Hello everyone!
The Burning Legion has invaded azeroth once again and hunters are able to pick up 3 different
artifacts to empower them in this war.
For Beastmaster hunters it's going to be Titanstrike, a peerless example of techno-magical
engineering.
Grif Wildheart, a dwarf that used to teach dwarven hunters how to tame pets, has been
working with Brann Bronzebeard, searching the broken isles for any edge against the
legion.
They've discovered that Titanstrike is in the tomb of Warlord Volund somewhere on the
isle of Shield's Rest.
A vrykul guide named Prustaga will help us with breaking the wards and Grif knows what
we're thinking, vrykul are trouble, but this one hasn't taken a swing at him just
yet.
"Hop on and let's get moving!
Ol' Huey don't bite...much hehe!
To Shield's Rest!
Make yourself comfortable.
It's a bit of a ride to Stormheim."
"Seems Prust wants the Legion out of here as much as we do.
Worked night and day to find this tomb!"
"Prustaga!
Brought a friend to join us, as promised."
"I care nothing for firnedship, soft-earthen.
So long as this one helps us enter the tomb, I will tolerate the intrusion."
"Hmm...looks like some fools plundered the tomb and stirred up all sorts of spirits."
Warlords Volund: "Defiler...no...not yours...
Thief!
Coveter!
It belongs to me!"
"Pipe down!
We're after yer gun for a good cause, ghostie!"
"Enough chatter.
Move!"
Seem like the foolish paladins and warriors who went in here for their artifacts have
stirred up all sorts of spirits that are defending the tomb so as we make our way in and destroy
the wards guarding the tomb, let's talk about the history of titan strike and how
it ended up here:
Titanstrike was not conceived by a mortal mind, nor was it crafted by mortal hands.
This rifle traces its origins to a mirthful being named Mimiron.
He was one of the keepers, a race of noble creatures who warred with the Old Gods and
imprisoned the wicked entities beneath the earth.
Some of Mimiron's fellow keepers could wield the fury of storms while others were mighty
warriors.
Mimiron's strength was not physical but mental, his intellect and creativity had no equal.
Day and night, Mimiron tinkered away at unique mechanisms.
He was especially fond of experimenting with weapons that the keepers and their servants
could use to protect Azeroth.
When the earthen suggested that Mimiron make something that could strike at enemies from
a distance, the keeper devoted himself to the challenge.
Before long, he developed the first firearm in history, a rifle known as Titanstrike.
Mimiron's inventions rarely worked as intended though.
At least, not at first.
He embraced the process of trial and error, often to the detriment of his faithful servants,
the clockwork mechagnomes.
While testing one of the earliest versions of Titanstrike, Mimiron set part of his workshop
on fire and damaged over a dozen mechagnomes.
The keeper learned a great deal from the disaster.
After repairing his injured servants, Mimiron fine-tuned Titanstrike.
He took the next prototype to a stormy mountain peak, a remote place where no one would be
injured if the weapon went haywire.
Mimiron's decision to test Titanstrike atop a mountain peak proved disastrous, but it
was also illuminating.
He had forged the newest version of the rifle with a mix of rare metal alloys that unintentionally
attracted electricity.
When Mimiron fired the weapon, a bolt of lightning leapt from a storm cloud and blasted Titanstrike
into two pieces.
Mimiron wasn't angry or disappointed, he was ecstatic.
The accident gave him an idea.
The keeper would reassemble Titanstrike, and he would embrace its connection to the elements.
He would infuse it with the power of storms, but in order to make his idea reality, he
needed Keeper Thorim.
Thorim commanded the crackling powers locked within the skies.
His lair, the Temple of Storms, acted as a conduit for thunder and lightning.
It would serve as the perfect forge to remake Titanstrike.
One day, as an angry tempest churned over the temple, the two keepers went to work.
Thorim wrestled with the winds and the lightning until they bent to his will.
He gathered the storm, and all its fury, into a concentrated orb of energy called the Thunderspark,
and then he bound it to his temple.
Mimiron was at the ready.
He channeled the Thunderspark into Titanstrike.
Lightning rocked the temple before the keeper finally sealed the wrathful storm inside the
rifle.""
The earthen have a legend of a time when 'the sky went mad.'
It is said that thunder rolled through the heavens from distant corners of Azeroth for
weeks on end.
Most of the keepers thought something terrible had happened, that the sky itself had broken,
but Mimiron ignored the sounds.
Several keepers, led by Loken, followed the thunderous noise across the world.
They finally tracked its source to an island far to the south, where monstrous devilsaurs
and other scaled creatures roamed.
There, the keepers discovered Thorim and his two worgs, Hati and Skoll, in the midst of
a hunt.
Loken hurried to the keeper's side to warn him of the sky's unrest.
That was when he realized that Thorim himself was responsible for it.
Thorim had received Titanstrike from Mimiron shortly after its creation, and he'd wasted
no time using it in his favorite hunting grounds.
His own energies amplified the rifle's explosive power.
Every time he fired it, a thunderclap would split the heavens and rumble over the world.
Now Yogg-Saron's whispers from hos prison would eventually lead to betrayal and shatter
the unity of the keepers.
Most were imprisoned within their fortress of Ulduar too which Thorim sank into depression
and secluded himself in the Temple of Storms.
Even hunting no longer made him happy, and he stored Titanstrike in his lair.
Ages passed, and the keepers' servants spread across the icy north.
The vrykul formed clans and sought to dominate the land.
A warrior named Volund yearned for more than that.
He dreamed of lording over every vrykul and to do so, he searched for the powerful mechanisms
and weapons crafted by the keepers.
Volund's journeys would bring him to a lone mechagnome.
The vrykul took the defenseless clockwork creature prisoner and forced him to reveal
information about Mimiron's creations.
From this mechagnome, Volund learned of Titanstrike and its location.
During his seclusion.
Thorim often drifted off into bouts of fitful sleep for years on end, while Hati and Skoll
roamed the wilds as they pleased.
Volund waited for one of these periods of slumber to steal away Titanstrike.
He ensnared a mighty proto-drake and used the beast to ascend to the Temple of Storms.
Right under Thorim's nose, the bold vrykul pilfered Titanstrike and fled the keeper's
lair.
After Thorim awoke and discovered that Titanstrike was missing, he called Hati and Skoll to his
side.
The worgs and their master picked up Volund's trail and stormed after him.
The vrykul narrowly stayed one step ahead of his pursuers, but he knew he could not
do so forever.
Thorim and his worgs were legendary hunters, they would eventually track down Volund and
punish him.
Along with his captured mechagnome and the relics he had uncovered, Volund escaped the
north.
He journeyed far to the south, to a land he'd only heard stories of--a land known as Stormheim.
Volund bragged of his might, and he demanded that Stormheim's vrykul follow his command.
Of course, they did not obey him.
Not yet.
A few vrykul stepped forward to silence the arrogant newcomer.
Volund felled them all with Titanstrike, each shot booming like a giant's footstep.
When the vrykul witnessed Volund's power, they were in awe.
He wielded the strength of the keepers, and therefore they believed he must have earned
the mythical beings' favor.
Volund declared himself warlord, and he rallied Stormheim's warriors under his banner.
He and his army marched out from Stormheim to conquer the surrounding land for the glory
of the vrykul.
Warlord Volund had the strength of numbers and the weaponry needed to bring the lands
around Stormheim to heel.
What he lacked was unity.
As the vrykul ranks made war against the mighty drogbar near Stormheim, Volund grew suspicious
of his followers.
He believed they were planning to murder him and take Titanstrike for themselves.
After all, if he had stolen it from a keeper, surely someone could steal it from him.
Volund's paranoia drove him to torture and execute many of his allies.
The bulk of the vrykul soldiers abandoned the crazed warlord, and his once-formidable
army crumbled.
Many years later, as Volund neared death, he ordered his enslaved mechagnome and his
few remaining vrykul followers to bury him alongside Titanstrike.
The warlord used the keeper-wrought mechanisms he had stolen as defensive wards to keep grave
robbers out of his tomb.
Even in death, Volund would let no one touch his cherished rifle.
The history behind the artifact does not mention what happened to Thorim's hunt, but we do
know how the weapon ended up in here in the tomb.
The weapon has a history of betrayal and paranoia and as so often happens, history would repeat
itself...
"look!
The door's opening!"
"Hmm...Titanstrike is close."
"By Magni's beard!
This volund sure has a taste for titan relics! oooh looke here...a mechagnome!
Brann told me all about these things.
It might be able to help us find Titanstrike!
Now let's see...plug this in over here....realign the power unit...."
"Remote relay observer unit XR9-47 active.
System status: damaged.
Rebooting.
Please stand by."
"They're coming to life!"
defend against attacking ancient mechano-tank and automated crusher.
"System status: functional.
Rerouting commands to maker's console."
"Maker?
Oh no...please don't be him..."
Mimiron: "Bronzebeard?
Ah yes, there you are!
My records show this unit has been inactive for millennia.
It was stolen from my lab long ago."
"For the last time, I'm not Brann!"
"Where is TItanstrike, little tinkerer?"
"The gun is there?
Most curious!
Telemtry coming in...the Broken Isles...vrykul tomb...Ah yes, I see it now!"
"Oh my stars!
Yes, this is it!
The lid is attuned to a particular frequency.
I just need to transmit a signal like so, and..."
"There is it!
Mission accomplished!"
"Thieves!
Your head will decorate my throne!
None challenge me and live."
"You of flesh are not worthy to wield the storms!
Insolent whelps.
Taste my steel!
I am the scourge of a thousand plans.
The terror of the isles!
You...cannot control..."
"That wasn't so bad!
Okay, grab Titanstrike so we can get out of here."
"You've played your part.
Now I shall play mine!"
"The heart of this weapon will infuse me with the might of the titans.
The vrykul shall bow before me...their new god-queen!"
"Not good, not good at all.
You should both join me in my workshop in Ulduar at once.
We have a problem to solve!"
"Oh, this is fortunate!
Titanstrike's power has energizes this teleportation pad.
I should be able to reroute its destination....Success!"
"Well, we can't stop now!
What are you waiting for?
Come on Theodore!"
Teleport to mimirons workshop in Ulduar.
"Excellent!
You made it through in one piece!
You can never be sure about the reliability of stolen teleporters...
I'm preparing the diagnostic systems now.
Say, you had quite an epic struggle with that ghostly vrykul warlord.
The thief had it coming, if you ask me!
Steam pump...check.
Low-ion energy converter units...check, check and ...check."
"Now, let's recall that observation unit from Stormheim."
"Stormheim...Stormheim...Ah, there it is.
Engaging processors, initializing download relays.
I don't anticipate any incompatibilities with my upgraded systems.
Once the process kicks into gear, it shuld only take a minute or two to retrieve the
information from XR9-47 here.
Just sit back and enjoy the science!"
Alarm – Alarm – Alarm
"Those alarms indicate that we're encountering some...minor technical difficulties with the
fusion press unit.
All you need to do is deactivate the two control panels over by the fusion press.
Bronzebeard and I will man the central console."
"I'm not...Oh, fer crying out loud!"
Press buttons
"You did it!
The flames are dyin' down."
"Astounding!
Fusion system running at 98.33 percent efficiency.
Repeating, of course.
Oh dear.
Now the Storm Leviathan unit is experiencing a target recognition system malfunction.
Activate the stabilization matrix before it tears the whole lab apart!"
Click crystals while avoiding lightning
"Leviathan unit stable!
Excellent work, most excellent indeed.
Well friends, the good news is the download is 89% complete, but we may also be experiencing
a minor case of total system failure."
Alarm – Alarm – Alarm
"I suppose there's no time like the present!
This will either fix everything...or destroy us.
I need you to press the big red button labeled DO NOT PUSH THIS BUTTON."
pUSH BUTTON
"yes, yes I see.
Oh.
No, no,no.
Not good.
Not good at all."
"What is it?
Where's Prustaga headed?"
"Thorim's throne at the Temple of Storms.
I suggest you get moving.
We don't have much time!"
"Pity you aren't joining Thorim under more pleasant circumstances.
He's a lover of animals as well.
Always going on and on about those wolves of his."
"Really now?
T'will be nice ot be around one of our own...even if he's a bit tall for my likin."
"Indeed, Bronzebeard.
Now hold on!
I'm taking you in."
"Ah Bronzebeard!
Back again, I see!
Hati has missed you, as has Skoll.
Skoll?
Bah!
Where has that worg run off to?
Ahh and you are joined by one of the mortals who freed us from the grip of the Old God!
We must hold a feast to celebrate!"
"It will have to wait, Thorim.
There's a crazed vrykul on her way here to steal the power of TItanstrike!"
"Then we shall slay the enemy together!
Come, vrykul!
Face the fury of the storms!"
"Theodore and I can take ém!
For the wilds!"
Fight vrykul and their thunderous proto-drake.
"TItanstrike's power will be mine!"
"Prust is headed for the throne!
We've got to stop her!"
"You shall witness my glorious ascension!
Yes...I feel the power of the makers coursing through my veins!"
"You are not worthy to wield the fury of the storms, vrykul!"
"See reason Prust.
We are not your enemy!"
"Your kind has long forces my people into servitude.
You were a means to an end.
Nothing more!"
"I will not be denied!
I shall become god-queen!"
"You cannot stop me, fools!
I just need...more....power!"
"It is time we finish this.
Hati, kill!"
"It's too much for her!
Watch out!
She's gonna blow!"
BAWOESJ
"Hati!
That poor wolf took the brunt of it.
Is he...?" "he's alive but only barely.
It appears this noble companion absorbed titanstrike's energy, protecting us from the explosion.
Even though Hati is a creature of lightning magic, his body can't contain such intense
power.
My science cannot help him.
I fear the Thunderspark's power is soon to be lost."
"I know your heart aches at Hati's loss, Hunter, just as mine does.
You have a kinship with the spirits of wild creatures greater than any I have seen before."
"Wait...that's it!
If you bind Hati's spirit to your own, you can channel the power back into TItanstrike!
You'll save Hati and restore the gun!"
Bind Hati's spirit to my own, pick up weapon
I have the powerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
"By Odyn's beard!
You did it!"
"From this day forth, I charge you to wield titanstrike against the enemies of creation
who would destroy this world.
Hati's noble spirit is forevermore bound ot the weapon.
He will be a loyal companion to you in the dark times ahead."
"I've seen no finer hunter in all my days roaming the wilds.
Yer faith is well-placed, Thorim!
Let's get back to Dalaran.
I'll call Huey.
No matter how far I go, he manages to find me.
Oh, Huey!"
And so beast master hunters did not only gained a powerful artifact to wield in this war,
they also gained a mighty companion who will stay at their side even in the darkest of
times.
The essence swapper can be used to change Hati's atomic structure and instantly change
his appearance to match that of your pet and if you miss hati's look, just talk to mimiron
and he will return him to his original appearance.
I've heard some feedback from players that they don't really feel like titanstrike
fits the beast master class, but I dunno...I personally like that they gave you a second
unique pet tied to the weapon but that's just me.
For now though this is where the story of titanstrike ends as hunters will wield its
might in the war against the legion and their adventures through the broken isles.
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