|Title||The Great Wolf|
|Race(s)||Wolf (Ancient Guardian)|
|Affiliation(s)||Guardians of Hyjal|
Goldrinn, also known as Lo'Gosh ("Ghost Wolf" in Taur-ahe), is an Ancient Guardian, one of several demigods on Azeroth. He takes the form of a monstrously powerful white wolf and embodies ferocity, savagery, and an unyielding will. Goldrinn was worshipped by the Druids of the Scythe, who helped create the using one of Goldrinn's fangs and the staff of . They intended to use the scythe to tame their feral spirits, but were instead transformed into bestial, humanoid worgen.
War of the Ancients
the moon goddess was said to be disappointed in Goldrinn's feral insistence. It was his unwillingness to tame his savagery and bloodlust that overshadowed his noble heart. When Elune's great light illuminated the dark during the full moons, it was as if her eyes glared down upon him in judgement. His anger at her conviction caused Goldrinn to become even more bloodthirsty and indomitable than ever.
Goldrinn was already ten thousand years old when the Burning Legion first invaded Azeroth. The white wolf Ancient slaughtered hundreds of demons before he fell in the invasion. He is said to have aided the night elves of Eldre'Thalas in holding their city against the Burning Legion, only to vanish after battle, never to be seen again.
His legend extends throughout Azeroth to elves, trolls, goblins, tauren, and dwarves — who all have their own version of the story. In each tale, the ancient's unyielding will and sheer ferocity enabled him to push through the boundaries of the afterlife to aid his people. This may be metaphorical however, since Tyrande 's vision, which recounted the events of Goldrinn's death, depicts his mortal wolf progeny continuing his legacy by pressing on the fight against the Burning Legion after he fell in battle.
War of the Satyr
The Druids of the Pack were a sect of druids who followed Goldrinn. Their Pack Form, which drew on the fury of Goldrinn, was uncontrollable and therefore banned by . In an attempt to control it, Ralaar Fangfire tried merging Goldrinn's essence with that of Elune by affixing one of Goldrinn's fangs onto a staff that the moon goddess had blessed, creating the . This backfired horribly, as Goldrinn rejected the moon goddess. Instead of controlling the pack form, the druids were transformed into the feral worgen and eventually lost their minds to its violent nature. The other druids agreed that these worgen must be locked away, and thus put them into eternal slumber deep beneath the great tree Daral'nir within the Emerald Dream, until the day Arugal tampered with summoning worgen.
Goldrinn's spirit seems to live on, favoring and inhabiting the human king, . It is suspected that Goldrinn not only admired Varian's ferocity, but also his ability to tame it; something he himself was never able to do. Whereas Goldrinn's noble heart was overshadowed by his desire for bloodlust and vengeance, Varian's ferocity was tempered by his desire to protect and uphold justice. His choice to champion Varian seems to be another last redeeming act to Elune.
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Players will find the shrine of the wolf god Goldrinn, inhabited by corrupted worgen, and recover it. After recovering the shrine, the player must purify the shrine by summoning and slaying the dark ancient , who is the twisted version of Goldrinn. Thereafter, his spirit will appear to aid Hyjal's defenders in routing the Twilight's Hammer.
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Goldrinn chose as his champion because of his ferocity, but also because of his ability to conquer his bloodlust to uphold his beliefs and protect his people. After Varian's death at the Battle for the Broken Shore, Goldrinn retreated to the Stormrage Barrow Dens in Moonglade to reflect. While sleeping within the Emerald Dream, the Burning Legion attempted to corrupt his physical body but were stopped by and the Archdruid of the Dreamgrove, who had been sent by . At first Goldrinn was not aware of what had happened, but upon learning the fate he narrowly avoided, Goldrinn realized that he would not be the last Wild God to be targeted. Thisalee and the Archdruid vowed to find the demon responsible for this plot, and Goldrinn ran off into the wilds.
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- Lo'Gosh is the spirit of the hunter, the animal instinct that kicks in when one smells food or sees one's children in jeopardy. He has always been with us, a part of our Horde, in our instincts and in our blood.
- He has appeared in many forms, both on our world and here. On Azeroth, he is seen as a great white wolf, ferocious and cunning. The night elves call him "Goldrinn."
- They tell of a legendary battle thousand years ago, where Lo'Gosh fought off the demon hordes. Do you want to hear about it?
- Ten thousand years ago demons first breaches this world, just as they had the orc homeworld of Draenor. They flooded across the terrain in legion. The great ancients of Azeroth helped the mortal races to mount a desperate defense.
- The tenacity of Lo'Gosh in these dark days became the stuff of legend. He feared no demon. He would wade into their ranks, fangs bared and spattered with their vile ichor, his great claws thrashing them by the dozen...
- His stand against the demons inspires us all. We can all learn from his example.
- Your work is impressive, mortal.
- Much is expected of you, friend.
- The fight continues.
- Our enemies are Legion, but our courage will not wane.
- It is a pleasure to fight at your side, mortal. You do your race proud.
The subject of this section did not make it out of the beta stages.
"A druid's gift is his freedom to embrace and explore all facets of nature."
so often spoke these words. I was once foolish enough to believe that he truly lived by them. Yet while my shan'do spouted this freedom, he disgraced me and my druids of the pack by banning our form. I can still recall with great clarity his angry tirades whenever he discovered us practicing in secret.
"The pack form cannot be controlled. It will consume you, and endanger us all."
The ignorance with which Malfurion passed judgment on us is infuriating. Does he not realize that the spirit of the wolf ancient, , is by nature's grace within me and my pack brethren? We did not choose it. It chose us. To shun it would be to turn our backs on nature itself.
It only pains me that at a time like this, when our race is threatened by war with the vile satyr, Malfurion rejects us -- the very druids who could turn the tide of battle in his favor.
It matters little now. Today my brethren and I will depart from night elf society forever to begin life anew in the wild. We will show our shan'do's beliefs to be wrong and prove that Goldrinn's spirit can in fact be controlled.
Six nights have come and gone since we carved out our new homes in the heart of the forest. Our pack leader, Renthel, has taken charge over the community, and under his wise leadership I have at last found true freedom.
Each night we practice our form at the roots of a fallen tree where we have placed Goldrinn's fang. A thing of beauty it is... merely being in its presence seems to empower me. At times I wonder if the wolf ancient left this remnant of himself on the world as a gift to those who pursue his form.
These nightly sessions have filled me with renewed confidence in my ability to harness Goldrinn's spirit. Although Malfurion so often spoke of its dangers, even now we are proving him to be wrong.
There was an argument tonight. A seasoned druid named Thaldrus laid claim to leadership of the pack over Renthel, and both druids settled the dispute in pack form. They circled one another for what seemed an eternity, mouths foaming and fangs bared, until Thaldrus lunged at Renthel and pinned him to the ground.
Renthel honorably accepted his defeat and relinquished his leadership with no further violence. If only Malfurion could have witnessed the dignity with which Thaldrus and Renthel acted on this eve.
Something strange has been happening of late. My brothers spend more and more time in pack form throughout the day. Many of them claim that it is a necessity to mastering the form, yet I feel that it is not the sole reason.
An urge, primal in origin, grows inside of me. It is a desire that I can only sufficiently sate when I take on the pack form. I fear that the others feel it too.
Tonight, under the two moons, we ventured through the wild in pack form and felled three stags. So famished were my brethren and I that we simply ripped into the creatures, clawing and biting at each other while we feasted. Euphoria washed over me as I sank my teeth into the stag's raw flesh. Even if I had been without an appetite, gorging on the creature would have satisfied me.
First time out of pack form in seven nights. Live as a wolf like others, from one night to the next. Pack leader Thaldrus says night elf bodies are weak. All trust him. All follow him. If he saw me now, he would kill me.
Goldrinn's spirit consuming us. Fighting it feels just as wrong as giving in.
Still taste pack leader Thaldrus' blood in my mouth.
Cannot recall details. Only remember Thaldrus taking Goldrinn's fang from fallen tree. Caught him dragging it into his den and--
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Took two nights for Thaldrus to come out. We were waiting. Fangs and claws and rane. Tore him apart. Fur and flesh everywhere. Only gnawed bones afterward.
No leader now.
Much has come to pass of late, and I feel that at last I have regained a portion of my sanity. Five nights ago, I left my den to discover that the other pack members were gathered around something, or as I soon discovered, someone. A night elf whose scent I recognized as , a druid of Malfurion's ilk.
As one we encircled him, yet the intruder held his ground. I smelled not a hint of fear on him, despite the fact that he remained in night elf form. His arrogance was quite infuriating.
Three of my enraged brothers charged Ralaar, and the newcomer took on the pack form and bested the challenges with little effort... yet he did not kill them.
In that instant I became aware of a difference between him and us. We had become savages... scarred, lean, and disheveled. Ralaar, however, was powerful, majestic, and still rife with Goldrinn's essence.
When no others dared challenge him, Ralaar took on his night elf form and spoke. In a tirade that reminded me of Malfurion, he berated us for becoming mindless animals and squandering what he referred to as the purity of Goldrinn's essence. Yet unlike my former shan'do, Ralaar also promised to teach us the true path to harnessing the wolf ancient's spirit. I sensed tremendous rage in his voice, tempered by a self control that I had somehow lost in recent weeks.
One by one we all left our pack forms. I can only guess that my brethren, like I, felt a strange affinity to this newcomer, as if here were a messenger of Goldrinn himself.
Ralaar has since begun teaching us as he had promised, though he no longer answers to his given name.
Rather, he now refers to himself simply as Alpha Prime.
-Gaedrin Moonfang, Druid of the Pack
- During the World of Warcraft: Cataclysm beta a was watching over .
- ^ World of Warcraft: Chronicle Volume 1, pg. 40
- ^ a b Ultimate Visual Guide, pg. 104
- ^ The Comic Volume 1
- ^ a b c Wolfheart
- ^ Rehgar Master Skin description in Heroes of the Storm: "Long ago the spirit of Lo'gosh revealed itself to the orc clans of Draenor. To this day his ferocity and feral instincts still serve as a guide to the shaman of the Earthen Ring."
- ^ Curse of the Worgen Issue 1, pages 28-29
- ^ Destiny Awaits!
- ^ Curse of the Worgen
- ^ Quest:Rules of the Hunt