Manuscrito de Lorgalis

Our world brims with history. History of races new and old. History behind wars long dead, and those which still smolder.

History of gods visiting from the skies. And history of older gods who sleep in the earth.

I speak now of those beings - the Old Gods. They who dwelt and raged across Azeroth when the world was new.

The Old Gods are the will of our world. In every storm there roars the laughter of an Old God. The blaze of a wildfire is the heat of their gaze. As Old Gods walk, the earth trembles and breaks, and lesser things scream and tear at their own flesh in despair.

And despair they should, for just as fire shows no mercy to a child's curious hand, the Old Gods have no care for those beneath them. At best, we are pawns. At worst, we are playthings.

They were the first masters of the world, and they ruled with might and terror. Though they are now chained and sleeping, their servants still roam and we small, frail mortals cannot match their strength.

Those who try are devoured. But those who know their place, who kneel in supplication to the servants of the Old Gods, who willingly sacrifice mind and soul... only they will find favor.

Aku'mai, Princess of the Deep, serves the Old Gods. She dwells in Blackfathom Deeps, blessing its caves with her ancient wisdom. Brought to the Deeps by older mortals, Aku'mai is a symbol of divinity. She has but a sliver of the Old Gods' power and savagery, and yet hers is still beyond measure.

And so she is worshipped. And she is feared, and loved.

--Lorgalis