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The Burning Legion has invaded azeroth once again and warriors are able to pick up 3 different
artifacts to empower them in this war.
For Protection warriors it's a mighty shield called the Scale of the Earth-Warder.
Long ago a great king called Magnar Icebreaker, wielded weapons crafted from a scale of the
mightiest dragon in the land.
He should be here in the halls of valor, but he is not, yet his son Hruthnir did make it
to the halls and has been turned into a mighty Valarjar.
"Go now.
Hruthnir awaits at the skylaunch to aid you."
Despite Helya locking away Odyn and his troops, Hruthnir is able to leave and joins us as
we venture forth into his fathers tomb.
"Let us cross blades sometime.
Our journey will be a quick one.
A single leap from Skyhold will take us to Azeroth.
Follow me!"
As we make our way into the tomb, battle with a fiendish imp and the restless undead, let's
talk about the history of this artifact and how a vrykul obtained a scale of none other
then Deathwing and turned it into a weapon.
When Odyn created the Halls of Valor, countless vrykul sought to prove themselves worthy of
joining the ranks of his mighty valarjar.
Perhaps none went to such lengths as the one who would become king: Magnar Icebreaker.
His victories in battle were beyond measure, and the strength of his deeds inspired others
to seek their own heroic legacy.
Many of his greatest deeds were accomplished with two legendary artifacts: the Scale of
the Earth-Warder and the Scaleshard.
Obtaining them nearly cost Magnar his life, but their power carried him to heights even
he never imagined were within reach.
Magnar's comrades gave him the name ""Icebreaker"" after his successful campaign in Northrend.
While hunting nests of nerubians, Magnar discovered a way to surprise the enemy.
Cracks in glacier walls could be turned into tunnels, allowing him to dig deep into enemy
strongholds and assault them from within.
As he traveled across Azeroth, Magnar saw many powerful creatures, but none enraptured
him so much as Neltharion, the Dragon Aspect of Earth.
Vrykul and dragons rarely had reason to interact, but over the years, Magnar never failed to
watch in awe when Neltharion flew overhead.
With Neltharion's lair close to the vrykul home of Stormheim, Magnar began to wonder
what might be waiting inside.
What marvels would the Earth-Warder's den hold?
What power could the vrykul obtain?
His curiosity would become an obsession.
Magnar Icebreaker convinced a raiding party of vrykul warriors to accompany him into Neltharion's
lair.
They waited until they saw the Dragon Aspect leave his mountain, and then they carefully
crept inside.
They hoped they would find treasure or artifacts; what they found instead was a host of enemies.
Though Neltharion was gone, many of his kin remained.
A colossal fight broke out in the smaller side caverns beneath Highmountain, pitting
the vrykul invaders against impossible odds.
Magnar led his party in a frantic run for an exit, but before they could escape, Neltharion
returned to his lair.
The Dragon Aspect, enraged at the trespassers, unleashed a single lethal breath of fire.
There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.
In desperation, Magnar grabbed a piece of debris from the ground--it was one of Neltharion's
cast-off scales.
It saved Magnar's life.
The blast of flame parted around the black scale, but the sheer force carried Magnar
out of the lair, sending him tumbling down the slopes of Highmountain.
Magnar was badly wounded, but he survived.
A black dragon's wrath was not easily shrugged away.
It took years for Magnar to recover from his injuries.
He spent the time examining the scale he had taken from Neltharion's lair.
He was in awe of its resiliency.
It had saved him from a fiery death without being so much as scratched or singed.
Magnar wanted the scale to be forged into a lasting armament, but no vrykul blacksmith
knew how to sculpt something so unusual.
As Magnar recuperated, he began to study the art of blacksmithing.
If nobody else knew how to unlock the scale's potential, he would learn to do it himself.
Few understood Magnar's motivations.
Most vrykul sought a place in the Halls of Valor through glory on the battlefield, not
by working a blacksmith's forge.
In time, Magnar would become known as a respectable smith in his own right.
The edges of his blades were often sharper and more precise than those of his peers.
They needed to be.
Magnar knew he would only have one opportunity to craft Neltharion's scale into a worthy
shield.
When the time came, Magnar retreated to his forge and began to work.
Days later, he emerged.
In his grasp were two armaments unlike any the vrykul had ever seen.
One was a shield of unimaginable endurance.
The other was a sword, polished to a fine edge.
It was the last time Magnar created a weapon.
He would never need another.
Magnar was already a respected warrior.
With his new sword and shield in his hands, he became a legend.
Tempered by his disastrous venture into Highmountain, he approached his campaigns with thoughtfulness
and discipline, and against his newly forged power, the enemies of the vrykul stood little
chance.
Other vrykul flocked to his side with each victory, believing that Magnar's astonishing
feats would usher them all into the Halls of Valor as Valarjar, immortal champions.
Before long, Magnar was leading a sizeable portion of the vrykul people.
Only a few years after forging his armaments, he was known as King Magnar Icebreaker.
Magnar Icebreaker eventually returned his sights to the region where he had made his
name: Northrend.
Remnants of the insectoid nerubian armies were once again emerging from their caves,
seeking to seize Ulduar and the titan machinery within it.
Against Magnar, they did not get far.
The king led his people against the nerubians, pushing them back to the entrance of Azjol-Nerub
itself.
So thorough was the nerubians' defeat that they ceased all aggression for millennia.
No vrykul doubted that Magnar would ascend to the Halls of Valor upon his death.
And even though Helya had sealed away Keeper Odyn and the Valarjar, she wondered if Magnar's
spirit would be strong enough to make the journey anyway.
King Magnar Icebreaker had his sights focused firmly on the city of Stormheim, now occupied
by Highborne elves.
The vrykul believed that their path to a glorious afterlife with Odyn would be cleared if they
once again held their ancestral home.
Helya and her followers knew this ambition would provide their best opportunity to bring
down Magnar... and with luck, his soul would be dragged to Helheim, not the Halls of Valor.
The vrykul launched a massive attack on Stormheim,
surprising the Highborne with their ferocity.
For weeks the two sides skirmished.
Magnar led the charge.
The Scale of the Earth-Warder protected him from the elves' arcane reprisals, and the
vrykul's assault scored immediate victories, building enough momentum to push the Highborne
out of the city entirely.
The elves' last chance to reclaim the city happened at Nightborne Pass.
The Highborne rallied their forces for a final counterattack, clashing with the vrykul in
a brutal, confined brawl.
In the end, the vrykul stood victorious.
The Highborne were forced to flee for their lives.
They never made a claim upon Stormheim again.
But it was then, at the moment of Magnar's biggest triumph, that betrayal fell upon him.
Mere moments after the vrykul secured their victory over the Highborne, the servants of
Helya struck.
Traitors arose within the vrykul's ranks to slaughter Magnar's closest confidants... and
his son, Hruthnir.
Amid the chaos, more of Helya's followers, the Helarjar, arrived to make sure Magnar
was killed.
After seeing his son butchered, Magnar was consumed with rage.
He became a whirlwind of death, killing every enemy within reach.
Countless Kvaldir and traitorous vrykul had fallen to his blade before, finally, they
brought him down.
His people were able to rally and prevent the Helarjar from claiming Stormheim, but
they were too late to save their king.
In death, Magnar's spirit lingered.
His rage stopped him from making the journey to the Halls of Valor... but it also kept
his soul from Helya's grasp.
For thousands upon thousands of years, he burned with righteous fury, hovering between
the life long past and the afterlife he deserved.
This is why his spirit lingers in the tomb and has not made the journey to the halls
of valor, but we're here now to make things right.
After defeating the guardians of the tomb that refuse to listen to Hruthnir, we open
the door to confront the spirit of his father.
"Curse Helya!
Curse her cowardly followers!
I'll not rest until she is dead."
"Here we are...Magnar's chamber!
Champion we must save him!
I will find the words to spur him on to the Halls of Valor, but he may resist the truth
and turn his guards against me.
Say the word and we shall begin."
"Father, it's me...your son.
Odyn sent me here to—" "You are not my son!
He is in the Halls of Valor, called by Odyn before his time!
Begone from here, trespassers!"
"It IS me.
I fell before you in the battle of the Pass.
We were betrayed!"
"My son died before my very eyes.
I FAILED to protect him!
You will not—" "I fell in battle.
We ALL fell.
None survived the onslaught.
Not even you!"
"Lies!
Can you not see my faithful soldiers?!"
"You died in glorious battle!
The halls of valor await.
Come with me, father!"
"ENOUGH OF THIS!
Guards, punish these outsiders for their insolence!"
Magnar refuses to listen, does not see his son for what he truly is so it's time to
smack some sense into him.
"Who are you demon?
Why do you torment me so?"
"I am the son of Magnar the Great, Champion of the Valarjar.
Father, look at me!
I am Hruthnir.
I am your son!"
"LIAR!
You will DIE for saying his name!
I shall send you to Hellheim myself!"
"I...have fallen.
Hruthnir...you are a valarjar?"
"I am, as you will be.
Come, let us go to the Halls of Valor.
THis mortal warrior will find the revenge you crave..."
"I see now.
My weapons are yours, warrior.
May they bring you glory as you strike down Helya's minions!"
"His weapons are yours now, champion.
There is nothing left for us here.
Let us feast in the Halls of Valor, together."
Pick up weapon, I have the powerrrrrrrrrrrrrr
We have done a great deed here today, Father and Son are reunited, Odyn has obtained a
mighty warrior and we have gained a powerful weapon.
The scale of the earth-warder will be our shield, a portion of the black dragon aspects
power before the old god's corruption overcame him.
With the sword Scaleshard in their other hand, protection warriors will wield these mighty
artifacts through their adventures on the broken isles and the war against the legion.
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