Meeting Lantressor
You had come due to the word of the scouts that an old blademaster resided here. And so, hoping to speak with such a venerable master. You had chosen to come alone.
Still, you cannot help but muse over the years that had passed since that fateful day Kargath had come to Garadar. If you had told the you from a year ago that he would become leader of the Mag'har. You were sure he would have laughed in your face. For what were you but a whelp barely coming into your own yourself.
And yet, here you were. Many things had changed, though some had remained the same. And through it all, Garadar turned to you for guidance. You couldn't know if you had succeeded in leading Garadar yet, only time could answer that. But you did your best to live up to the standard you hoped your Ancestors could be proud of.
Still, you could not help but believe that fate had a sense of humor for having your parents name you Dranosh.
But that was for another time for right before you stood the Blademaster you sought. For it could not be anything else. Even if he tried to cover it up. There was an aura of discipline and danger that could not be overlooked. Or maybe he chose not to cover up? Still, he stands to meet you, hand going for the giant blade held on the wall.
Lantressor - What are you doing here whelp? As I'm sure I told those orcs before, I wish to be left alone.
At this you bow deeply before your senior. Before doing what you set out to do.
Dranosh - Respected Elder, I wish to request you join me back to Garadar. So that you may grant us your wisdom and help guide us.
Lantressor looks at you before snorting.
Lantressor - And what if I do not wish to aid you...
Dranosh - Please. We need all the help we can get so that we may survive-
Lantressor - Perhaps it is better that the orcs die out. Can you say we did not deserve it? Look around you boy. All this was wrought by our own hand, we are just paying the cost for our hubris. Can you say that you are proud of our legacy?
You are quiet. The questions he asked the same you had asked yourself that fateful day you had learned from Garrosh what exactly your elder did. It had taken a long while, but as you read the letters your father himself penned. For the boy that he had barely known and probably would never meet again before he too had taken the plunge and became one of the Corrupted.
You raise your head and say in a quiet voice, so different from your usual bellows.
Dranosh - yes, I think I can.
At this, Lantressor's hands tighten on his weapon. Perhaps to beat another foolhardy whelp, but you continue unconcerned.
Dranosh - I am not proud, of what the orcs have done. For it is a crime that perhaps may never be forgiven. But, I can be proud of what we once were. And what we can still be again.
You look Lantressor in the eyes, unconcerned of the blade held close to your body. Whether to slay you, or beat you. You do not know, but it seems like a secondary concern to the words you feel you must say. For yourself, as well as Lantressor.
Dranosh - I am Dranosh Saurfang, Son of Varok Saurfang and latest scion of the line of Saurfang. And in my blood lies the blood of warriors. Honorable and Courageous. And which it will become once again.
As you finish. You see Lantressor looking at you. Dissecting your stance for any sign of weakness or hesitation before seeming to find what he was looking for and lowering his blade.
Lantressor - Hmm. I am not fully convinced. But perhaps you can sit and tell me what exactly you hope to accomplish.
At that, you sit. And go over what exactly you have done and hope to do. He does not fully believe, for any being who has been through the Fall of Draenor would have found it difficult to have anything to believe in without being mad or crazed.
But he is willing to listen and that is enough.
Your name is Dranosh. Meaning the Heart of Draenor in Orcish.
You do not know if you are worthy of such a name, to become the heart of such a broken land. And you can only wonder why your parents named you such.
But you will do your best.