Chapter Fuur
Volonazra readied his nerves, summoned his courage, and calmed his mind. Reaching his bare hand for the orb and bracing for pain. Pain had been his ally for many endevors along the shadow path. His hand slowly etched closer, closer. He saw that the flames didnt not reach to consume his hand, but parted, moved away from where he attempted to grasp the core. Finally, he held it. He stood up and peered at the wonderous object he now possessed. It was warm, yet no harm came to him from the green fire it eminated.
He moved over to his old wooden chair that he sat in countess nights studying. Sitting down he held the orb over his desk, mistakingly ignigting some parchments upon it. He tossed the smoldering papers upon the floor, and focused on the orb. He took the orb into both hands and a surge force filled his body and his conciousness was transported far from the dank laboratory.
He observed the homeworld, Draenor, from far above. He was then show visions of the great ork civilization of old. He was then, suddenly, inside a great palace. Then, inside a huge throne room and surrounded by many forms. The forms beckoned him. He submitted to their summons and moved closer. The forms revieled themselves, it was the ancestors. Ancient legends he had read told him these were ancient ancestors and chieftains of great power. He knelt before them in reverence, and bowed his head.
A voice large and booming called to him. "Volonazra, you know why you are here. Your people are now free of the Dreadlords enslavement, but remain on Azeroth. The Dreadlords will never cease trying to regain what they feel is their property. The Alliance fear the Horde and seek to remove you from Azeroth. Hard times face you and the peoples of the Horde. You must gather strength to face these times. Return to us with the orb when you seek guidance. Go home now with this quest set before you. Your chieftains have grown weary from the great wars. They will aide you in your quest and know what must be done. Go home Chieftain of Clan Skullcrusher your people await. Protect them from corruption, remind them of our noble heritage. Give them wisdom of the times ahead and help them prepare for them. Look to Thrall as an example of what can be done. We will be watching.
When the voice finished speaking to Volonazra, he regained conciousness back in his humble tower. He still held the orb. The sight of it now put more fear into him than ever before. Centering himself, he contemplated upon what he experienced. He then conjured his will and prepared to summon that part of him others know as a felsteed. He raced, upon hoves of flame, into the night to Durotar to seek those that would heed his wisdom and answer the call to gather strength in unity. He was determined not to let his people down. He could not, he was the chieftain.
The End
(and yet, the beginning)