The Old Gods (part 2)

The Old Gods they called themselves. And so they were to the ancient inhabitants of Azeroth even before the Night Elves. They proved to be a powerful force until the Titans arrived and pitted these "omnipotent" beings in an ages-long war hoping to defeat their strangle-hold of chaos with the establishment of order. This is a war that these beings lost and it left the survivors to wonder what kind of gods are able to be defeated by being buried under dirt.

It is theorized by some and spoken in hushed whispers that the Night Elves evolved from from Trolls. Given the elves proven ability to adapt rapidly to changing circumstances (see the Naga and High Elves), it is not a far stretch to imagine that before the time of the elves, the trolls roamed the land and worshiped (or were forced to worship) the the Old Gods. It is then not a far stretch to believe that tribal feuds were responsible for the loss of their knowledge. But what does one do when one loses a god? He finds another, of course.

The Drakkari Trolls of Zul'Drak, also known as Ice Trolls, had found their new gods long ago. But this time they opted for something a little less powerful. They opted for something they could kill. In the distant past they learned that by drinking the blood of the gods they could become all-powerful. But in so doing they doomed their sprawling empire to ruin. The blood did, indeed, give them supernatural power, but these new, powerful trolls were savage and impossible to control. The blood of the gods became like a drug and because of it the mighty nation of Zul'Drak fell into decay.

But now decay has fallen on them. Those trolls who survived now face the undead forces of the Lich King. And in their well-practiced habit of forgetting about the past, they have turned once more to the blood of the gods. Some of them remember and they hope to document this folly well. But it has gone too far for them to stop on their own. They have turned to the Alliance and the Horde to help them defeat both Drakkari, the troll agent of the Lich King, and those who would drink the blood of their gods.

But if the Ice Trolls are willing to take such desperate measures to fight the Scourge, what hope is there for those who dwell in the Grizzly Hills?

It is now called Grizzlemaw, but long ago well-meaning Druids attempted to create a World Tree on that site named Nordrassil. It did not take long before these ancient Druids decided it would behoove them to fell the giant tree, for its roots dug deep into the realm of an ancient buried evil, the Old God, Yogg'Saron. His evil taint has crept all over the frozen lands of Northrend and the Scourge army uses the metal that blatantly bares his name, Saronite, to build their armor. Is the Old God whose name is on the lips of the faceless ones in the Old Kingdom purposely injecting himself into the lives of those who dwell on the surface? Or is he being conjured by the warring tribes of Furblogs who undoubtedly also seek a way to overcome the Scourge? Whatever the case, this foe must not be allowed to resurface.

The Old Gods were long thought to be defeated, but they have once again shown their faces. What hope can there be if they are allowed once more to show their faces? The only chance we have is if the Titans return to reclaim their creation and reorder our world. Except for one Titan in particular...