Findin’ Da Spiritz: Tides of Reflection
Following the journey of Vol'Xin, a small Goblin from the Iron Horde, as he seeks to connect with the elements and discovers the challenges that lie ahead. These events unfolded in IRP and have been translated into a four-part story.
Embarkin’ on Dah Journey
After conversing with Madoc’Lur, the Mothsham of the Iron Horde, Vol’Xin found himself in a position to seek out an Animist. However, his lack of interactions with the current shamans could prove to be a challenging obstacle.
Spending a day or two searching for the shamans of the elements, Vol’Xin eventually encountered an Elven Witch-Doctor, well-versed in the ways of the elements and their spirits.
The conversation enlightened Vol’Xin about the spirits around him and their domains. Though he had an idea of which element he might connect with, he remained open-minded to the possibilities that lay ahead.
He packed his bags and dragged a small raft with him, holding the little he had, and set out on a journey beyond the gates of Orcgrimmar. His path initially proved calm and simple, but as he wandered, thoughts of which element to seek out first filled his head like the mist around him. Eventually, he decided to let the elements guide him and attempted to bond with the ones he encountered first.
After a day of wandering, he seated himself near a large beach. Looking out towards the ocean, he felt discomfort as the waves crashed against the rocks. Detaching his belongings from the raft, he sat on top of it and pushed himself out onto the ocean.
As he floated away, the waves calmed themselves, and the winds offered him solitude—a chance for conversation. Reaching into his satchel, he grabbed a handful of herbs, mixed them together, and snorted them, entering a state of tranquillity and hallucination.
He extended his arms outwards, raising his voice; “Da spirit of da watah, Akathro, Vol’Xin be callin’ ya to show mi ah sign for ya konnektion'' he'd yell, gripping onto a boneward charm he had tied around his neck and ripping it off. He lowered the charm into the water slowly, hoping the spirit would converse with him or at least show a sign, continuing to yell: “Mi be offerin’ ya dis charm of mi kreation, karved from da bone of mi enemiez”
Time passed, his hallucinating state causing the water to reflect the light in a beautiful manner. He imagined unnatural fishes, nautical creatures, and clouded-dark entities floating in the water around him. Believing the spirits would protect him, his lack of response worried him; was he about to be consumed by the spirit of water? He thought to himself, staying on the raft until eventually, he softly began paddling his way back to the shores as fear set in.
Slowly but surely, he pushed himself along the water, the entities following his raft as he looked down. Vol’Xin did not find it enjoyable nor welcoming. This was not his destiny, and he was not convinced by the spirits' actions, gaining a disliking for the water.
As he reached the shore, he jumped off the raft in fear, crawling back to safety. Followed by heavy breathing and the persistent hallucinations, he imagined the spirit emerging from the water, speaking to him. The spirit warned him of the oceans and what would happen if he returned.
Vol’Xin quickly scrambled away, fearful of what the spirit might do. He ran deep into the sands where he was safe from the water.
Vol’Xin learned an important lesson that day and vowed to distance himself from Akathro. Swearing on his own life, he promised never to embark on such a journey into the oceans
again. He looked out towards where his raft would be sitting, held firmly onto the remaining herbs and food, and turned to the large mountains standing tall amongst the sand, heading to speak with the spirit of the wind, Fiarza.