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Home Sweet Hellhole

Stormheim, The Broken Isles, Year 32 AFW

Dissonantia prowled through the ruined encampment of the Felskorn Vrykul, sniffing at the air as she went. “Hmm…” she muttered, turning over a bit of rubble with her foot that had smelled promising, then frowning. “Bugger, smashed to bits…” she grumbled.

The Legion’s invasion presented an unprecedented opportunity for the Witch of Blackwald Forest. Sargeras’ Army was bound to bring powerful relics with them, and she meant to find whatever she could use for her own gain. The Felskorn were a clan of Vrykul that had sworn fealty to the Legion in exchange for power… for all the good it had done them. Their leader Skovald had been slain as the titanforged Odyn watched on, leaving them leaderless and easily routed by the forces of the Alliance and Horde.

“Hrmph… bet it was th’ bloody Silver Hand came through ‘ere. Nothin’ worth taking now…” she grumbled, looking over her shoulder. “Azzy! Yez find anythin’ useful?” she called out.

Across the path through the village stood towering Wrathguard. It was examining the axe of one of the fallen vrykul, but the shaft was almost shattered by the attack that had likely slain it’s owner. The demon shrugged and tossed it away, then shook his head.

“Dammit all, bloody paladins’ll destroy anyfin’ that’s worth keepin’…” she snarled. She had been keeping tabs on Dareley as much as she could, following him and the rest of the Order of the Silver Hand as they had been pushing back against the Legion. Let the pious dwarf do all the hard work, she’d come in after the fighting was done and take what she’d like from the spoils.

That was the idea anyways… but the holy knights were too thorough. Fel-tainted goods and tools were not tolerated by them except under sufferance and while they would work with the Order of the Black Harvest and the Illidari, not many of them were exactly happy about doing so.

The feeling was mutual in Dissonantia’s case... though her membership in the Order of the Black Harvest was much like her allegiance to Avalon and the Alliance. A convenient tool discarded when no longer needed. That said, the warlocks would likely not care. After all, it was only to be expected. One did not swim with sharks and not expect to get bitten on occasion.

As she prowled through the ruins her ears perked up as she felt a tingling along her fur, the worgen’s head snapping up and sniffing at the air, “Wots this… Azzy! Make yerself scarce!” she barked, diving behind a building as the Wrathguard growled and, with surprising agility, disappeared behind another pile of wreckage, the two of them peering out between the ruined buildings as the air seemed to ripple and warp, then with a loud crack a hole appeared in the very air.

The portal rippled with green flames as several wyrmtongue demons jumped out and a tall statuesque Shivaara demon strode out with them. “Fan out and gather anything useful.” commanded the demoness, waving one of her hands. “And be quick about it! We don’t want Sargeras’ slaves to know we’ve arrived!”

Dissonantia raised her eyebrow at that. “ ‘ello… demons, but they ain’t Legion ones…” she murmured, the wheels turning in her head. The portal had to lead to the Twisting Nether, and if these demons were here for the same thing they were then this likely wasn’t their first raid… which meant…

The warlock eyed the portal hungrily, grinning to herself, “Bloody jackpot.” she sneered. Through that portal would be the demon’s lair, and likely a treasure trove of powerful weapons and secrets! She focused her thoughts, her blood feeling hot in her veins as she focused on her connection to her demons…

“Azzy… on three, we rush th’ bitch ‘n take the portal.” she said in her mind.

From the other side of the village she could feel Az’arad grinning, the Wrathguard unsheathing his own weapon. She felt his eagerness for carnage, to tear the demoness limb from limb…

“… one… two… THREE!” she snarled the last word aloud and erupted from hiding as Az’arad did likewise, the shivaara’s head snapping up and looking to her, then to Az’arad as the Wrathguard roared and raised his axe.

“AMBUSH! MINIONS! SIEZE WHAT YOU CAN AND MAKE FOR THE PORTAL AT ONCE!” she shouted, raising her six arms. Two of them held long blades with wicked razor-sharp saw-like edges that seemed to drip glowing green embers, but the other four were empty! She hadn’t expected to be found!

Dissonantia spun as she heard the wyrmtongues shouting among themselves and running back to the portal… then she grinned and drew her dagger, slashing a hole in the air and gesturing with one claw wreathed in felfire. From the hole came a cacophony of loud high-pitched shrieks as a cloud of bilescourge burst through to Azeroth, slamming forward towards the mob of demons!

The wyrmtongue scattered, the bat-like demons diving into them and the ground, the buildings, whatever they saw first, and exploding in a spray of fel-blood and acid. Several wyrmtongue fell with horrible burns or even entire body parts melted away, the rest fled into the woods of Stormheim in a panic.

Behind her the shivaara screamed in rage and raised her sword to strike at Dissonantia, only to have her fury turn to terror as Az’arad’s axe landed hard, severing all three of her left arms!

The demoness stumbled, turning to face him, then cried out as chains of felfire erupted from the ground and shackled around her remaining wrists and throat, forcing her to her knees. “NOW AZZY!” barked Dissonantia.

The demoness struggled, the chains rattling loudly, as her eyes widened to see Az’arad’s axe coming at her face with speed… and then a moment later she saw no more as her body slumped to the ground, her head split open like a ripe melon.

Dissonantia grinned down at her, then looked to the portal and smirked at Az’arad, nodding towards it. The demon grinned back and walked towards it, then stepped boldly through, the warlock following behind him.

Heat hit them both first, as if they’d walked into one of the deeper caves of the Burning Steppes! The stench of brimstone and blood hit their nostrils as well as they looked around a huge volcanic cavern. There was a massive throne there and, seated in it…

“Who are you? Where is Nasselav?!” demanded the throne’s occupant as he rose, his red skin shining in the glow from the lava as his eyes narrowed in anger. He stood even taller than Az’arad, his body crackling with fel energy, his robes decorated with the skulls and bones of creatures from dozens of long dead worlds. He started forward, his hooves clomping loudly as he flexed his clawed hands, “ANSWER ME INTRUDER!” he roared.

“Oh bugger…” whispered Dissonantia. She was a powerful witch, having learned many tricks since meeting Quzgup all those years ago, but before her was something even she would hesitate to fight.

“You will answer me or I, Fel-Master Aartox, will rip the words from your mind!” he snarled, raising one hand as fel energies swirled around his fingertips, illuminating a bone-ridged forehead and four long tentacles dangling from his chin, decorated with golden bands set with pulsing fel-energy crystals.

“A feckin’ eredar!” swore Dissonantia as she dove out of the way of a blast of felfire that left a crater in the wall behind her, the worgen rolling to her feet as Az’arad roared and charged the massive fel-corrupted alien.

Dissonantia’s mind raced, what could she fight THAT with?! She was a powerful sorceress by mortal standards, but an eredar would likely have become a warlock before the human race even existed on Azeroth! Nevermind that this one was cunning and powerful enough to leave the Burning Legion and remain hidden well enough to not be hunted down and killed! Archimonde and Kil’jadeen had always despised Velen for not siding with them, but they were just as vengeful towards any of their own who decided to go ‘independent’ as it were.

She glanced around the cavern, then saw it next to his throne. A rack of weapons, two huge bookcases full of scrolls and other esoterica, and a huge black metal chest with a skull-like decoration on the front, the keyhole in the skull’s mouth. She grinned, she was right! The eredar must’ve been looting the Legion’s battlefields before this, and there was his treasure hoard!

“Azzy, keep him busy!” she thought as loudly as she could before diving forward onto all fours and shooting forward with incredible speed. She didn’t often use this particular part of being a worgen, but if there was one thing her people could do it was move FAST! She rushed past the eredar’s feet as the massive demon turned to her, but before he could react his head snapped around and he conjured a shield of felfire just in time to parry a blow from Az’arad’s axe!

The eredar growled and raised his other arm and, with a woosh of green flames, a longsword made of felfire formed in it, as solid and hard as if it were made of metal instead of magic. He swung at Az’arad and the demon countered with his axe, the Wrathguard roaring in defiance, then aiming for the eredar’s legs! Az’arad was overjoyed, finally a fight he could savor!

Behind them Dissonantia made it to the rack of treasures and began to look through them frantically. “Somethin’, anyfin’, c’moooooon…” she growled, turning over scrolls written in blood, jars full of eyes that were still horribly aware and alive, a skull that whimpered as she shoved it out of the way, then her eyes fell on a large tome bound in some unrecognizable tanned hide, a living eye set into the cover that was watching her. “Oooo… you look interestin’.” she grinned, snatching it up and opening it, flipping through pages rapidly as she kept one eye on the fight between Az’arad and Aartox, ready to intervene if it looked like her demon was losing.

Fortunately for Dissonantia, Aartox was focused entirely on Az’arad’s assault. The Wrathguard’s axe was a blur of felforged steel, forcing the eredar to parry or dodge and preventing him from focusing long enough to counter with magic! Aartox was a warlock, not a warrior, and with a powerful fighter like Az’arad in melee range he found himself at a severe disadvantage.

Still, he was not without his defenses… and as Az’arad pressed the attack the warlock struck his axe away, then reached to his belt, grabbed one of the skulls on it, ripped it free, and pointed it at him. There was an echoing scream of pain as the soul of the skull’s owner burst free of it and shot towards Az’arad in a wrath-like form, slamming into the demon and causing him to fall back! Az’arad snarled and swung his axe, but it passed right through the spirit without any effect!

The Wrathguard snarled and hesitated. He couldn’t fight a foe he couldn’t cut… and then the soul darted forward again and gripped his face, screaming loudly as it’s gaping eye-sockets locked onto Az’arad’s, the demon snarling and trying to look away, but finding he couldn’t move! The eredar’s attack had him frozen like a mouse caught in the gaze of a cobra!

The eredar started forward, raising his felfire blade with a sneer… only to suddenly roar in pain as a massive blast of corrupted flames smashed into his back! He fell to one knee, the fire scorching away his robes and searing his flesh as he looked behind him, only to see Dissonantia standing there with her hand outstretched and a grin on her face. “Oooo, that one looked nasty…” she cackled, turning a page, then making a complex gesture and pointing to the eredar.

The demon warlock’s eyes widened, “The Black Book of Ral’guth…” he hissed, “NO!” he snarled, trying to prepare a countercurse, only to scream in pain as boils erupted over his form! “DAMNABLE MORTAL! YOU WILL SUFFER FOR THIS!” he snarled as the boils swelled… then began to move.

“Hmm… m’ demonic is a tad rusty… but if I’m readin’ this right…” she grinned, looking back at the tome, “This ‘un says ‘hives become hives’ in common, tho’ its two different words in demonic sooooo…” she grinned as the boils burst at once, and out of each one crawled several large insects not unlike yellowjackets, but without wings and with stingers dripping a horrible green fluid.

The eredar cried out in agony and disgust as he raised his hand, wreathing it in flames as he prepared to burn them away, gritting his teeth against the pain as the insects drove their stingers home! Each one that stung him created new hives… and he could already feel more of them moving within them. The stings were unbearable as well, a mortal would black out from the pain alone!

“NOPE!” cackled Dissonantia as she coated her hand in shadows and stuck it out, a bolt of pure darkness shooting out… and going right past Aartox’s head.

The eredar actually flinched at that, but then sneered and slammed his hand down across his arm, incinerating several of the insects even as more emerged. “You missed mortal! I will remove these creatures in moments, and then your torment will begin!” he snorted.

“Tch…” snorted Dissonantia, holding up a glowing purple crystal with a ghostly figure trapped inside… a fresh soul shard! “Wasn’t aimin’ fer yez.”

The eredar paused at that sight, then looked over his shoulder just as Az’arad’s axe came towards him. A loud sickening chop later and the eredar’s head rolled to a stop at Dissonantia’s feet.

Dissonantia snapped the book shut with a satisfied smirk and slid it back onto the shelf, “Interestin’ read that one…” she grinned, then looked around, “Hmm… ain’t sensin’ any other demons ‘ere.” she mused, walking across the cavern slowly, heading back towards the portal they came through. “Roight…” she padded her way back to the treasure hoard of the demon, but a single look told her that she wasn’t going to be able to carry it all back. She could sense it’s power though, she didn’t want to leave any of it behind!

“Hrm… wot ta do…” she mused, tapping her chin, then looking around thoughtfully, glancing towards the far walls of the cave, noting the size of it. “Hmmmmm…” she smirked, “Azzy… this place ain’t half bad izzit?” she grinned at him, “Nice size, well hidden, ‘n if ol’ Kil’jadeen can’t find it I bleedin’ well doubt Nelen can…” she smirked at the Wrathguard.

The demon looked around, then shrugged and nodded back to her before admiring the weapons collection that Aartox had amassed. Some of them looked very deadly indeed.

“Aye… I was just thinkin’ th’ bloody rent in Stormwind has been gettin’ too high fer me likin’…” she cackled, walking to the eredar’s now vacant throne and sitting down in it, crossing her legs as she leaned back and made telepathic contact with Quzgup back on Azeroth. “Oi! Gather up me things ‘n open a portal to me location boyo. I found us a new home!” she cackled, looking around the cave. “Hmm… needs a proper cauldron, can’t be a bloody witch without a cauldron… but th’ rest… aye, I do believe I can make this work just fine…” she grinned.

Az’arad took a large and wicked looking broadaxe from the wall, the motif of a face wrapped in agony where the two halves of the blade met on the haft, then swung it and paused before swinging it again with a grin, hearing a cry of horror and pain every time he did.

Dissonantia smirked, letting her demon enjoy himself for now as she looked over to the eredar’s corpse, “Hm…” she muttered, “Wonder how much a proper huntin’ trophy kit runs…” she smirked, looking at the demon’s severed head.

Several days later…

Dissonantia held her hand over the boiling waters of the cauldron, letting her blood fall into it to bind herself to the object, as she spoke several words in demonic that made the air ring with each one… and finally she held her hand shut and willed the wound closed. “That should do it…” she muttered as Quzgup stood nearby on one of three tables they’d set up near it.

She waved her hand over the waters, intoning several words of revealation and a name, then smirked as she saw Nelen standing in Dalaran’s Legerdemain Lounge talking to Dareley and Shalandrae. “Perfect…” she nodded, “Can’t hear ‘em, but it’ll show me where they is whenever I want.” she smirked, looking around the room. There was a bed they’d managed to wrangle through from Azeroth for her personal use, along with several other amenities that a mortal needed but a demon would not.

She then glanced over at the wall next to her throne. Hanging there was a trophy, but rather than the head of a stag or a boar it held the head of the eredar who had formerly owned the cave, their eyes still horribly alive and aware of their state, but their mouth sewn shut so they couldn’t speak.

“Aye… this’ll do nicely.” she cackled, “Stormwind was convenient, but its time we moved upmarket don’tcha think?” she sneered.

Quzgup grinned, nodding. “Yes! Much nicer than Wicked Worgen’s former hovel!” laughed the imp as Az’arad nodded, sharpening his new axe against a grindstone they’d obtained from a blacksmith’s shop, the stone still a bit damp with the smith’s blood (he didn’t want to give it up.)

“Mmhm…” she nodded, walking to the throne and smacking the eredar’s cheek, “Don’t pout boyo, yez get a front row seat ta th’ rise of a new star player in th’ Twistin’ Nether! Ain’t yez lucky?” she grinned as Aartox glared at her, but without the use of his lips he couldn’t say a single word in response.

She leaned back in her throne like the wicked queen in some fairytale, the kind she’d always found so much more relatable and entertaining than the noble knights and fair princesses. Let them have their happily ever after… she’d make her own out of the corpses of anyone who stood in her way, or who would be useful in death… or who just annoyed her.

After all, one person’s Hell is another person’s Home.

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alittlepieceofwarcraft · 6 years ago

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Vykrul: A Lore Guide

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Evolution (before Year -150,000): The Vrykul are an ancient race descending from the iron vrykul, beings created by Titans during the The Ordering of Azeroth. In -15,000, The Curse of Flesh affected vrykuls in many different ways: the Dragonflayer clan of the vrykuls, turning them into organic vrykul we know of today. There are different types of vrykul. Frost_vrykul are made of two major factions: the The hyldnir an entirely female population of frost vrykul, located in the Storm Peaks, and the Ymirjar in central Icecrown who are undead and allied with the Lich King. These were vrykul who travelled to Jotunheim and fought at Valhalas. The winners of this competition are taken to Ymirheim and become Ymirjar. The losers become vargul. The Kvaldir are undead spirits, covered in green scales and barnacles created by Helya in order to serve her in Helheim. The Dragonflayer vrykul also are the predecessors for humans: the Curse eventually led to some of their young being smaller, weaker and “ugly” in the eyes of their people. Their king Ymiron ordered all those children to be killed but some parents couldn’t do it and hid them away in Northrend. In time, these small adult vrykul would form the early human tribes. Another group of vrykul settled in Kul Tiras and eventually became the Drust.

Winterskorn Warring (Year -150,000): Loken subdued most of the Keepers and removed the titan-forged out of Ulduar, the fire giants Volkhan and Ignis sought to conquer the Storm Peaks. They armed the the Winterskorn vrykul to attack other titan-forged across the Storm Peaks, beginning the Winterskorn War. Tyr was alerted when they attacked the earthen. Tyr asked the Dragon Aspects for aid, and the war ended with Ysera and Nozdormu putting the Winterskorn into a timeless sleep beneath northern Kalimdor. After discovering that some parents hadn’t complied with Ymiron’s orders, Skadi hunted them down and killed any of them he came across becoming known as Skadi the Ruthless. In an attempt to stave off the curse of flesh, the Dragonflayers went to sleep beneath northern Kalimdor in areas such as Gjalerbron. The Tribunal of Ages, a record of false history created by Loken claims that he ordered this hibernation.

A Rude Awakening (Year -10,000): After the Sundering, many vrykul were awakened and took the seas: some taking to Kul Tiras eventually becoming the Drust.

Easy Recruitment (Year 27): When Lich King stirred from his Frozen Throne he sent his Scourge minions to swarm across the land, destroying all in their path. The remaining slumbering vrykul awakened beginning with those of Jotunheim. Many of them would come to believe that the Lich King was a god of death, and pledged themselves to him and the Scourge. The Winterskorn clan was made subservient to the Dragonflayer. When they arrived in Northrend, the Alliance and the Horde built two ports on the shores of the Howling Fjord, Valgarde and Vengeance Landing. The vrykul of the Dragonflayer clan turned against Valgarde, launching attacks led by Ingvar the Plunderer from the fortress of Utgarde Keep. In turn, the Winterskorn clan turned against Vengeance Landing. The dwarven Explorer's League began excavating Dragonflayer ruins near Valgarde, speculating that the vrykul were related to humans. Thoralius the Wise, sent an Alliance adventurer into the spirit world to uncover the vrykul's past, where they found two visions of the past which revealed the events described above, thus revealing that there was no "missing link"; rather, the vrykul themselves were the missing link – they were the progenitors of humanity. Other vrykul were seen around Northrend, often helping the Scourge. They held competitions where many elite warriors competed for the chance to become powerful undead servants of the Lich King. The victors were made undead and became known as the Ymirjar, those who were not successful, or who fell in battle with adventurers, were turned into vargul instead. The val'kyr, winged spirits of vrykul women with vast necromantic powers under the control of the Lich King, raised them. Those in Valkyrion aspired towards this state. However, even the vrykul loyal to the Scourge were fighting each other. Other vrykul refused the call of the Lich King, such as a small holdout of hyldnir situated in Brunnhildar Village who reasserted their loyalty to the titans, or at least to the Keeper Thorim. One of their number, Sif, had been Thorim's wife a long time ago, and they held a contest, the Hyldsmeet, to see which among them would prove worthy to rule alongside Thor in her place. Within the halls of Ulduar, a number of vrykul could be found as members of the Twilight's Hammer. ]Loken also used the Forge of Wills to create new titan-forged vrykul, iron vrykul uncorrupted by the curse of flesh, to serve him. By the time the Ashen Verdict invaded to Icecrown Citadel, most of the vrykul loyal to the Scourge had been either killed or wiped out entirely in Icecrown. Some of the remaining val'kyr pledged themselves to Sylvanas Windrunner becoming part of the Forsaken.

Back On Dragon Wing (Year 28): A group of vrykul became elite drake riders who served as Deathwing's personal guard, led by Warmaster Blackhorn.

The Family Tree (Year 30): Lorewalker Cho showed an undead their ancestors and two vrykul appeared as the character's furthest ancestors, confirming humanity's evolutionary line.

Broken Shores, Broken Giants (Year 32): The vrykul of Stormheim on the Broken Isles were ruled by the unnamed husband of Queen Bretta until his son, Jarl Skovald, murdered him with the help of his brothers Voldgar, Agnol, Uldgar. The brothers then turned on each other, with Skovald being victorious. He then fought his mother at Kingsfall Pass and proclaimed himself king. Gul'dan approached God-King Skovald with an offer to join the Burning Legion and receive ultimate power, or be destroyed. Skovald and his Tideskorn vrykul allied themselves with the Burning Legion and sought to claim one of the Pillars of Creation for their demonic masters. To gain access to the Halls of Valor, Skovald perverted the ancient trials that open the Gates of Valor. During the Trial of Might, he shattered Yotnar instead of besting him and tried to destroy Aggramar's Vault so that no one else could know the criteria for the other trials from the titan databases. In the Trial of Will, he enslaved the Thorignir. During the Trial of Valor, he used the Bonespeakers to attempt to enslave the souls of the ancient rulers of Stormheim, forcing them to give their blessing. Odyn, under the disguise of Havi, guided an order champion in their quest to beat the trials and retrieve the Aegis before Skovald. While the Felskorn assaulted the Gates of Valor, both challengers met, but Skovald left the fight before there could be a victor.The champions proceeded to beat Odyn's own challenges within the Halls of Valor, and earned the right to wield the Aegis of Aggramar. Skovald suddenly appeared however, demanding that Odyn acknowledge his claim to the Aegis, a protest that Odyn said came too late. Skovald attempted to claim the Aegis by force, but was killed. Other vrykul remained loyal to Odyn. These Valarjar vrykul mainly inhabited Valdisdall. An adventurer who fought a pit lord by Odyn alongside other vrykul who took up arms against the demons was uplifted by Odyn and made Battlelord of the Valarjar armies. A forgotten tomb named Tomb of the Old Kings contained the remains of several great vrykul Kings. Odyn sent his Battlelord, with the help of Hruthnir son of Magnar, in the tomb to reclaim the armament of the Black Wyrm from the hand of the King Magnar Icebreaker. However the tomb was deconsecrated by the unholy magic from the Burning Legion and the guardian didn't recognize the Odyn's envoys. The Battlelord and Hruthnir fought the tortured spirits of Magnar and his soldiers. Vanquished, Magnar recognised his son and gave the Scale of the Earth-Warder to the Battlelord to avenge his death in fighting Helya. The spirits of Magnar and his soldiers were sent to the Halls of Valor. In the Shield Hill, the spirit of Gorvold Ironbrow was called by the Tahu Sagewind and Orik Trueheart in order to find the place of a powerful artefact of the Light against the demons. The Gorvold's Story led the paladins group to the Tomb of the Old Kings. Inna the Cryptstalker tried to stop the despoilers to enter in the tomb but she was killed by the paladins. In the Shrine of the Truthguard, Yrgrim the Truthseeker, champion of Tyr, and Runeshaper Griselda challenged the paladin's group and lost the battle. He accepted his defeat and gave Truthguard for the future Highlord of the Silver Hand to become the new champion of Tyr. Later, Prustaga helped the Unseen Path to penetrate in the Tomb of the Old Kings in order to find a powerful artifact against the Legion. When they entered the tomb of Warlord Volund, his spirit was awakened. Taking the intruders for thieves, he decided to defend his tomb. When his spirit had been vanished, Prustaga betrayed the Unseen Path and took the Titanstrike. Her next and last move was to lead her vrykul followers to the Temple of Storms in order to absorb the powers of the storm and the makers. Finally, she has been killed with several of her followers by an alliance between Thorim and the Unseen Path. Next, several vrykul from Valarjar led by Thorim, Hymdall and the Battlelord helped to the free Hodir, who was trapped in Felblaze Ingress by Lady Ran'zara and her demons. Sigryn, the heir of God-King Skovald, was prophesized by Eyir long ago to unite the Tideskorn against the Burning Legion. Seeking to make right the damage done by her father, Sigryn decided to fulfill her destiny. She defeated the leaders of the Bonespeakers and Drekirjar in single combat and forced them to acknowledge her claim. But when her brother Torvald, whom she believed was long dead, revealed that the assassination of their family was orchestrated by Odyn himself, which Eyir confirmed, Sigryn was consumed by anger. She let the fel power in her blood consume her and headed to the Halls of Valor in an attempt to confront Odyn. Fortunately, an order champion was able to dissuade her before she faced Odyn, who would not have been kind to her. She apologized to Eyir for her rampage and sought her judgement. Despite her misgivings, Sigryn showed that she possessed the strength and willpower to overcome the fel, something no vrykul had done before. Eyir thus decided that, instead of being punished, she was to assume the burden of the crown, and rule the Tideskorn as their God-Queen.

Free Trade (Year 33): After Zandalar opened its port to non-trolls, a group of vrykul traders arrived to sell their wares. Enges, a vrykul Fjarnskaggl trader can also be found in Boralus Harbor.

Physical traits

Life expectancy: Vrykul have an unknown life span, however some such as Ymiron have lived for thousands of years.

Height: There is no confirmed height for vrykul but the are known as half-giants and have been compared to ogres who are 7-10 foot tall.

Eye colour: Depending on the type of vrykul, they can have many different colours of eye. Frost types may have white or blue eyes whereas those working with the Legion can have green eyes. Pure vrykul tend to have brown eyes.

Cosmetics: Cairne Bloodhoof described them in the following way: "They looked like humans - if humans were larger than tauren and sometimes had skin that was covered in ice, or made of metalor stone."

Personality traits

Do Our Dirty Work: They tend to see see manual labor as beneath them, and as such they use mindless undead to dig tunnels and also use slaves in the Saronite Mines.

A Warrior State Of Mind: Vrykul see strength in battle as a valuable asset with both male and female fighters filling their ranks.

Other races: Vrykul may see the other races as weak due to their

Other creatures: They have various types of mount: proto-dragons, polar bears, mammoths and felsteeds they use for travel and battle.

Culture

Languages: Their primary language is Vrykul.

Government: The different and factions types of vrykul have their own leaders. Originally, they were all under Ymiron and his wife Queen Angerboda. The Iron Vrykul were led by Loken by are currently led by Odyn. The Hyldnir were under the Lich King and now by Thorim. Val'kyr answer to whatever their faction dictates: some formerly to the Lich King and now to either Eyir, Sylvanas or Helya. The Ymirjar were presumably under Ymiron with their secondary leader being Kreug Oathbreaker. The Vargul were solely under the Lich King. The Kvaldir follow Helya and Drottinn Hrothgar. The Drust are ruled under Gorak Tul and Ulfar. God-Queen Sigryn rules the Tideskorn.

Military: They serve their respective factions as Hunters, Mages, Shamans, Warlocks, Warriors, Death knights, mystics, Seers and Druids.

Religion: Many revere their titanic creators, though have veered off in different beliefs such as those who believed the Lich King to be a god of death.

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