Curses Through Blood

The troll sat by the river on the outskirts of Orgrimmar thinking...Salak found himself doing a lot of that lately a hundred curses on his bloodline and ancestors....no that wasn't fair it was the blood god’s fault he corrupted our Blood.Salak'nor was apart of a Gurubashi tribe that had in its unfortunate history became unwilling slaves of the Soulflayer this was one of Salak's biggest secrets he had told two people in the Empire funnily one of the Trolls he told was the one he had believed would kill him for it, but he was actually the one that didn't name him of the Atal'ai Tribe. Salak's father was one of the first to have the courage to escape....and survive from the Blood gods rule and how Salak praised him for it, for many generations as far back as before the dawn of the twin empires his ancestors had been priests of the Loa Shadra and now so was he and unlike the last few generations he didn't have to do so in secret. Now he was a witch-doctor of the Gurubashi Empire a true priest of the goddess and maybe he would finally get some training in the ways of Voodoo which he has not had since his father died. Laughing to himself for wasting his time reminiscing Salak stood up to return to the city when he heard it again the voice in his mind how DARE the Soulflayer imitate Shadra to her own priest it was the cursed blood in his veins that let the Blood God talk to him well Tziak can help me he will cleanse me as he had promised blocking out the voice he smiled then a horrible thought crossed his mind...what if the voice truly is Shadra I'm not able to shoulder such a responsibility
you can and you shall whispered the voice
"Shut up leave me alone" screamed Salak madly he froze, focused and felt the voice buzz away he calmly regained his composure and marched his way back to the city to prepare for the Imperial meeting.