The Death of Gorvar

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The Second Sundering

Intermezzo

I know how much my wife suffered at the hands of the scourge…but I didn’t know to what extent..till now. I remember my death bed very well, It was dark, quiet in orgrimar. My family members around the world, even my night elven daughter mesawyn who came under the guise of a shapeshifted bear tauren druid, came. They all slept not far from my own hut, except she…my wife Kathleen.

I gasped for air, knowing each breath could be my last. My hair was already turned gray, my muscles withered away, my eyesight gone. My old wounds hurted me, I knew my time had came. By the spirits she was beautifull….she still had her chestnut brown hair, a few gray hairs but stil, her blue eyes as clear as the sky…i felt so bad I had to leave her behind. ‘Kath…kathleen..’ I tried to speak. ‘Shh…be still oaf, conserve your rest.’ She replied. I smiled ‘glad you didn’t lose your sense of humour, haha-‘ Then I coughed loudly. ‘Told you so, here’ she said and gave me some water. ‘Hun…no..it’s over….’ I replied. ‘No it isn’t, your going to live Gorvar the Hunter, you hear me, your not leaving me behind!’ she yelled at me. ‘your going to get better, will keep pestering me and if we’re lucky having a other baby.’ She said while she bandaged my wounds again.

I placed my hands on hers, smiling. ‘Im sorry….take care of our children...i know you can make it…..’ ‘Gorvar….’ ‘ I..love…you…Kathleen…Grimshore….’ I said before all became dark in front of me.

I don’t know why, but I heard her calling my name, louder, and louder till I thought my head was going to explode. When I opened my eyes I didn’t believe what I saw. I saw my family, Children, Grandchildren and even great grand children and Kathleen, all wearing black, looking down on my body. I knew as of then I was dead…especially when I saw my body being burned to a crisp. Looked nasty if I may add. Especially when my skull broke open..ouch. Any who when that happened I saw several other spirits around me. Hundreds from all races I ever met, one such spirit was Drak’thar, the shaman who thought Warchief thrall how to use the spirits to bring his people a brighter future. ‘Master Drek’Thar’ I asked him ‘Whats going on?’ ‘Throm ka Gorvar, we waited for you for a long time.’ He replied with a smile. ‘You did?’ I asked him ‘Yes…but I sense a part of you is reluctant to join us…’ ‘Yes….my wife being the prominent…’ he said. The spirits smilled at me. ‘Yes…your wife, never before have I seen a orc treat ahuman female with such respect, for that we’re going to do you a favour.’ ‘a favour?’ ‘Yes…we’re going to help yourwife’s previous passing be more bearable, and your going to help her.’ I was thrilled, I knew my wive’s previous death tormented her for so long. If I could help her with her passing, she might be more kind when she was Condemption. When I looked back at the spirts I noticed I was in a village, looking at a young peasant girl. Before her death, before her gray hairs, before her innosince was lost…the love of my life…Kathleen the Hunter… And so I did. During her passing by the plague, I made her passing more bearable. I was there for her, saying things that will happen, how she’ll return to be a human, about our children that will follow…although she forgot those things the moment she became Condemption, deep inside her knew all was going to be allright.