Reckoning? ...Betrayal

*From the writings of Dakore, Shaman of the Horde*

I swear that Northrend's foundations are built upon betrayal. Drakuru, the incident at the Wrath Gate, and now this.

I am such a fool. I should have seen through the illusions, the lies, and I would have known that the wench, Lok'lira, was really Loken in disguise. All of his plans and my own involvement, as it seems, was to draw Thorim out of hiding and allow him to be delivered into the hands of Loken and his dark master. All I could do was watch as that power reached out and took the Stormlord away, and all the while I heard that laughter. It was the same that haunted my dreams, a dread fear that whispered that I would turn against my allies. An ancient...evil power...

They are gone now as I write this, fled back to Ulduar and, for now, beyond my reach. My questions tear through my heart and mind. First, we must deal with Loken, and I have no doubts that the Sons of Hodir will agree. That will undoubtadly be the next step. Beyond that I have to wonder what the fate is of Thorim and Veranus, now in the clutches of this evil, Loken's master, Yogg'Saron.

All I can think about is what we have ahead of us.

When Titans Clash...er, yeah.

*From the writings of Dakore, Shaman of the Horde*

The tasks have been completed. The relations between Thorim and the sons of Hodir have been repaired, Thorim now has his great proto-dreak mount returned, as well as his great hammer of storms, Krolmir. A magnificant weapon. Great storms can be made small, but I can tell that weapon is too mighty for even my hands.

Now comes the next step: Confront Loken.

As the story goes, Loken and Thorim are brothers, and with the Loken's betrayal of his post as a Watcher came other betrayals as well, including crimes against his own family. I grew angry when I heard Thorim tell me the tail of how Loken slew his wife. No greater crime exists among the orcs than to betray one's own blood, and the same honor that binds and orc also binds a titan.

I hope to be there when Thorim teaches his one-time-brother this harsh lesson.

Thorim

*From the Writings of Dakore, Shaman of the Horde*

He resides in his temple at the top of highest mountin in all of the Storm Peaks, sitting in a throne and more kingly than the Lich King or that Alliance wretch could ever hope to be, just one of his feet great enough to crush any single mortal without much thought. I wonder if this being is one of the titans of old. However, when I look into the face of this being, this Keeper Thorim of the Temple of Storms, I am reminded of my own people during their lethargy of demonic powers lost.

He sits up here, brooding in silence, looking more pathetic than your average human despite all his great power. The old crone, Lok'lira, has guided me to this place after the long battles with the other Vrykul wenches, and now there is another step in my purpose here. What my next step is will have to wait, for my old bones creak and I must rest.

The titanic being sitting on his throne makes no motion in protest as I make a fire in his temple and settle myself for the evening. He just sits there, continuing to brood.