Lore
“All will be revealed unto you. The truth of the worgen. What they are and where their journeys have taken them. Truth, I say, not myth or superstition. Only in the wake of these revelations will I ask you to form your own judgements.”
- Alpha Prime, The First Worgen Curse of the Worgen Issue 1
The Beginning
You may have heard of Elune, the moon goddess of balance known to the night elves. Goldinn however, is a bit more elusive, the White Wolf, a wild god of the hunt and of nature’s primal ferocity.
About ten thousand years ago, it was said Goldrinn himself was already ten thousand years old at least, while Elune… remains a mystery. She has never truly been seen, while Goldrinn has taken physical form time and again, as a towering white alpha-of-alphas able to hunt kodo as if rabbits.
Cave trolls began to worship Elune, and doing so made them change in body and soul til they were purple of skin and tall in posture. Elune called them Kaldorei, children of the stars, and they went on to build a great empire.
Yet as they did, they turned away from the wild gods and from Elune, sapping Azeroth of arcane magics instead and reaping all they could from the world. It was the use of this addictive arcane magic that attracted the attention of the demonic horde, the Burning Legion.
The War of the Ancients
Out of greed, the night elf queen herself made a pact with the demons, summoning them to Azeroth and turning her followers into Satyr. The lower class of elves fought back, and called on the wild gods for aid. While Elune from afar as the source of their blessings, it was Goldrinn and the other wild gods that answered the call, and wrought war on the demons to save Azeroth.They succeeded, but at a price. Goldrinn and many of the wild gods died to save Azeroth. Goldrinn himself protected the elf city in Feralas, and fought off legions of demons and three Pit Lords at once before he went down, leaving his bones and his legacy behind.
The War of the Satyr
The surviving elves had learned the hard way what comes from the “progress” of civilization, and returned to nature. Druids communed with the spirits of the wild gods, who now lingered in the spirit world, in return for blessings and powers such as taking on their form. One such sect of druids were the Druids of the Pack, they that worshipped Goldrinn in return for the form of a wolf. All these forms and more, the druids experimented with, as was their right. And when the leftover demons sparked a war three hundred years later, it was this diversity that came in handy. Priestesses of Elune, Sentinels, and Druids alike fought back, but it was not enough. Their whole empire had collapsed, and they were losing this War of the Satyr.
The Pack Form
The demons were formidable, and winning. Some druids - including the young druid named Ralaar Fangfire and his close friend Arvel - used pack form to turn the tide of battle. They even accompanied three sentinels to assassinate the Satyr general, Xalan the Feared. And as they were left for dead by the sentinels, it was the pack form that was their saving grace in their escape… at the cost of the sentinels that got in their way.
Malfurion Stormrage however - the leader of the elves - had tried the pack form before, and failed. Jealous, afraid, and having seen what it could do, he banned the Goldrinn’s form entirely. Malfurion and his mate even went so far as to demonize the wolf god, claiming Goldrinn’s rage is towards Elune. Some druids of the pack - perhaps a dozen - left right then and there, refusing to tolerate such talk and rules. Ralaar and Arvel, however, stayed. Until Arvel died, defenseless without the pack form.
Finding Arvel has died because he would not break his oath to Malfurion, Ralaar too left the elves, in search of the druids that had left prior. He found them all in pack form, addicted to it, and surrounding a relic they had found. The very fang from the wolf god’s remains. After besting each of them, he scolded the pack for their recklessness and - realizing the form was indeed imperfect - promised a solution.The Scythe of Elune
He reached out to Arvel’s lover, Belysra Starbreeze, a Priestess of Elune herself, in possession of the Staff of Elune. He met with her and the pack on a hilltop, and bid that they fuse the two relics together. At the she-elf’s call, Elune herself lit the hill in moonlight, and forged the two relics into one artifact. The worgen know it as the Fang of the Father. The world, as the Scythe of Elune. Just as the druids had focused on the fang to become as wolves, Ralaar was eager to be the first to draw on the Scythe, and - presumably - be the first to take the new purified wolf form. Instead, he howled in pain.
He took wolf form, but his body soon contorted, as Elune reforged the elf into something else entirely. Neither wolf, nor elf. Howls of pain turned to overjoyed laughter as he stood, the perfect balance between the two, the first worgen. The druids of the pack saw their alpha in his new form, and saw it as the answer to their prayers. The power of the wolf, balanced by Elune. As if the strongest of steel, forged by fire, the goddess had tempered the fury of the wolf god into a new form to be wielded against the satyr. The pack followed, as did several other druids they reached out to in the three days that followed.
Malfurion lead the elves into yet another battle, aiming to bring down a sturdy Satyr fortress, the walls impenetrable and their druids and sentinels numbered. The siege was to take days, weeks even… the last stand of the kaldorei, ready to meet their end… until the worgen came. The worgen who cleared the walls in single bounds, tore through the satyr ranks with ease, and ended the battle in a matter of hours.
