Kodoy and Dushin were searching the vast wastes of the Blasted Lands, looking for Adeou, The druid who had been tormenting them for years. The rest of the Grin were fighting the wretched alliance, trying to push to get through the Dark Portal. Kodoy then shape shifted into a bird to scan the surrounding area, while Dushin ran back to heal Valenthe, who was getting attacked by Whispclaw.
“PUSH THROUGH!” yelled Gorfrunch while desperately trying to fend off the waves of alliance rushing at the front lines.
“Valenthe, You fool, flee and return to the shadows!” screamed Bellmont, and at that moment Valenthe vanished into thin air.
“HELP!” yelled Kodoy as Adeou morphed into a panther and started to claw at him. Dushin had to act fast, “CYNISH! HEAL KODOY!” Dushin yelled as he grabbed the elf and threw up in the air nearing Adeou. Kodoy stomped the ground all around him knocking Adeou off balance. Cynish took the moment he had to cast Renew on Kodoy, who then morphed into a cheetah and ran for his dear life, while Adeou looked over at Dushin nearing in on him, he knew he couldn’t keep this up for long, he too morphed into a cheetah and then who was nowhere to be seen.
Dushin knew not to wander off to far from the pack. He and Cynish sprinted back to find the Grin were losing the will to fight, they knew the odds were against them. Outnumbered and tired, Gorfrunch knew he had to act fast, “RUN THROUGH THE PORTAL!” yelled Gorfrunch and Faquarl. Everyone obeyed and dove into the nether. They ended up in Hellfire Penninsula. Demons and Infernals had the guards in a never-ending battle to protect Azeroth.
Gorfrunch lead the Grin to Thrallmar, pacing back and forth, then slamming his shield on the ground. “Listen up you lot!” he hollered, his voice sound hoarse, “Our next target, Danath Trollbane.” Everyone grinned.
SOME TIME BEFORE:
Beram Skychaser, master of the elements and the Shamanistic arts, was tapping his foot in annoyance. He had been waiting in the Spirit Rise for Dushin since dawn, and it was nearing dusk. Dushin had asked him days before to further train in Therazane the Stonemother’s ways of healing the Earth. Just as Beram was walking out of the hut, a blazing light blinded him. He looked far into the distance and saw what appeared to be a reflection of bright steel armor. Walking to the elevators high above Thunder Bluff, he nodded in respect to one of the Bluffwatchers. As he was half way down, he saw Dushin covered in blood, face down in the dirt. Beram jumped off the elevator and sprinted in Dushin’s direction. As he got closer, he saw Dushin was not moving. Thoughts shot through his brain, Is he dead? How could this have happened? Slowing to a walk, he fell to his knees. He started to heal the limp Tauren, yet he saw no change. With all his strength, he resurrected Dushin. “G..G..Get up,” said Beram as he fell on his back from exhaustion. Dushin let forth a mighty cough that roared all through the never ending prairies of Mulgore. Beram laughed in relief and rolled around in the grass while Dushin moaned in pain. “You had me scared there you big jerk!” Beram chuckled as he threw Dushin over his shoulder as he headed back for Thunder Bluff.
Upon their arrival the many merchants and warriors of the city all saluted Beram for saving the Shaman. Setting Dushin down in the hut he had been in earlier. Pand Stonebinder tended to his wounds. Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said the Shaman was traveling to Ironforge by himself, others saying he had been training and pushed himself to hard. By the next day, he was fully conscious and told Beram of how he was returning to the Burning Steppes, to seek revenge of the Shadowforge Dwarves that had murdered his parents. But after killing a number of them, one of them had slipped behind him and stabbed him several times. Dushin fled, and barely escaped. He had fallen off a Wyvern that he had flown from Orgrimmar.
After a week of treatment, Dushin was ready to return to Taugrek’s Stand. He set off for the Burning Steppes once again. Only this time, he was returning to the Blacktooth Grin. As he walked into the cave, he heard Warlord Faquarl scream “GRIN! PACK UP! WE’RE DONE HERE! WE’RE FINALLY GOING TO HAVE PEACE!”