spare Sergeant and his men.
The women and children, the innocents were free to go.
Grommash was asked to give Tari’s necklace to her parents while Thrall finally knew his
destiny, knew deep in his bones who he was.
Thrall, son of Durotan warchief of the horde.
He had come home and Taretha had helped him get there.
One human was able to see him with clear eyes and saw more then the monster the others believed
him to be.
Despite her own struggles, she was a light for him in the darkness and risked everything,
gave everything so thrall and the rest of the Horde could live out their lives.
Her actions showed him that there was more then cruelty to the humans.
This in turn allowed him to be open to the idea of working together with Jaina Proudmoore.
Another human that reminded him a lot of Tari and together they did amazing things.
A big part of the reason why Thrall was open to the idea of peace between the alliance
and the horde was because of the kindness shown to him by none other then Taretha Foxton.
And of course Thrall’s journey would not end with him as just the warchief.
He would go on to discover his birthname, Go’el, and become the savior of Azeroth
during the cataclysm.
That’s when we saw the dragon aspects unite with him against Deathwing and the old gods
plans.
This didn’t happen over night of course, a novel called twilight of the aspects describes
his journey with the aspects, helping each of them with their own problems.
It’s quite a big story, but while helping out Nozdormu, thrall ends up in an alternate
timeline, one in which he died as an infant.
That meant that Blackmoore could not rely on his pet orc for his plans.
He had to do it himself so his strategic clever mind won the battle against alcohol and he
was quite succesfull in overthrowing the alliance.
Even Orgrim Doomhammer fell to Blackmoore’s skills while Taretha was still his mistress.
Well, maybe even less then that.
He still took her to bed, but since her parents never saved thrall, they were never bestowed
the riches that our taretha had.
She was never tought how to read or write, the books that meant so much to ours were
alien to this version.
With her parents now dead, nothing bound her to Durnholde and in this reality she was a
bounty hunter, hunting down orcs dead or alive so she could sell them.
Go’el was able to convince her that he was from another time by showing her the necklace
our Taretha had given him.
It had somehow moved from where we last read about it, given to her parents, into the possession
of a girl named Elysa.
She too was made a mistress to a Aliden Perenolde, leader of the Syndicate.
Heroes were asked to retrieve the necklace that meant so much to their warchief and bring
it back to Thrall.
Now it convinced this alternate Taretha that what he told her was the truth.
She asked him “Did I make a difference?”
It was because of your kindness that i was able to understand that some humans could
be trusted – and that’s why i was willing even to consider allying with jaina proudmoore.
It was because of you that i believed i was more than a green skinned monster.
That i and therefore my people – all orcs – were worthy of something more than being
treated like animals.
Taretha, my dear friend.
My sister of the spirit.
You didn’t make a difference.
You made THE difference.
And there you have it, the story of Taretha Foxton.
Perhaps not a well known hero like some of the others, but still played a crucial rol
in the story.
Once again a big thank you to Letomi for bringing Taretha to life.
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