Hearthpwn

A purple stone Azari carved For dark hearts, craving, power-starved. The first to bow, the warlock Rin, Embraced the darkness, slew her kin.

In ancient woods, elves fought the curse The demon’s shadow to disperse But hatred raged and frail souls turned Now horned and hooved their forests burned.

A stone of blue, embraced with glee By murloc lords beneath the sea Soon numberless they swarmed the shore First two, then four, then more...and more...

An emerald stone for Tauren hands Who sought its strength to save their lands Their tribes now lost, their rage released Who’s hunting now? And who’s the beast?

In ages old, when Ancients broke Azari of the Legion spoke To tempt the mortals: gems of power The weak succumbed, their souls devoured.

The final stone undid its master Spun into wards by nameless caster Azari wailed a savage roar Now sealed in nether, evermore.

To dwarves of stone the demon called With promises of might, enthralled In grasping greed they found their doom Forever bound in mithril tombs.

The trolls of old embraced the gift A jewel of black for daggers swift No party lasts who finds the stone Those wielding it soon stand alone.

A diamond, white, this stone the eighth A precious jewel for those of faith A whispered prayer restores the lost But none among them know the cost.