King Thoras Trollbane stood in his room, staring out the window across the great Arathi Highlands. The night sky was unclouded as the moonlight shined brightly and the cool breeze poured into the room. He took a deep breathe and turned back toward his room then grabbed his cloak. Trollbane left his room and exited the castle to walk around the grounds of keep. Thoras continued down a path toward the crypt containing deceased members of the Trollbane family. As he entered the crypt he noticed another figure already inside. The man heard Thoras approaching and turned to meet him. Both men recognized each other as the man turned out to be Thoras' nephew, Danath Trollbane.
“Good evening uncle.” Danath greeted Thoras with a nod.
“And to you Danath.” Both men paused for a moment to look around the crypt and remember why they had decided to visit in the first place.
“Perhaps one day we will have the privilege of resting amongst our family.” Danath finally broke the silence as Thoras nodded in agreement. “Uncle, what's on your mind?”
“Many things Danath, many things.” He paused for a long moment again as he gazed at each wall housing Trollbanes. “Obviously the possibility of having to send troops south to aid our friends in Stormwind, as well as having to deal with our own threats from the trolls at our door step. I haven't slept well the past couple nights because of the decisions I have come to realize I must make soon.” Thoras rubbed his forehead with one hand and looked sternly at his nephew.
“We'll figure something out uncle, perhaps I could accompany a small garrison to Stormwind if they request aid against the threats rising around them?” Danath suggested and his uncle let out a soft sigh.
“If we are to put an end to the Witherbark I will need you on the battlefield Danath, you are to strong of a fighter to send so far away.” He shook his head hoping that could bring him the clear answer he sought.
“The Knights of Stromgarde are strong enough and have the will to crush the troll threat without requiring my lead into battle. If we must send men south allow me to accompany them, that way you and I both know Stromgarde will lead the human's to victory as it should be.” Danath requested holding a fist in the air triumphantly.
“No nephew, I know what must be done. I need you here, we're going to end the troll threat once and for all. You will lead the troops against them and you will bring back their tusks, we shall show them proudly around Stromgarde as we conquer the Witherbark and claim the rest of Arathor for Stromgarde.”
“Good evening uncle.” Danath greeted Thoras with a nod.
“And to you Danath.” Both men paused for a moment to look around the crypt and remember why they had decided to visit in the first place.
“Perhaps one day we will have the privilege of resting amongst our family.” Danath finally broke the silence as Thoras nodded in agreement. “Uncle, what's on your mind?”
“Many things Danath, many things.” He paused for a long moment again as he gazed at each wall housing Trollbanes. “Obviously the possibility of having to send troops south to aid our friends in Stormwind, as well as having to deal with our own threats from the trolls at our door step. I haven't slept well the past couple nights because of the decisions I have come to realize I must make soon.” Thoras rubbed his forehead with one hand and looked sternly at his nephew.
“We'll figure something out uncle, perhaps I could accompany a small garrison to Stormwind if they request aid against the threats rising around them?” Danath suggested and his uncle let out a soft sigh.
“If we are to put an end to the Witherbark I will need you on the battlefield Danath, you are to strong of a fighter to send so far away.” He shook his head hoping that could bring him the clear answer he sought.
“The Knights of Stromgarde are strong enough and have the will to crush the troll threat without requiring my lead into battle. If we must send men south allow me to accompany them, that way you and I both know Stromgarde will lead the human's to victory as it should be.” Danath requested holding a fist in the air triumphantly.
“No nephew, I know what must be done. I need you here, we're going to end the troll threat once and for all. You will lead the troops against them and you will bring back their tusks, we shall show them proudly around Stromgarde as we conquer the Witherbark and claim the rest of Arathor for Stromgarde.”
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but could really use a good player as Wildhammer to thump some trolls with!
