Sargeras knew the inevitability of what he faced, and as he contemplated the issue, fear, doubt, and despair threatened to overwhelm him. His solution was the only one. The universe itself would have to be purged. Fortunately, Sargeras had that army at his disposal. On Mardum, countless demons prowled the surface of the bloated, fel-twisted world.
In a single, defining instant, Sargeras shattered the world and set the demonic hordes free, unleashing a torrent of fel energy that twisted and warped him from Titan to a begin composed of fel flame and hatred. He imbued those demonic hordes with his power, and offered them a choice — join his cause, or be destroyed.
Few declined his offer, and those few were summarily slain as promised. But one world has captured his attention, time and time again: Azeroth. And it also happens to have a lot of Old God inhabitants busy at work trying to thoroughly infect the planet.
Corrupt, create new demons, and wipe it clean of all mortal life. But it remains to be seen whether the Burning Legion actually understands what Sargeras ultimately intends to do. Azeroth presents another conundrum. Originally, Sargeras was likely out to destroy the world. A world-soul that powerful would produce a Dark Titan even more powerful. But after the events in the War of the Ancients, Sargeras had a vision in which he witnessed the world-soul opening one eye and affixing him with its gaze.
He was enraptured. And it appears that his purpose may have shifted from destroying the world, to simply corrupting the world-soul himself. After all, a fel Titan would be remarkably helpful in scouring existence from the cosmos. But above all else, there is this: Sargeras believes he is right. He cannot fathom a future in which he is wrong. He cannot comprehend a cosmos capable of fighting the Void on its own.
And despite his choices, his brutal path is one that is paved with the best of intentions. New replies are no longer allowed. Did Sargeras die? Lore Story. He did. Blizzard added nothing else so far. Does death mean something in this universe? Illidan was killed. He smote the nathrezim with a single blow, rage and anguish burning through his soul. His heart ached with sorrow and turned his attention to the black world itself, knowing there was only one way to stop the dark titan from rising.
With a heave of his blade, Sargeras split the world in two. The resultant explosion consumed the Old Gods and their energies, but it killed the nascent titan as well. Sargeras returned to the rest of the Pantheon and summoned Aggramar to his side. Before the gathered titans, Sargeras recounted his discoveries. He expressed his growing fear that existence itself was already flawed.
Only by burning away all of creation could the titans stand a chance of thwarting the void lords' ultimate goal. In Sargeras's mind, even a lifeless universe was better than one dominated by the Void. Life had taken root in the cosmos before. Perhaps after the physical universe was scoured of corruption, life would take root once again.
This idea horrified the rest of the Pantheon and Sargeras, overcome with despair and feelings of betrayal, stormed away from the other titans. He knew well that his kin would never see reason. And if they would not help him expel the void lords' corruption, then he would do it. This was the last time the titans of the Pantheon would see him as one of their own. Deep within a world's core, the spirit of a mighty and noble titan stirred to life.
One day, it would be known as Azeroth. They slammed into Azeroth's surface, embedding themselves in different locations across the world [17] and in the depths of the Great Dark, Aggramar continued his quest to eradicate all signs of demonic influence. It was during his long and lonely journeys that Aggramar sensed something extraordinary: the tranquil dreams of a slumbering world-soul, billowing across the cosmos.
The song of life led him to a world that the Pantheon had not yet discovered, a world they would later name "Azeroth". Yet as Aggramar drew closer to Azeroth and beheld the world, horror seized him. Void energies shrouded the world's surface like a layer of diseased flesh. Miraculously, the nascent titan's spirit remained uncorrupted, but Aggramar knew it was only a matter of time before it succumbed to the Void.
Aggramar sought counsel with the rest of the Pantheon, informing them of his discovery. The Pantheon could not abandon their own siblings to the clutches of the void lords and they unanimously agreed to save Azeroth, no matter the cost.
Under the guidance of the great forger Khaz'goroth , the Pantheon crafted an army of enormous servants from the crust of Azeroth itself: the aesir and the vanir. Collectively, these creatures would be known as the titan-forged. By toppling the most powerful bastion on Azeroth, the keepers believed they could crush their enemies. Y'Shaarj was more powerful than the keepers had expected, though, and the Pantheon grew concerned that the Old God would overwhelm their servants.
Aman'Thul himself reached down through Azeroth's skies and took hold of Y'Shaarj's body. With a heave of his arm, he tore the Old God from the crust of the world. In that moment, Y'Shaarj's gargantuan bulk was ripped apart. Y'Shaarj was dead, but its tendrils had bored more deeply through Azeroth than Aman'Thul had ever imagined.
In excising the Old God from the world, he had ripped a wound in Azeroth's surface. Volatile arcane energies--the lifeblood of the nascent titan--erupted from the scar and roiled out across the world. The keepers labored day and night, crafting magic wards around the gaping wound to clot the escaping lifeblood. Eventually, the energies calmed and settled into balance. All that remained of the scar was an immense lake of scintillating energy that the keepers would call the " Well of Eternity ".
Sargeras, having broken all ties with the Pantheon, meditated on the fate of the universe. He finally concluded that the only way to spare the universe was to purge it in fire. Thus his grand Burning Crusade would begin. To accomplish this Burning Crusade, Sargeras required a vast force of unquenchable rage.
He knew of only one place that held such power and potential: Mardum, the Plane of Banishment. Over the ages, the prison became bloated with fel magic and vengeful demons. Their presence had warped Mardum, transforming it into a realm of nightmare. Sargeras quelled his remaining apprehension and tore the prison asunder. The subsequent explosion of fel magic was powerful beyond even what the titan had imagined.
Violent energies enveloped Sargeras, surging through his veins and searing his very soul. His eyes burst in gouts of emerald fire.
Fel volcanoes ignited across his once-noble form, splitting his skin apart and revealing a furnace of hate. In shattering the prison, Sargeras had ruptured the boundary between the Great Dark and the Twisting Nether. A monstrous celestial maw, limned in a storm of emerald fire, had ripped through the fabric of reality. Demons of every shape and size poured into the physical universe from this rift, howling in triumph at their release.
Sargeras imbued the ravenous masses with his power, uniting them as one in an inferno of fel magic. Though many demons had previously tapped into the energies of the Nether, none had ever experienced the pure might and rage found in Sargeras's fel. He offered a simple pact in exchange for the demons' newfound power: fight at his command, or be extinguished.
It was not a difficult choice for the demons and to thwart the void lords, Sargeras unleashed his new army - his Burning Legion - upon the innumerable worlds of the Great Dark.
And as more news of the Burning Legion's atrocities reached Aggramar, he hunted down the army. Aggramar arrived just in time to witness the Legion scouring yet another world, and he saw the being leading it: his mentor and greatest friend, Sargeras.
Knowing that he could not sway Sargeras with words, he challenged his former mentor to single combat. The two greatest warriors came to blows and Aggramar soon found himself outmatched, as he was uniquely susceptible to fel magic.
In a desperate counterattack, Aggramar summoned all the power at his command and struck at Sargeras. Their blades met, igniting an explosion of fel and arcane power.
When the energies subsided, Sargeras and Aggramar saw that both of their weapons had been shattered. Heavily wounded by the blast, Aggramar retreated from the battle and returned to the rest of the Pantheon. The Pantheon could not fathom how to stop such a threat, yet they agreed that they could not sit idly by. Girded for war, the combined might of the Pantheon confronted Sargeras and his unholy Legion near a world named Nihilam.
Aman'Thul called out to Sargeras, pleading with him to abandon his Crusade. He told Sargeras of Azeroth, a fledgling world-soul with more potential than any of the Pantheon had ever seen, a being strong enough to defeat the void lords in due time. Sargeras was unmoved and as a last resort, Aggramar laid down his arms and approached the fallen titan.
Aggramar recounted tales of their battles, reminding him of the oaths they had sworn to protect creation, but nothing even his cherished protege could say would ever change his mind. With a howl of rage and sorrow, Sargeras struck him down, his ruined fel blade nearly cleaving the titan in two.
Infuriated by the murder, the Pantheon launched an assault on Sargeras and his Legion. Stars withered and died as the battle raged across the cosmos, scarring vast stretches of reality.
Nihilam, known thereafter as the Doom World, became warped and twisted by the apocalyptic conflict. The titans wielded powers incomprehensible to mortal minds, yet they could not overcome Sargeras's fel-fueled might. The fallen titan decimated the Pantheon members with fel fire until he had broken their will to fight.
To seal their demise, he summoned a massive fel storm that would consume their bodies and souls alike. Yet just as the onslaught of energy washed over the defeated titans, Norgannon , master magician , made one last attempt to stave off oblivion. Norgannon bent the raw energies of the universe to his will, weaving a shroud around each of the Pantheon titans' spirit and launching them into the Great Dark.
While the titans' disembodied souls hurtled through the cosmos, Sargeras's fel storm obliterated what remained of their physical forms. Unaware that the spirits had survived, Sargeras declared the Burning Legion victorious. The Pantheon was no more, and he now had clues about a world-soul called Azeroth. The fight with the Pantheon had exposed a flaw in his seemingly unstoppable army. For all of Sargeras's vast power and intellect, he could not direct his entire army at once.
Demons were vicious and bloodthirsty, but most lacked strategic thinking. Much of the Legion had fallen needlessly to the Pantheon. This was easy for a warrior due to Charge avoid fall damage if you use it immediately and Pummel interrupt. First few tries on Avatar are disastrous. I can't react fast enough to leap to safety. I will report back in when I have more time to push. Edit: All of this went out the window in 9. This is now very, very difficult to solo-- probably won't be possible until She hoped it would remain dormant, buried deep within the earth, but the lure of power has continued to draw foul entities to this site.
Goroth — As punishment for past failures, Goroth's flesh is marred with searing wounds. With every movement this behemoth makes, his flesh crackles and hisses with unending torment, a scourge he is happy to inflict upon those who oppose him.
Demonic Inquisition — Anticipating the arrival of mortal forces invading the Tomb of Sargeras, Kil'jaeden has called on his best captors, Atrigan and Belac, to lock down the interlopers and prevent them from using the Pillars to advance deeper into the dungeon.
Harjatan — Harjatan was trained from birth to demolish his enemies. Through a conquest of savage brutality, he gathered throngs of cave dwelling murlocs who see him as a god. Now, the naga brute merely has to bark a command and hordes of devout followers set themselves to task. Sisters of the Moon — The Sisters of the Moon served as wardens for the temple long before the avatar of Sargeras was buried beneath it.
Even in death, the sisters maintained their vigil, but over the millennia something twisted their ability to distinguish friend from foe. Their madness slowly consumed them, and now any who enter their sacred chambers are put to death. Mistress Sassz'ine — Mistress Sassz'ine has spent a lifetime binding the denizens of the ocean to her dark will. With this power, she summons nightmares from the briny depths to wash away any who dare challenge her. This foul machine draws upon the energy of the dead, twisting them into abominations.
Due to this corruption, these tormented spirits have become monstrosities, looking to feed on any who descend into the tomb's depths. Maiden of Vigilance — Charged by Aegwynn to defend the Tomb of Sargeras, the Maiden of Vigilance has stood watch for hundreds of years. Yet, the guardian did not forsee what effect the avatar's seeping fel energy would have on this titan construct.
Slowly warped by this maleficence, the Maiden now seeks to destroy any in her path. In an effort to seal it away, the armor was entombed beneath the Temple of Elune, where it remained dormant for hundreds of years.
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