Soon the time came, and Lady Darkscale was forced to rally under command of Lord Illidan. Xel'Nog, as per her instructions, stayed behind and watched over the territory and undersea temple of Darkscale legacy. Now left alone, and with the only support gone, Other Royal Guards mocked upon the unusual abilities of Xel'Nog, which were far different from their own kin.
Nearly driven mad by the insulting taunts, Xel'Nog once came up on the surface and eased his mind by sitting alone. Days after days, Xel'Nog usually would surface up and sit alone, brooding over what was it that made him suffer all this... However, days became months, and yet, Nothing would come upon him...
One day, when he couldn't stand it at all, he rose up and with one swift motion, knocked out several of the mighty Royal Guards that were insulting his strength, and thereby, questioning upon his status as a proud Royal Guard. Seeing nearly half of the folks fell easily by the power of a single blow, rest fled for their lives and never would return to mock upon him or insult him.
Xel'Nog however, remained alone, faithfully upon his duty, haven't heard about a single word from his beloved mistress. But always believed that she would return, and he would then beg her to release from his long duty, for the slight glimpses of the Surface world had fascinated him and he wanted to explore more of it.
None of the Lords he prayed to would heed his prayers. Till the day, when the ominious news arrived that Lady Darkscale had been undone. All the legacy would belong to Lord Illidan now, and had appointed another as the watcher over the Sunken Darkscale Temple.
Heavy on heart, the blow fell. Xel'Nog's honor, position and status of a proud Royal Guard of the Darkscale dynasty was taken away in an instant. With his life, that held no meaning anymore, he exiled himself from the depths of the endless sea, and came over the surface world. When he arose, he found the small little island, on which the battle was about to break in. His heart broken, the only thing stood before him was one last hope... By offering his services to either of the sides and leading them to victory by his own deadly skill, perhalps he could regain his lost honor, and his pride...
He raised his Trydent and swam gracefully towards the isle...
...towards the Battle for the Conquest which was about to begin...
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