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Info

Full name: witchdoktor div
Race: goblyn
Unit: Horde Blood Valley

Realm: Nan Belegorn
Pyke
Started: August 2002
Weapon of Choice: glittering, bloody madness

History

A name is a powerful, mystical thing no matter its seeming banality, its apocryphal origin, or the thing that has been named. The incomprehensible span of everything suddenly becomes finite, less terrifying once a word is conjured for it: universe. One hopes there is nothing beyond the illuminated corners of their perceptions. What arrogance, to diminish perfection by trying to master it.

And so our story begins at the apex of a volcano.

A wisp of wind, only visible by the grains of sand it carried, called Um whipped and licked frantically about the sides of the brobdingnagian mountain, trying now and again to enter the smoking chasm at Her peak. The smoldering pit spewed forth Her innards with such a fierce guffaw that the whimpering Um was powerless to penetrate Her. Um stared into that jeering viscera, terrified of the churning orogeny. So afraid was Um that he could do only one thing to ease his horror in the face of She: he gave her a name.

As he fled over the red sands, the rasping ghost whispered the slanderous "Uhr" into the wind. The insult trailed in its cowardly wake, breaking on the sides of the belching black behemoth. She had no care for the word of Um, would not be moved by him and so She remained.

Far from the mountain, the crippled vermin Um took it upon himelf to use his lie to diminish Her in the minds of the world. He spread the myth that the great volcano--beholden only to him--stayed Her destruction at his bidding and all would be wise to revere him in his power. Um's pretension poisoned the ears of creatures far and wide, deluding them into a misguided ease and apathy. Utopian societies thrust up from the humble earth, banal and righteous--never measured against their greatest opposition as they hardly gave it a thought. Foolishly they used Her false name in fairy tales--as if it were heedlessly imagined by some long dead poet who forgot the terror and ecstasy of oblivion--while they used the name of Um to fill the boring, empty spaces of their lives. They even uttered it absent-mindedly in the silence between trivial words. The story of Uhr became a toothless threat, looming far away terrifically over the endless scorched desert, the time when She stood nameless drifted long from the memories of the world and eventually even from myth.

Nearly everyone forgot the source of all nightmares… nearly.

Few remembered. In spite of the countless times history collapsed upon itself and subsequently revived, there were those who survived it all. Secretly, on the edge of the light, of thought, of madness--timeless beings floated in the liquid shadows of existence. Only they remembered the volcano as She once was--the black humored and bloody mother. She whom they would never name for fear of stealing her majesty, her horror, her awesome and unfathomable power to end--truly end--the world entire. “She”... even that they could barely utter without reticence. Yes, they feared Her greatly, but even more so they loved Her, for she was the dark heart of everything. Her shadow enveloped them, granting them solace from the cruel light of fainter and fairer creatures so quick to engage in busy frivolity yet condemn the profound truth that haunted the corner of every eye. No, these dwellers of the volcano knew better than to try to harness this most authentic and ancient perfection. To name her at all was blasphemy, and so they remembered her as nothing but “She”, living in constant, almost paralyzing awe of her shuddering enormity and forever cursing the false god that dared collar her with that reviled name of “Uhr” as if to tame her. They spent their waking hours contemplating this truth as the rest of the world forgot, filled all the space they could with light and activities and constructs and myths to avoid the darkness.

One unfortunate night, a great light came. It illuminated the vast lands surrounding the volcano, obliterating all darkness in a great, cataclysmic flash--blinding even the gods beyond time for the briefest of moments. All was bright, immaculate white for that infinitesimal point in time save for She--She was a defiant, inky stain on the universe--though the sanctuary of her shadow was torn from her children and they disintegrated instantaneously in that cold, hideous blaze. Not even a silent scream erupted from their ancient gullets, just the soft hiss of ones turned to ash at her great obsidian roots.

And thus faded the only creatures to know and love Her as She truly was: The nameless terror. The rest of the world cleaved to the dishonest title so foolishly draped about Her like garrish cleric’s robes and slept more peacefully that night and for many nights to follow, feeling safer now that all of creation agreed upon a face, a name, a definition for their unknown nightmares. Denial painted for them a very pretty mask, which paled in comparison to the elegant truth of Her incomprehensible and maddening splendor, but their fear lashed that fumbling, clumsy facade to Her and they were comforted. They had suppressed and chained the inconceivable chaos like a rabid beast.

Chaos, however, cannot be resisted for long. Pissran flew over the dying behemoth, furious and pissing as always, and loosed her stream into the mouth of the volcano… and so the two bitches birthed a child of molten piss: a daughter with wide, wild eyes and skin green as a cypress needle, charred by the fingers of the earth. A goblyn with no twin with which to split the soul emerged fully grown, insane and dripping with fire. Waves of frenetic anger exuded in a simmering heat from her skin, her blood boiling with a raw and splendid madness just beneath the surface.

So came div, the erratic, perversion of the divine, daughter of the corrupted earth.

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Wolfpack Opener 06
Buttwars 06
Mel 2006
Armageddon V
Equinox 2006
Oktoberfest 06
Buttwars 07
Mel 2007
Oktoberfest 07
Wolfpack Opener 08
Buttwars 08
Mel 2008
Oktoberfest 08
Mel 2009
Oktoberfest 09
Mel 2010
CW 2010
Oktoberfest 10
Mel 2011
WW 2011
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Oktoberfest XVII

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