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 Post subject: A Family Sundered
PostPosted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 8:39 pm 
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((The story told by Kaeev at the storytelling event tonight. Enjoy!))

This is a story that was told to me by my father when I was a boy. It was told to him by his father, and so on for countless generations.

There was a time--many, many ages ago--that the dry lands of this world were together in one great land.

In these ancient days, legend tells that the Winterhoof tauren lived as one great, unified tribe in the land’s northern reaches. This region of the land, as one might expect, was a cold and harsh place, largely uninhabitable save for during the summer months.

The tribe was nomadic back then, not because of the centaur threat, but rather the change of seasons.

The chieftain of the Winterhoof was a shaman named Onatah. He had two sons, Dezba and Sanuye.

As both sons came of age, they both followed in their father’s steps in the Spirits’ ways. And both showed promising signs of strong ties to the elements.

Unfortunately, though these tauren were not at war with the centaur, another war was brewing far away.

The destruction being wrought by the coming of the Burning Legion to the south was made known to Onatah by the distant turmoil of the elements. Thus, the Winterhoof knew of the war well before fellow tauren, night elves and even dragons came to them in hopes of enlisting their aid against the Legion.

Each of these people, however, Onatah declined on behalf of the whole tribe. More concerned for the safety of his own people, the chieftain felt that their tribe was too ill-equipped to face a terrible force like that of the Legion.

They were hunters and gatherers, not slayers of demons.

Sanuye, the younger of the two sons, trusted his father’s judgment...but Dezba, the older, did not.

Dezba believed that the growing power he and Sanuye had was a sign from the Spirits that they should fight.

But Onatah would not change his mind. Dezba tried to reason with his father first, using many arguments in an effort to justify the cause, but still, Onatah would not relent.

...Disagreement grew to resentment. If Dezba could not convince his father alone, perhaps his father would be swayed if more of the tribe believed in his ideas.

And thus, it was then that another threat--one just as (if not more) sinister than the Legion, began to sow discord among the Winterhoof.

Spurred on by the dark whisperings of the Shadow, there began to be a division among the tribe. More of them over time began to believe in Dezba’s words.

And as Sanuye’s power continued to grow by seeking stronger ties and a deeper friendship with the elements, Dezba began to boast in his own power.

A power not given by friendship, but by unrighteous dominion.

This, along with the pressing issue of the war with the Legion, became a source of great contention. Despite the gentle persuasion of Onatah and Sanuye, Dezba only hardened his heart more, and waxed stronger in his power.

Then one fateful day, the tension came to a head in another argument Dezba was having with Onatah.

Dezba’s resentment finally gave way to wrath. “I will not cower away in the north while demons overrun the land!” he bellowed.

His words then grew dark, and his tone dangerous. “..If you will do nothing but hide, then so be it. I do not think you are fit to lead.”

With that, Dezba raised his hand as he prepared to call the elements to strike down his own father.

Onatah over the years had grown old, and though he was once a powerful shaman, he likely would not have withstood this attack from Dezba.

Sanuye, who was only observing all this from a distance, suddenly jumped into the fray upon seeing his brother’s hand raise. “No!!” he shouted as he tackled Dezba, interrupting his call.

Enraged by this, Dezba turned his wrath on his younger brother. And so a terrible duel was waged between these two brothers.

Dezba was not only older, but stronger in his powers, and Sanuye was barely able to withstand the calls made against him.

But, just when it seemed that Sanuye would fall to his brother’s might, the power of the elements Dezba had wickedly sought, began to wane.

The elements began to answer their friend, not their bully. And so it was that Sanuye began to fight back, and Dezba was beaten.

Harboring pride and a seething hatred for his brother and father, Dezba took those who had sided with him--and they were many--and departed south, much to the sorrow of the others.

Many days after Dezba’s departure, the elements to the south only raged more.

Sensing that something great and terrible was about to happen, Onatah took what was left of the tribe and followed a premonition that they should journey west.

His fears were confirmed some days as the earth began to tremble even where they were, and a shining vortex appeared far, far away in the center of the land, with dark clouds swirling toward it.

And then, there was a bright flash.

The Earth Mother’s child reeled in pain.

The whole face of the land was changed.

Whole mountains departed.

Valleys and plains that were once smooth became broken up, buried by new mountains or lost as the sea heaved far beyond its bounds.

An’she, Mu’sha and the stars did not give their light.

And then, a dark and terrible silence. A silence that was broken only by the wails and cries of the living over their dead kin. Over the “Land of Eternal Starlight” that was now broken and desolate.

Sanuye’s cries were amongst the greatest, for his father Onatah was slain in the cataclysm and, not knowing the fate of Dezba and his brethren, feared the worst for them.

“The Sundering”, as it is now known, ushered in one of the harshest winters ever remembered, even among the Winterhoof.

These Winterhoof, what few remained of them, migrated further into what remained of their shattered home to escape the cold, and hopefully find others of their kind who had survived.

These were dark days, indeed.

But Sanuye still trusted in the Spirits, and in the elements his friends. They had delivered him before, and he had faith that they would deliver him and his people again.

And they did deliver.

An’she, Mu’sha and the stars returned in due time.

The Winterhoof, under Sanuye’s guidance, were able to adapt to new surroundings and new threats.

What remained of the land slowly began to heal.

The Winterhoof name lives on--and thrives--to this day.

I tell you all this, not that I might weigh you down with a sad story, but that you might remember, and be thankful.

That you might remember, that even in the deepest of afflictions, the Earth Mother does visit us as we eschew the Shadow, and seek Her. And that in Her own due time, She rewards those who walk with Her.

I know She does, and it is my hope, and duty, that you all may know for yourselves.


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