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The work was hard and grueling; Thrall had no mentor or teacher besides the spirits of the elements themselves to help him this time, and so it came down to pure discipline. Bit by bit he was regaining his shamanic powers, his ability to commune with the spirits and control the elements. The orc had spent so much time chasing peace and meditation, he had forgotten the certain thrill there was in pushing himself- the rush of adrenaline that came with facing the full might of the earth, or the sheer force of the wind. He was starting to remember that, as much as he strove for peace in Azeroth, being an orc still meant that honorable combat and glorious battle would always have a certain allure.

The power flowing through him was intoxicating, and the work was finally beginning to pay off. He had never been lean or weak, by orc standards; in his youth, after the escape from Durnholde, it was only his broad shoulders that had carried the orcish race across the sea into Kalimdor. Now, something about the regimen he had taken up, clashing with the elements, chasing out threats to Orgrimmar, it had revitalized him- even woken something inside him. He was growing bigger; without the influence of demons' blood, Thrall was growing stronger and bigger than any other orc- in fact, he was dangerously close to a tauren's size. His shaman robes had been the primary victim; his thickly roped arms, sporting biceps thick as melons, had torn the sleeves to shreds. His vast green field of a chest was forcing his raiments apart, and trunk-sized legs were making quick work of his kilt.

But his crowning achievement so far was reclaiming the Doomhammer. He had once been found unworthy of that artifact, and it had passed into the hands of a champion of the Horde- but they had moved on, and Thrall's place was clearer now more than ever. As he held the Doomhammer aloft once more, elemental power surging through the weapon, and his own strength building up inside him- this was only the beginning.