The Tales of Shio
OOC: A horribly long piece which I eventually intend to stick on the WoW forums as a PIE advertisement The end part has been adapted and stolen from my earlier Visions thread - if you're wondering where you read it earlier
I am named Shio, de youngest son of de warrior Jin’ta an’ de shaman Shayla, an’ dis is but a small part of my tale. Perhaps one day, I shall tell people of de time of my childhood when we still lived upon our homeland; of de invasion of de murlocs an’ how I saw de great Warchief Thrall for de first time; of realisin’ dat my path in life was to follow de ways of de shaman. But today, I tell de mos’ important story of my life, dat my brod’ers an’ sisters hear de tale an’ mebbe come to understand de message dat I bear.
It was but a year ago, as I lived in de peaceful Sen’jin Village wid my family. The day was clear, an’ de sea calm – a perfect day fo’ fishin’. Normally, I would go fishin’ wid my great Tauren frien’, a grizzled old warrior by de name of Granthar Stonehide, an’ he would regale me wid de tales of de many battles he had fought at de sides of Thrall an’ Cairne Bloodhoof. An’ each time de conversation would come to de battle of Mount Hyjal, where all de honourable races fought side by side to fend off de demons an’ der Scourge pawns, and he would lament how our races seemed at de brink of war. Even den, Shio saw de wisdom of de old Tauren’s words an’ how der should be peace. Many a day we spen’ fishing in de calm seas. But today, Granthar was late an’ so Shio left to de shores to fish alone.
It was out of de corner of my eye dat I saw de strange white glint; I turned to see a figure, seated upon a beautiful white mount, armour shinin’ in de noon sun. In Shio’s naivety I stared back at dis figure; it was de firs’ human Shio had ever seen, an’ his mind was full of de tales of de bravery an’ honour of de humans an’ Jaina Proudmoore dat Granthar spoke of so often. So I turned to de human, an’ I stared, wonderin’ what de man would do.
Whatever it was I expected, Shio did not expect de paladin to charge.
Only when de man was barely upon me did I realise dat dis man wished to kill me an’ so I turned an’ ran, wid only a fish pole an’ line to defen’ myself it would have been suicide to stay. I ran, listenin’ to de gallop of de horse hooves in de sand jes’ behind me, an’ I is t’inking ‘Why is dis human chasing me, what is it I have done!?’ Then Shio’s back is fire; an arrow shot from de paladin seeks true into my shoulder. I trip an’ fall, an’ I t’ink dat de time fo’ de spirits to claim mine has come. But den, der came a yell, de sound of t’undering hooves and suddenly I is scooped into de arms of Granthar as he pulls me to my feet. “Go Shio, to yo’ village!” he bellowed, den in one movement he threw Shio clear into de sea an’ out of danger an’ pulls out his great mace to turn an’ face de paladin. Shio knows who won; but Granthar does no’ speak of it. I fear dat his ideals, dey were crushed by de paladin who would murder a helpless Darkspear child dat day.
Shio ran to his home; an’ he see in horror dat wit’in de very place he has known as a safe home for so long are more Alliance, stormin’ into de tiny village on der great mounts an’ slaying de Darkspear trolls. I stood in de sea for so long, watchin’ de carnage, tryin’ to understand why it is de Alliance attack dese people. De people of Sen’jin were never a t’reat; dey have not de power an’ skill to match to dese warriors of the Alliance. Why den, are de Alliance der an’ killin’ dese people? Even to dis day, Shio can only t’ink of one answer – because dey wanted der blood, an’ all because dey were trolls.
Perhaps out of panic I ran back into de village despite de fightin’, searching fo’ my mot’er an’ fad’er. I searched, seein’ no sign; den I hear de great whinny of de Alliance mount an’ turn to see de great steed rearing up as I get in it’s way. The warrior upon it’s back, he glares down at me from beneat’ his helmet wid eyes so full of hate dat Shio only stop an’ stare in horror. He curses me, spits upon me, den raises de mace in his hand, an’ I t’ink now, now is de time my time is over.
I hear de wet t’ud of a mace striking into a skull, but I am no’ der an’ I am falling, for someone pushed me out of de way. Der body falls upon me as I fall and I stare at a face dat is no longer a face but crushed like a bird egg ‘tween my fingers; I see de dark plaited hair of Shio’s mot’er in de blood.
De warrior upon his shining horse, he raises de mace for a second blow, at Shio. I wait for de blow, knowin’ dat dis Alliance, he is filled wid de bloodlus’ of demons an’ dat not’ing will stop dis man. He raises de mace, an’ he hold it der. As Shio stared, blood trickled from his mout’ an’ he fell from de horse, de spear of my fad’er buried in de man’s back.
In de aftermath, as de Horde chased down de remnants of de Alliance an’ drove dem back to de lan’s dey came from, Shio was angry. I was angry, for de Alliance had tried to kill me, de people of Sen’jin an’ slain my mot’er…an’ why? Why had dey? Dese people, dey had killed trolls youn’ an’ old, male an’ female, for no odder reason dan to see der blood spilled upon de ground. As de Darkspear priests an’ Earthmother shamans tended to de dead an’ wounded, Shio feels not’ing but hate for dem. My fad’er promised great an’ terrible curses to dose who had killed his beloved wife an’ people, wishin’ upon dem de same war dat dey had brought to us. An’ Shio wanted it too – Shio wanted to see de blood of dese people seepin’ t’rough his hands onto de ground, I wanted to hear de wailin’ in de night as dey mourned der wives an’ children as de people of Sen’jin did now. For de first time since de death of my older brod’er Ko’ji my father talked to me as if I were his son, an’ we spoke of de blood we would spill togedder to avenge Shayla. In dat moment Shio would have done it; become de blood t’irsty warrior Jin’ta had always wished I was.
As de night drew in, Shio could not sleep, for de sight of his faceless mot’er skulked behind his eyes an’ she would no’ let him rest. I walked; out of Sen’jin an’ far into Durotar, no’ caring for de dangers of de raptors an’ venomtails. De t’oughts run t’rough my head; of sorrow an’ grief; of anger an’ vengeance; of de foolishness of Shio for ever t’inkin’ dat de Alliance could ever have been honourable people. I walked, until de wind spirits would carry Shio’s feet no more an’ I fell to de sand.
To dis day, Shio does not understand what happened next. But I tell it as it was, and perhaps one day de spirits will explain. As de darkness settled aroun’ me, I could hear dem; soft voices whisperin’ in de wind. Even when I am so angry, something made me listen. An’ dese voices, dey spoke of peace. Of der bein’ unity between de Horde an’ de Alliance. Of how even t’ough de Alliance would spit in der faces, pillage an’ raid der lands, an’ kill dem where dey stood – dey would stand true to der ideals in de face of adversity; dey would see peace brought to dese lands.
An’ Shio heard.
All at once I see, even wid my mind clouded with hate I could see, see how a revenge attack upon de Alliance would only perpetuate de bloodshed, no’ stop it; how murderin’ de human women an’ children in vengeance for our own would only lead to de Alliance killin’ mo’ of ours in der revenge. Dat in dis great cycle of murder, revenge an’ bloodshed der would only be one outcome – death to all, an’ de only victors would be de demons, laughin’ as dey pulled de strings of der puppets to bring de annihilation dey so desire. So it was dat Shio returned home to tell his fad’er dat he would no’ be tekin’ up de weapons to continue de cycle of death. Shio’s fad’er no’ speak to him any more after dis - but dis is no’ de important part of my tale. An’ upon reachin’ de age of manhood dat Shio left Sen’jin Village to fin’ de voices he heard on de win’ dat day.
So Shio came to find de people of PIE – de Guardians of de Empire, de people of de Horde who dare to wish fo’ peace. Since dis time Shio has met de Alliance again an’ again. I have marched wid PIE to defen’ our lands from der encroaches an’ murderous raids. I have fought an’ bled at der side in de Battle of Maestra’s Post in an effort to tell de Alliance dat we will no’ stand for dem killin’ our people. I have risked my own life to save dat of de enemy. I have been beaten to wid’in an’ inch of my life by dose of the Alliance who do no’ believe in peace as I do, spat upon by even my own brod’ers as I dare to wish fo’ peace. Yet still I will carry on an’ spread de message. I will no’ let de cycle of death destroy de Horde; nor de Alliance. Shio is no fool; der are Horde as bloodthirsty an’ cruel as ever de Alliance are; der are battles to be fought in our homeland as well as dose wid de Alliance. Yet fight we of PIE will; for we have de brains to know dat war is wron’ an’ de balls to stick to our ideals.
Many say dat de Horde, we are wrong for tekin’ in de Forsaken. De Forsaken have happened, an' Shio still t'ink it be right dat we tek dem in. I tell you somet'ing, if I were dead an' controlled by de demons, I be pretty pissed off wid de world too. To me, it only be right dat de vast majority of de dead, dey no happy an ' want to see misery an' contempt an' de like. But...an' dis is de point of de story...der be people who der who got more guts in 'em, more balls, more spirit to fall in wid de rest of de crowd. Der be people who say 'No! Dis no' right! We should no' let de past be an excuse for bein' bastards in de present!"
Dis is why Shio, he call Takumi his lord. Dis Takumi, an' his people, dey do dis. Dey stan' up for what be right, even do' de rest of de world mebbe laff at dem for it, mebbe even kill dem. De spirits favour dose people who got de balls to challenge de wrong ways of de world. So Shio lends dem his power wid de spirits, de spirits ask he do so an' I would trust ma life wid dem. Truly. Fo’ it is de strong side who challenges de status quo; no de weak one.
We will persevere, we will see dis to de end; for we are PIE, an’ we will fight on until the world is at peace or all burns in the hellfires of de Legion.