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The zandalari council was once again assembled in the ceremonial hall because of Jin’thek, just this time he had managed to make the gather even beyond his own death. And for a matter a fact they were debating the implications of Jin’thek ‘’supposed’ ascendance into loahood, while the waited for the emissary of the Lebenstraum.

Eventually they were interrupted by the crackling sound of the great ivory doors opening, one of the guards stepped to the front and loudly announced the entrance of Forum’hexa. A forest troll who had been living in the island for over two years, since he was sent by Jin’thek to plea for the aid of the king for the first time. He had been serving ever since as the emissary of the Amani tribe and the confederation of forest tribes they headed. And with the founding of the Lebenstraum given his de facto presence on the island, he was declared emissary for the whole Lebenstraum.

Wearing his ragged leather armor he entered the room and walked towards the centre of the hall, where black marble circle indicated the position where speakers were supposed to stand. Right across the room it laid the great throne of the Zandalari, carved out of black stone and whale ivory and upon it, the great king of the Zandalar.

‘Explain yourself Amani, you have requested an audience with the King and his council, in the name of this so called ‘Lebenstraum’’ we never heard of before.’’ One of the council members spoke with a pinch of disdain showing on his voice

‘I am Forum’hexa, Harbringer of the trollish Lebenstraum, and so rightful representative of all the forest tribes and their allies. I come here in the name of our eternal Zul’kaizar and Warchief Jin’thek of the Amani. With a message for you all.’

‘Jin’thek?’ One of the elder cried out

‘The fool who a year ago tried to drag us in the pitiful war that finally killed him?’ Another one snapped.

‘Jin’thek is no fool! He is flesh turned Loa, he is the Lebenstraum incarnate. He sacrificed himself at the battle for Asha no Alor saving his own troll from elven trickery, ascending to Loahood thanks and through our devotion. I though you Zandalar were better than to mock Loas.’

‘The truth of this statement of your is yet to be confirmed by our divinators and the high priest of Zuldazar. So until then your words are only that, mere words and nothing less. Unless of course you could prove it.’ The first elder said.

‘Can you prove it Amani? Can you prove that Jin’thek ascended to Loahood??’ Another of the elders asked.

‘There is no bigger proof of his loahood than the existence of the Lebenstraum itself. The forest tribes stand together as a single entity for the first time in thousands of years. And together we have crushed elven civilization, retaken Zul’guazu and alongside it the holy city of Atalm. Elves themselves have flocked to us asking for a chance to die in the name of Jin’thek, just to get a place in the Lebenstraum, just to be Atal’jin.

And it was we, the forest tribes and the Atal’jin, together that we defended the holy city from a cowardly attack by the elves and their pawns. They brought to face us the most terrible warriors and beasts you could imagine, trollhunters, warriors from the far south, half-human abominations, Azure clad humans immune to our hexes and we defeated them all. And then when by some unholy hex of sorts they raised again from their eternal slumber to kill us, we killed them again. Even know as I speak to you we are bound to reclaim the rest of our lands, from those who unfaithfully occupy them.

And all of this was started and inspired by Jin’thek, if this is not enough proof for you, then what the High Priest of Zuldazar as to say is meaningless to you.’

Forum’hexa spoke with passion of events he only knew by the words of others. That saddened him, last time he saw Jin’thek was over two years ago in a port of Alora’guazu, he couldn’t fight for him he couldn’t die for his name. So this was his fight, a fight of words against this old and aged trolls. He had learned much of them from his stay in Zuldazar in the last two years; he knew most of them were wary of the outside world.

Comfortable in their isolated island, protected by their fleets and their Augurs they had little fears, but the mere mention of intervening the affairs of the outside world terrified them. He wanted to convince them, to show them but Jin’thek had tried before and he failed, getting only token support from his relatives. But the elders were not the Zandalar, he had not sat idly in the island all this time, he had spoken with trolls across Zuldazar. He had travelled the island and realized the population was much eager than the elders were to participate, but that was his last resort since it would mean to openly defy the council. And he knew he could appeal to some of the elder’s hearths, or even the king himself with time. Yet he didn’t have time, and the Lebenstraum knew it, that’s why they sent him to that audience, with a very specific order.

The elders kept debating with themselves muttering and stuttering in their small thrones, he cleaned his throat preparing for the moment that was about to come. The chattering was interrupted suddenly by the King who raised his hand and looking straight to his eyes he asked: ‘What do you want of us Forum’hexa, Harbringer of the ‘’Lebenstraum’’? Our help? You already got that, allowed voluntaries and Zul’gurumo to go.’’

‘You call help to the mere ships Zul’gurumo took in comparison with the grand fleet of the zandali?’

‘’I see, so no you don’t want our help, you want our direct participation, don’t you?’’ Rastakhan answered, his eyes focused somewhere else, in the image of his city burning.

‘I would lie to you if I said no, but that’s not the reason I am here King. I know that a mere council meeting won’t convince you all of joining us.’

‘Then why are you here? Why did you called for this meeting?’ The first elder to speak snarked.

That was his cue, that was his moment he cleared his voice and spoke raising his voice: ‘’As Harbinger of the Trollish Lebenstraum, in the name of our eternal Zul’Kaizar Jin’thek, and by orders of our Kaizar and his Hand. I Was ordered by them given the current events to demand in the name of the Lebenstraum, and so in the name of all the forest tribes and their allies. An urgent and immediate gathering of all the trollish tribes here, at the sacred island of Zuldazar.’

And so with his last words murmur as loud as the crashing of waves flooded the room.