Oshu'gun - the diamond mountain - was once sacred to my people. It was
there that the clans would gather every year to celebrate the springtime
festival. It was there that our shaman communed with the honored ancestors.
It was the center of our culture - until the shadows overtook us. When the
clans became a horde, the spirits of Oshu'gun fell silent. The ancestors
turned their backs on us.
Yet something now draws them from their rest. Venture to Oshu'gun and discover
what could trouble the spirits so.
I am K'ure of the naaru, <Name>. You stand within the heart of my
ancient vessel. Oshu'gun, as the orcs named it, is the ship that first
brought the draenei to this world. Though we fell from the heavens and
crashed here many hundreds of years ago, my weakened energies have remained
trapped within this wreckage. Regrettably, I am the source of the orc spirits'
pain.