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“Warlord, did you see what I saw? The roads have gold to hold their lights and relics are laying in the street -- there is so much.”
“Little moon, the greatest thing we can do for our people is scout first and touch nothing. This land was not here last week and we do not know what is here, we look and then we plan.” The Warlord stood at the end of the oasis pool, a scowl dominating his face. His face wrap had been pulled from his mouth and hooked beneath his chin. He was older, older than her father for sure but unlike her father he oozed a dangerous power that made his words absolute no matter what he said. Many times she had tried to guess his origin but settled simply on pirate when he would not share with her.
“I understand.” She exhaled and this drew his hard stare to her. Any other man in this party would have cowered but instead she felt a laugh bubble and form into a mischievous grin. “I can swim at least - “ “Not here.” He grunted and watched her for a moment longer, registering her disappointment but not explaining himself - never explaining himself.
There was a rustle of bush and rock beside them on the cliff and two of their party streaked by, naked save for boots and dagger bracers. Before anything could be said or should be said the pair dove into the perfect water with a bellow of joy. Freshwater they didn’t have to kill for? Wonderful.
The Warlord did not take his eyes from her as she watched the pair disappear beneath the water... and not resurface.
“W--” She started, her crystal stare darting back to him to take in the rage that bloomed in his body, etching onto the hard lines of his face and the way the muscle in his cheek moved. Silent and still.. he waited and watched her as she returned to searching the water for their men.
“AXLE..” She shouted and stepped towards the water in an attempt to get a better look. “AXL---”
Within the center of the pool crimson bubbled and a rope-like creature reared it’s large head above the surface. It was massive with pale scales dotted with purple and blue, a snake in shape but a dragon in mouth. Riah’s inhale was ragged and she flailed as she stumbled backwards, not even the Warlord’s grip on the back of her leather vest would stop her from trying to flee.
The snake-monster didn’t linger above the water long, and soon pieces of their comrades that hadn’t been ingested floated to the surface in a grim reminder.
Uldum was dangerous.
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“What does it say, I wonder.”
“Nothing we should know.”
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“This isn’t right, Warlord. This is sacred ground, this was touched by the hands of the titans -- “ One of the camels slowed as the group moved through the gate of unending cycles. More than a few slowed to match the man’s pause, a silent agreement with his words.
“My mother says that we are all creations of the titans and the old gods, creatures that were crafted from war.” Niah did not bring her camel to a stop but she did turn to look back on the members of their scouting party that hesitated. “If that is the case, what is sacred? The titans created Azeroth for us… did they not? They have touched everything including the camel you sit on.” She grinned as if daring him to throw himself off of the camel. “The ruins you sleep against each night and the sand you walk through even now, all touched by the titan’s hands.The creators...”
The Warlord said nothing, instead he moved through the entryway as if he were a king entering his kingdom. Great statues stared down as he passed between them with his chin held high and his sword stretched out from his body. Niah turned to watch him and gently coaxed her camel to a stop. He dared the titans to punish him for trespassing, she knew. He dared the statues to judge him and bring him to his knees.
... none of that happened.
Instead? A hidden world opened for him and his might. Uldum belonged to the Warlord Ihsenn.
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